And while I've now got a prescription for Ritalin, my psych also revealed that she's moving back to SD in September for family reasons; this will be the second one in four months that has bailed out from under me. And it took three-four months to see the first one the first time, too. And the counseling center doesn't have any other psychs on staff. So I'm really pretty concerned; the notion of loss of meds and dealing with family stuff and all the political stuff going on and having decided that my now-former job specialty is untenable... well, they scare the hell out of me.
In good news, though, I've gotten to see fireflies in my backyard for the past three nights, I finally got to meet someone in person that I'd been talking to on the internet for the past decade, and made it out to a club on my own for the first time since moving back here in August, so that has been nice.
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