How the fuck are you all doing?
I've been up. I've been down. Had surgery of the non-trans-related type, though war with the insurance company is officially fucking on to fix that little problem. If all else fails I'm getting on Medical, which'll cover some of it, at least. They've already stiffed me on my T. Covered it before, but apparently not anymore, because it's "not a maintenance medication." The fuck. What the hell else /is/ it then? I'd love to see the official who came up with /that/ crazy shit say that to any man who's using it to keep themselves healthy post-andropause or any woman using it to control endometriosis. My white ass.
My voice is changing. I really need to get my name changed legally because it's starting to really confuse bureaucratic types when they talk to my voice attached to my birth name on the phone.
I was reading dethtoll's old entries to catch up on what I'd missed from him and it made me, really sharply, miss you guys.
So I logged in. And now I don't know what the hell to say. And I don't really want to /talk/ to anyone... just, I want to /see/ you somehow. Watch and know you're all right, but I'm so fucking tired. You know the feeling? Tired. So fucking tired.
I'm beginning to think my Prozac dose needs upping.
Oh the fuck well.
I've actually done so little speed lately. It's just... it's not really fun by myself anymore. I've done it with friends too often I guess. Heh. And I haven't had a drink in ages, much less gotten drunk. Improvement, eh? Just... been too tired for it. Heh. Talk about 'losing interest in activities once enjoyed'. Shitsurgeon.
I dunno. I have no idea what else to say.
Love and shit.
NP: Anthrax - Remember Tomorrow