#there is a cat at the end of this post

[naamahdarling]

Today's medical update, please pardon any weirdness as I am using speech to text, and please excuse how long this is. I put an excellent picture of Fancy at the end for you. Here we go.

The shortest version is that my GP is going to try and centralize this. I have made an appointment for Monday. We are going to start over from the very beginning. New specimens, new cultures, everything.

The long version is kind of wild ride. It's going under a cut

My GP is now telling me that on two of the occasions that I went to Urgent Care or the hospital for a UTI, the records say that I did not actually have one.

This makes no sense whatsoever. I was symptomatic and I could smell it. On both of these occasions, I was told in no uncertain terms that I did have one.

I do not believe I was lied to at either facility. That means the only possibilities are that the testing was done improperly, the results were charted improperly, the records were sent over improperly, or I didn't understand what was being said to me.

At this point, with this absolute clown show that has been unfolding around me, this ridiculous circus where each act is fraught with nonsensical antics even more baffling than the ones before, I am literally unable to come to any conclusions. This is absolutely maddening.

And it's frightening, because there is something wrong, genuinely, and it might be something that they are unable to detect with the methods they are currently using. That's scary for a multitude of reasons, one of which is that they are not going to be willing or able to treat something if they do not think it exists. The other is that it opens the door to the possibility of their being further testing, which makes me violent to even contemplate. I want what is wrong with me to be simple, easy to treat, and relatively benign.

This has been frustrating, and drawn out, and I am sick of it. By itself it isn't enough to completely break me down. It's been almost unbearable when combined with the facts that I have serious concerns about the health of three of my cats, that my father seems to be worsening in his condition, that I have several other medical storylines going concurrently with this one, one of which is extremely stressful and frightening, and that all of this fuckery and running around has caused me to have to cut out most of the very, very few enjoyable and meaningful activities that are present in my life.

It has impacted my ability to be present for my partner, and for my pets, for me to sustain communication and relationships with people who are not my boyfriend or my best friend, and to simply fucking relax.

Also I can't fuck. Like, I know that this is the laugh at horny people website, but that is significant. Receiving not just physical touch but intimate touch is one of the very few ways I have of assorting ownership over my own body at this time.

I feel my identity has shifted from an internally defined "struggling person just going about their business" to an externally defined identity as a patient with a body that is sick and who must now structure their life around the demands of a system that does not care about me in the slightest, even though the providers usually do.

From the outside I know that this doesn't seem that terrible. I've spent the vast majority of this with no pain, and the times I have been in pain haven't crested a 3. If it weren't for the fact that I don't know what it is, it would be relatively trivial!

Unfortunately, because this isn't all I have going on, it's been really fucking things up. I space my appointments out so that I have time to recover between each one. I have PTSD, I have medical trauma, I have emotional reactions after stepping into a medical facility for any reason, and when things go wrong even in a very small way they can be intense. I manage this by allowing myself to have the reaction, experience all of the feelings, and come back to myself. It is a healthy way of doing things. It doesn't work, though, if I'm having to deal with one thing after another and no time in between to recover from it. This is essentially what has been happening to me for 2 months. Appointments, phone calls, messages, fixing mistakes, having to explain my history repeatedly as it gets ever more complicated. There's a lot more to it than just one appointment a week, which is already a lot for me.

I know this is something that chronically ill people deal with all the time, often for years, often for life, but the extent of it is new to me and very difficult to bear. My personality is vanishing under the weight of all of this crap. I do not feel like myself.

So yeah, sorry for rambling so much but this is just been...I don't even have the words to describe it. Nonsensical, but in an unfortunately consequential way. I've been going in circles all this time, apparently.

I don't really expect anybody to read all of this. But if you did, thank you. It means a lot to me. This place, and all of you, function as a sort of pressure relief, and a source of constant, pleasurable entertainment. I know many of you empathize with what I'm going through, and that helps me to feel less alone. That all by itself is so important.

Anyway, here's my cat.

She got to be on the puzzle table and was very smug about it.

[hrokkall]

"Sad Cat Poem" by Spencer Madsen

[meruz]

i love when raiden answers the codec and reports his situation is "wet and miserable" LOL hes so real to me...

[clownowo]

this is like all I could think when I first played this scene

[ferncloud]

puppy kitty

[shawkydokey]

scuggies

[localcoffeeshop]

of course i remembered Fionna Friday come on now

[pigeonkill-pile]

Squirrelflight Squirrelstar

[thebarrows]

put them in a room together and no one will come out alive (●'◡'●)

[musubiki]

.🖤🔄🤍.

[rebloggingrexan]

[soggycpu]

“ Ah, It’s a Wonderful Cat Life ”

[nyaawn]

Cait Sith Carried like a Cat.

[sweetsouldhavernas]

paint me like one of your french murfs

[wtfforged]

cat burglar

redraw of this but tabaxi nami

[raileurta]

Symbiosis

Imagine a universe where humans and Cybertronians are from the same planet; where it's a combination of earth and cybertron just extra big. On this planet organic and inorganic life coexist rather peacefully. A lot of them actually rely on each other. For transformers until they have a human partner they are unable to be a full combat efficiency and they can't really groom themselves. Humans being on a rather large hard to traverse planet with a lot of dangerous creatures is hard for them to protect themselves and travel far distances. There are emotional benefits of course as they are both fairly sociable species who likes having companions.

So every few weeks or so transformers and humans will get together to talk and exchange services. No matter if the Cybertronian is an autobot or a decepticon. During these events bots will try to get a human buddy; with bribes, friendships, anything of the sort.

Humans are quite valuable to the inorganic species considering their ever lasting centuries-long war. So all bots are pretty protective over their human charges. This has led to many problems of bots becoming too controlling and or overly possessive. Which causes humans to be more reluctant to bond with a transformer causing these relationships to be more rare that causes bots to be more possessive over their human(s). It's a nasty cycle that keeps feeding into itself that is definitely going to lead problems down the road but for now things are relatively peaceful.