Meds are fixed. Doctor has been issued an firmly worded email, to which he responded by putting me back on my original meds, lower dose, and writing me a prescription for Sonata, which is exactly what I wanted in the first place. Before all this madness began. He also suggested, in his response, a sleep-research book he thought might help me “alot.” Now, look, it’s one thing when you guys write “alot” in the comments. It’s one thing when some guy I’ve gone on two dates with writes “alot” in a email (That’s a dealbreaker, ladies). But it’s another thing entirely when the doctor of psychiatric medicine responsible for issuing the chemicals that will substantively change the way my brain operates writes “alot” in his email. Not that I expect everyone to win spelling bees all their lives, but how many reminders do you get, from grade one onward, that “a lot” is always, always two words? A failure to have picked up on this tidbit after what essentially amounts to about 30 years of school indicates serious functional problems with details and memory and giving a shit. From this point on, I am just going to be my own psychiatrist and ask him politely to write the prescriptions.
That said, I had a delightful day! It was my second class of ballet, and I wore my black leotard with my pink skirt and no leggings, and I looked adorable. I’m trying to learn all the French terms, and I just feel so important doing all the little foot movements. Everyone in ballet is very serious and intense. I just feel like I’m in the most serious athletic environment ever … and then I go to dodgeball. People in Seattle take dodgeball VERY VERY SERIOUSLY. Like they have been training for dodgeball their entire lives. And I think some of them have, although I’m not sure how. I am TERRIBLE at dodgeball. I’m like the worst person who’s ever been in the league ever. I practically walk up to the the middle line and say “Hello opponents! Howdy! How’s the day going for you? Okay then. I’m going to give this ball here a nice light toss, and if one of you wants to grab it before it hits the ground, or — worse yet — you, just go ahead and do that, mmmkay?” It’s truly embarrassing. I need to practice dodgeball. I have no idea how one practices dodgeball.
OK. Last thing. As previously stated, I’m going to LA for the #140conf because I am a DORK but I am a VERY EXCITED DORK. Really I can’t wait. But I just realized something! I need business cards! I need to be able to network and maybe even look for a real-world job among people who like to do creative and geeky things like me. I need them by … uh … early Monday morning. Anyone know anywhere in Seattle that can do that?
