Last night, I attended the Houston Transgender Day of Remembrance ceremony on the campus of the University of Houston. I had the good fortune of being in the right place at the right time, and ended up attending with Vanity Wilde and some of her friends. If I hadn’t gone with them, I probably wouldn’t have been able to attend. Read elsewhere about my ongoing medical issues. That’s not what this post is about. Continue reading
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Why Do We Deny Ourselves The Right To Grieve?
19 NovI think it is time we stop trying to treat grief as a mental illness, and allow people the right to grieve in this society. There are valid sociological, psychological, and physiological reasons for grief, or we wouldn’t experience it. Continue reading
HMO Incompetence – Why Am I Surprised?
18 NovJust found out when my appointment with the HMO psychiatrist is. My PCP referred me for treatment of the withdrawal from Cymbalta, and evaluation as to need for any other treatment for depression. So how important is treatment for symptoms of physical withdrawal? Continue reading
Latest on my recovery from Cymbalta
18 Nov- Can’t reach the psychiatrist assigned by my HMO. Left message at intake, and got zero response.
- Still having physical symptoms. Intermittent nausea, constant headache, intermittent dizzy spells.
- Brought my dog home. Laura graciously brought her last night. She assumed, rightly, all along that I would want my Taz back once I was able to care for her.
So, 2 negatives, one positive. Not the best report, I guess. But life happens, and there is no use sugar-coating it.
Withdrawal arrives
17 NovWell, the first of my withdrawal symptoms have arrived. I am fighting extreme sleepiness (somnolence) and severe dizziness. I guess the good news is that I am starving. I’m actually hungry for the first time in months. The bad news is that I don’t feel competent to go down to the kitchen.
And a customer is pushing me to deal with a problem while I am in this state.
The Dangers of Cymbalta
15 NovOK, for a while there, it seemed as though Cymbalta was helping me cope. This past weekend, though, the truth raised its ugly head and bit me. I developed severe adverse reactions to it. Not any serious physical ones, but mental and emotional ones. I became combative, depressed, and suicidal. When I wasn’t depressed, I developed mania. I frightened a lot of people, myself included. Continue reading
RIP Porthos
6 NovPorthos, elderly statescat of my home, expired overnight. It was expected, as he suffered from cancer. The hard part will be telling the girls.
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Strange dream
26 OctI was living in a world where psi talents were known, measurable, and by law, registered. I had two such talents. One was basically lightning from my fingertips, which I was barely starting to be able to use, and the other was telepathy / mental domination. In this world, that counted as one talent.
Mental Health Day
21 OctYesterday morning, Rebeccah got up early and suggested we all go to Austin for the day. Yes, I know, yesterday was a weekday, and responsible people work on weekdays. And responsible people take their children to school on weekdays. Except that occasionally, they don’t. Continue reading
An Aging Trans Woman 