My mother's appointment took forever, but at least they finally found out what's caused her vision loss in the right eye: death to part of the optic nerve, possibly caused by a minor stroke about 10 years ago (when the problem first and suddenly appeared), but at least it's a stable condition and not progressive. They've given her blood tests for a different syndrome, though, because she's been complaining about dry eyes and mouth and has trouble focussing first thing in the morning. That particular syndrome (begins with an S, and that's all I remember) is a rheumatoid condition and is treatable, but not reversible.
Afterwards I went downtown, grabbed a quick lunch, and went to pay the Hydro bill, feeling quite sick the whole way. I came straight home afterwards because I just didn't feel up to sitting in the walk-in clinic waiting room for a couple of hours; instead I called up my regular GP and was able to get in to see him tomorrow at 4 pm.
Stopped to talk with our caretaker about a private party that was being held on the front steps of the building on Saturday night, letting him know that I felt uncomfortable having to walk through it to get into the building. Also told him about a handwritten sign in the third floor hall that said: "To the ASSHOLE who stole our "M", FUCK YOU!". The caretaker was very surprised, and tore it down immediately, promising to have a word with the offending parties as soon as possible. (The "M" referred to was a large wooden letter over someone's apartment door.) I told him that I felt very uncomfortable with that kind of language being present in the building's hallways, and he agreed with me completely. Hopefully it doesn't happen again.
Tonight I'm doing a phone-in interview with the University of Manitoba radio station about Beltane in the Park. We'll see how that goes.
ETA: Turns out the phone-in interview is tomorrow. D'oh! Brain like Swiss cheese, indeed.
ETA II: The depression is back. Had serious thoughts of suicide today for the first time in weeks. Gods, I just wish I could exercise!
Afterwards I went downtown, grabbed a quick lunch, and went to pay the Hydro bill, feeling quite sick the whole way. I came straight home afterwards because I just didn't feel up to sitting in the walk-in clinic waiting room for a couple of hours; instead I called up my regular GP and was able to get in to see him tomorrow at 4 pm.
Stopped to talk with our caretaker about a private party that was being held on the front steps of the building on Saturday night, letting him know that I felt uncomfortable having to walk through it to get into the building. Also told him about a handwritten sign in the third floor hall that said: "To the ASSHOLE who stole our "M", FUCK YOU!". The caretaker was very surprised, and tore it down immediately, promising to have a word with the offending parties as soon as possible. (The "M" referred to was a large wooden letter over someone's apartment door.) I told him that I felt very uncomfortable with that kind of language being present in the building's hallways, and he agreed with me completely. Hopefully it doesn't happen again.
Tonight I'm doing a phone-in interview with the University of Manitoba radio station about Beltane in the Park. We'll see how that goes.
ETA: Turns out the phone-in interview is tomorrow. D'oh! Brain like Swiss cheese, indeed.
ETA II: The depression is back. Had serious thoughts of suicide today for the first time in weeks. Gods, I just wish I could exercise!
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Good luck with your interview! *hugs*
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And the radio show is tomorrow night, it turns out. D'oh.
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