alchemistdoctor: A pigeon sitting on my leg. He's giving you a look that says "give me the food or I will shit on you." (Default)
 My Fandom Tr*mps Hate fic is now up on Ao3! Eddie/Venom. I have like 6 Marvel fics I need to write and still need to finish Posh Boy.

On the other hand, still job-hunting, but I'm happily at the Interview stage in most of these applications, so I'm hoping that I'm going to get something soon. 

And finally: my body. WTF. Listen. Being a physical human sucks. So much. I can't exercise in most ways because my body is very fucked. But also I don't like gaining weight. Also I'm 27, so why is my reproductive system trying to kill me already? That's not supposed to happen until menopause. Aren't I supposed to have some portion of my life where I get to enjoy my body being young? Cause that's not a thing for me, and I'm feeling cheated. Very, very cheated. 

I'm considering saving up for a nutritionist. I want to have a better idea of how to give my body what it needs without boring the fuck out of my taste buds, and doctors get very, very little nutrition training (just FYI). I need a checkup, diagnosis for whatever-the-fuck my ovaries keep doing, and then a nutritionist. 

Also, there's a lump on my leg and I don't know what it is, so that's worrisome. As soon as I get health insurance I have so much to take care of, not that I'll be able to afford any of these pipe dreams because I live in the US at the moment. (Dear US of MotherFucking A: Please get on the ball with Universal Fucking Healthcare AKA Helping People Not Die.)

alchemistdoctor: A pigeon sitting on my leg. He's giving you a look that says "give me the food or I will shit on you." (Default)
 I've done it. Officially finished my bachelor's. Passed Orgo 2. I'm exhausted. 

I have had a few days off, gotten my head together a bit better. I'm still not 100%. I think a lot of this is that all my friends are gone, off to their 'homes', but also just that I don't do well without productivity. I've been working on my FTH work, scrapped two drafts. Working on my resume. Slowly building anxiety about getting a 'real job'. Normal stuff. 

Still not great mentally or emotionally, though. 

I'd been hoping that once school was over, I'd have a little more brain-space. Time to get my shit together, so to speak. Instead I'm still stressed to hell, it's just a non-specific type of stress that I can't address by finishing a school project. 

I really miss my friends.

In the end, I'm stuck doing some of the same avoidance coping mechanisms I did before: read fanfic, refuse to watch the endings of series', etc. I would do therapy but until I have a 'real job', I can't afford it, so until then I'm just waiting. Kinda sucks. I want a purpose again, but I don't want to job hunt for it. I hate job hunting.
alchemistdoctor: A pigeon sitting on my leg. He's giving you a look that says "give me the food or I will shit on you." (Default)
And I'm past 'done' and reaching 'dangerous' territory.

Thing is, I already passed this course at QM, but they wouldn't transfer it back for credit. I'm retaking this course just to get the credit on my transcript.

Tell me how taking a course in Nowheresville, PA, is somehow harder than taking the same course at a medical school? Because I'm so, so tired. I just want to graduate. I want to be done.  

AUGH

Jan. 24th, 2019 04:47 pm
alchemistdoctor: A pigeon sitting on my leg. He's giving you a look that says "give me the food or I will shit on you." (Default)
The older I get and the more articles I read on the subject, the angrier I get about Watson and Crick stealing everything Rosalind Franklin should have had. 

Fuck them.  

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