FML. I still don’t have a fucking MRI appointment because the request didn’t go through for some fucking reason. The hospital didn’t get the fucking referral despite their computer sending me and my doctor confirmation emails that they did.

When I called because it’s been a fucking week and no appointment, they said they can’t take the request over the phone. The doctor has to send another fucking request through the stupid automated system that didn’t fucking work.

I’m scared and in fucking pain for another full week for no fucking reason because of some computer glitch or something that nobody thought to fucking follow up on. This is complete fucking bullshit. It’s bullshit.

I wasn’t even supposed to call. The email confirmation specifically said not to fucking call. But if I hadn’t ignored it and called anyway who knows how long it would have taken for them to figure this shit out.

For context, I fell on some ice two years ago and screwed up my back bad. I’ve been in physio for two years when they didn’t expect it to take this long. Now all of a sudden there’s weird nerve shit happening that wasn’t happening before and whatever is going on is scary enough that physio, massage and chiro all won’t see me without an MRI because they don’t want to paralyze me.

I got told that if it does what it’s doing more severely or in some specific different ways, that is an EMERGENCY which requires a trip to the ER and rush surgery or I could have permanent nerve damage and/or paralysis.

So for two goddamn weeks I’m barely moving and super paranoid whenever I do have to pick something up or twist at all or lean because I don’t want to trigger something or pinch something and and up fucked for life.

The first week was a waste because the doctor didn’t think they’d be able to get an MRI so they asked for a CT scan. And the radiologist at the hospital rejected that request, sent it back to them, and told them to request an MRI. So, at the start of week 2 I get a call to run through the MRI questionnaire so they can submit that request. They do, on Monday night. We all get confirmation. I was told it usually takes 2-3 business days to get a call with an appointment. So I was thinking Thursday or Friday I’d get a call.

No call. Since the request supposedly went through at 10pm I was thinking I’d give them an extra day. No call yesterday either. So this morning I’m fucking pissed off because it’s been another whole week and still no appointment. Now we know why.

Tomorrow I’m calling there again to make sure that they actually have the request. Fuck the rules. They don’t have to give me an appointment right then but they better damn well have the request in the fucking system this time.

I have been in a funk for the past month. I don’t like it.

When we went into lockdown I had to switch to working from home instead of in the empty office. That’s a huge part of the problem.

I have never liked working from home. I found a journal entry from 2014 (when I tried working from home for the first time) and it was comforting to know that my thoughts haven’t changed at all.

At work I have things set up so I can work efficiently, and ergonomically. I have routines that work with/around my ADHD so I don’t get distracted much. I get so much done that way.

At home I have none of that. My productivity is fine, but compared to what it normally is I feel fucking useless. It’s stressing me out so much.

This week I have been doing things that I’ve been putting off for a long time.

I cut my hair short (something I do every 1.5 to 2 years or so) but the new part is that I also got purple highlights. I’ve been wanting short purple hair for at least 12 years now but never did it because I thought it would make it harder for me to find a job. And then when I had a job, it was a rather traditional office job and I wasn’t sure what the reaction would be to purple hair. I’ve worked there for 6 years and no one has ever done any non-standard colours in their hair. But, if no one ever starts doing it, it’s never going to be normal. I would bet that I have coworkers who have wanted to do funky things with their hair but didn’t for the same reasons that I didn’t. So I did it.

I also rearranged the living room. I didn’t like the way that it was laid out. I’ve been wanting to move the furniture back the way that it was for at least a year and a half, but kept putting it off. So I did that, too. Today I realized that I prefer this layout for two reasons: I can see out the front windows from my chair, and I can see the tv from the stove when I’m cooking. It’s a lot better than staring at the wall in both cases.

I also cleaned the frog tank. That does happen somewhat regularly, but the part I’d been putting off is cleaning the filter and setting that back up. It’s been a few years since it’s been installed because our house is old and the floor slopes a bit, so the tank is on an angle which makes the filter be on an angle and it wasn’t working right. So, I moved the filter to the other side of the tank where the slope was less pronounced, and I wedged a bottle opener under it to level it off. Now the filter works correctly, and the frogs are super happy. It’s kind of funny, because these frogs are supposed to be bothered by the vibrations from aquarium filters so there’s debate about using them with the frogs, but both of my frogs seem to prefer it.

Did you ever see me as my own person? Or was I just a toy—an offshoot of yourself that you could play doll and dress up with until I wasn’t fun anymore?

