#the ADHD med shortage fucked me up so bad man

[positivelyghastly]

I’ve finally been able to wake up to my alarms without having panic attacks the last couple of days which is a BIG improvement!! :) next up is setting earlier alarms and trying to eat breakfast with my medication instead of scrambling out of bed to take my meds before 12 lol

[naamahdarling]

First, the obligatory, from one ailurophile to another: how are each of the kitties? Do you have recent photos that you can share?

Second: a while back (pre-plague) I bought a painting from you. (Okay, a very small painting...but I love it. It had a night-time forest-and-starry-sky scene, with cutout-word poetry.) You've got a good eye and "ear". Do you still get time to paint?

Thank you for the kind words!

I will post some kitty pics presently so they can be separate from this post but they are doing okay-ish.

Dried Pickle Man continues to chug along, hurgling gurgling and purrgling, growing ever more unfortunate to gaze upon, but he is happy and as comfortable as a little old man cat can be, and very dear when he isn't being a bullying asshole.

Raleigh is doing just fine. His stomatitis that was causing his mouth to reject his teeth (what the FUCK that this can even HAPPEN) hasn't been bothering him lately, and he still -- knock on wood -- pisseth freely, his tiny weewee unblocked.

Sid has been ill. He finally got a diagnosis of Inflammatory Bowel Disease and is on steroids for that. It doesn't give him the poops, which is what I expected. It comes out the other end. A lot of it. I didn't think a cat could contain that much. DPM has it as well, but his wasn't nearly as horrific. I was...not prepared. So that has been absolutely no fun at all. He has lost a lot of weight, so it's good he started out kind of chunky, but he should be fine. He's doing a lot better.

Fancy, as ever, remains extremely sweet and cuddly and funny and clever, and also just sometimes Bad and Naughty. She's the best. I know I talk up her naughtiness, but she is actually very little trouble. She's just very very playful and incredibly chatty and has a ridiculously expressive little face that usually looks smug, devious, or deliriously happy. I love her more than stars.

I have all the time I need to paint, but also it has become emotionally painful to do it because it's dangerous for me to sell my stuff and I feel constantly under the bootheel of Social Security. I can't seem to get past this. It's...incredibly painful to be without it but hey, ruining lives is what means testing is all about. Also ADHD makes it hard. I am often not medicated for it because the USA is experiencing an artificial shortage of stimulant meds that the government is aware of, allowing to continue, and thus, doing on purpose. 🤷‍♀️

But that's depressing, so here's a random cat pic palate cleanser. I'm just gonna see what I can randomly scroll to in my gallery.

Ough. Yeah that's a good one.

[sophiamcdougall]

So to sum up

This was yesterday: * Wake up with a migraine * Take the last of my "emergency supply" of ADHD meds * Contact Boots to say 'hey, remember how you decided not to bother to reorder my medication, didn't tell me and left me to run out? Well, you said you'd text me when it came in and you haven't, what's up?" * Boots doesn't have my meds * Boots is fucking rude about it too * Already upset. HAHA I know nothing. * Call another pharmacy. Discover that the fucking global shortage of ADHD meds has struck again * Call all the other pharmacies. * Nothing. *Call GP *GP says to call the psychiatric clinic * Tell GP: "They WILL say there is nothing they can do and to call you back." *GP says to call the psychiatric clinic *[Still migraine] *Time to start work! I have a document to edit this afternoon! * Call psychiatric clinic. Psychiatric clinic does not answer. Says to call in office hours. It is office hours *Call psychiatric clinic several more times *[I hate making phonecalls! They make me stressed and uncomfortable!] *Psychiatric clinic answers. Psychiatric clinic says there is nothing they can do and to call the GP back. *Call GP back. *GP says "Oh, you're completely out of meds"?? as if this was a surprise. *GP says they will try to get me an urgent referral to the psychiatrist to get me prescribed something else. * I say I don't! particularly! want! to do that! I just want my normal, boring medication and even if the 40 and 60mg pills are out, might it not be available in another dosage somewhere? *GP, who keeps interrupting me literally every two seconds, to the extent that I think less "man" and more "honestly needs to read the description for the condition we're talking about" has apparently not thought of that. Will call me back *Edit document *[Still migraine] *GP somehow manages to interrupt me several more times to tell me they're trying to do Things which is nice but not! helpful! when you are trying to edit a document WITH A MIGRAINE! *GP finally says that while there is no way on God's earth to get me 120 mgs of my medication, I CAN get 100mg. Which you'd think we could maybe have got to SEVERAL HOURS AGO but OK. GP spends a long time arguing with me that this is a good idea even though I am not arguing back and agree with him. *Finish editing document. Time to go to GP, to get new prescription for 100 mg! Troubles nearly at end! *Migraine maybe fading? * SLAM foot into large box where keep craft supplies. * Wait for pain to subside. * It doesn't. * Think toes are broken. Can't walk. *Have to walk. GP about to close. GP not on bus route. *Hobble, gasping and wincing half a mile to GP. Hobble, gasping and wincing (and occasionally singing Italian pop music under my breath to take mind off pain because it's That Bad and we do what we got to do at this point) further half mile to Pharmacy. *Walking mile not good for foot definitely at all. * Pharmacists watch me limp into their shop in obvious dismay. "Hi!" I say brightly "This is unrelated to why I'm here!" * Pharmacy interested in toes. Says maybe toes aren't broken? Aren't black. *I agree maybe I'm making a silly fuss and only later think that it had been less than an hour at this point and despite what fanfic will tell you, injuries take longer than that to GO black.¹ *Get my 100mgs of meds. *Limp to bus stop, * Get home. Eat a consolatory ice lolly. *Hobble to bathroom to wash hands *Inexplicably, just to add baffling insult to ludicrous injury, a pile of towels falls on my head.

[¹Today still not black, but still cannot walk and even the weight of bedclothes unbearable -- they're broken as fuck.]