Why the fuck was I padlocked in my room by myself as a toddler?
Why the fuck didn’t we eat breakfasts or have lunches to take to school when we were little?
Why the fuck (once I was old enough to think for myself) was every interaction a fucking game, and a manipulation to make me feel like an ugly stupid failure of a garbage person?
Why teach me to be suspicious of everyone?
Why was asking for a drink of water or a bathroom at someone’s house a fucking obligation?
Why was everything that I did wrong?
Why did I have to be hit and yelled at all of the time for seemingly arbitrary and conflicting reasons?
Why was I never good enough as myself?
Why get rid of my pets and my things at random and with no warning?
Why lock me outside in the middle of winter?
How come every emotion you have is my fault?
Why did I have to be the responsible one? I shouldn’t have been taking care of you. You were supposed to be taking care of me and keeping me safe and teaching me what a protected life is like. Not taking advantage of me and using me.
Why did we only go to the doctor when you felt like it? I was so sick a few times that I couldn’t breathe and almost passed out. I think I had pneumonia and could have died. But that’s cool to ignore. I had a thyroid condition and PCOS that went undiagnosed until I got to university because not taking your kid to the doctor when they can’t gain weight is cool. So is not taking them to the doctor when they gain 60lbs in a few months and have crazy periods or none at all.
Why when I fell out of the tree was it laughed off and ignored?
Why could we never have a normal fucking conversation?
Why was everything I ever told you just verbal ammunition to throw back at me later in some twisted fashion? You were supposed to help me figure life out and be a supportive and caring person in my life. Instead I was fucking terrified all the time.
Why the fuck did you act like I was going to murder you every time I tried to drive? Then when I couldn’t drive like a normal person anymore because I was fucking traumatized, why the fuck did you pick on me for having panic attacks (that you caused)?
Why was everything that I liked twisted to be shit?

I don’t even know who I am most of the time. I’m broken, in pieces; held together with bits of string and old tape that’s frayed and dried out and barely managing to hold me together. I’m sad, and scared. I’m disappointed and fucking angry. I hate you for what you did. I’ve had to mourn more than once for the life that I could have had. For the person I could have been. For the family we could and should have been.

But you’re my mother and I love you. And then I hate myself for it. Because I shouldn’t love someone who could do those things to me. I’m ashamed that I still can love you. And feel guilty because I still care, and have hope that you can change and be a better person–not pretend to be; not fake it in public–but actually be a better person that legit gives a shit about someone else. I don’t even care if you give a shit about me. I want you to actually empathize with people who aren’t just projections of yourself.

If you ever see this, I expect a bunch of excuses and lies about how great you were as a mom. But you know what? You have a chance now to actually be that person. Not by parenting me, because it’s way too late for that. I don’t know if I could ever trust you not to be abusive towards me. But you could become the person that you’ve always wanted to be by working on whatever it is that makes you be this way, so that you can deal with it and grow and learn.

None of us can change the past. What we can change is how we act in the present, so that we can become the person that we want to be in the future. But the only way to get there is by truly seeing who we have been, acknowledging it, and moving forward one small change at a time.

I haven’t posted anything here in years. I stopped because I was applying for jobs and didn’t want potential employers reading my shit. After I got a job I was unsure whether it would be a good idea to post personal things that my boss or my coworkers could read, so I didn’t post anything.

It turns out that having a blog is very helpful for me, and when I don’t use it I bottle things up and make a mess of my mental health. So screw it.

My life is pretty much school at this point, much like last year. The only difference is instead of constantly thinking about co-op jobs I’m wondering about full-time employment. I’ve been doing lots of networking all year to make the process easier. I’m not sure if it’s helping but even if it’s not at the moment, the insurance industry in Canada is small so it is a good idea to be friendly with as many people as you can.

I’m finding the classes this semester to be challenging. Not because they are difficult; they are very dry and boring. Bodily Injury is the most interesting since it’s anatomy and treatment of injuries for claims handling. But each chapter bombards you with pages and pages of definitions and a couple paragraphs on potential common injuries and their treatment (always drugs first!). So it’s very heavy on the “X is a …”, “Y is a …” for at least an hour each time we talk about it. Snoozefest, no matter how interesting I find it. My ADD can’t handle that very well.

To mix things up I’ve been tutoring the first-year students since September. Mostly they want advice for the program and how to study for the CIP exams. Especially this semester now that they’ve had their first CIP and have a better idea of what they are in for. Property insurance is understandably freaking them out.

Is listening to In the Lap of the Gods while looking at the escarpment and beautiful trees in all their fall splendour from the comfort of the GO bus.

It helps that the sky is doing interesting things too. Who doesn’t like watching what the happy little clouds are getting up to?

An FYI to the knitter types: Romi is doing an Easter Egg hunt and will be giving away prizes! See her blog post here for the details.