So on Tuesday I went to my follow up with the doc. I also went to The Boy’s house, because we’re testing out me commuting from his place in anticipation of making it our place. Yay! Continue reading
been sleeping late these several days off; not sure if it’s because I need to sleep more to heal up or if it’s the first sign of a new depressive episode, and if so, if it’s an actual depressive episode or just my body reacting to getting less and less paxil (I’m down to 2.5 mg a day) or if it even matters what’s causing it.
Went to the doctor last night between work and scrimmage. Saw a different after-hours doc than I usually do, who was lovely and nice and didn’t really tell me anything about my knee. (Which is what I worried about more than my ankle, because I know what to do with that.) She gave me a referral for an x ray and a prescription for anti-inflammatories and told me to sleep with my leg propped up which I did last night. Then I went to scrimmage. I don’t have any sort of catchy kind of continue reading thing but please do
Totally gross and terrifying. I generally expect better of Canada than the US when it comes to healthcare stuff, because though there are a number of drawbacks to their system, the fact remains that it’s better than what the US had (ACA has changed things somewhat, but I’m not prepared to analyze it just now) but this proves that the movement still has a long way to go to end the stigma and make it safe for people to disclose mental illnesses without fear of reprisal.
Originally posted on The Belle Jar:
TW: talk of suicide
Imagine this: a student living in a university residence contacts his Residence Life don. He has fallen and injured himself, and there is blood everywhere. He is afraid he might die. He needs help.
Surely in this scenario the don would seek immediate assistance for the student. They would bring him to a clinic or perhaps a hospital. Once the student had recovered, they would welcome him back to residence – maybe even put up a banner or throw a little party.
Certainly the student would not be asked to leave the residence.
Yet recently when a similar situation happened at Acadia University in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, the student in question, Blake Robert, was told to pack his bags and get out.
The difference is that in the real-life version of this story, Robert wasn’t physically sick or injured. Instead, he was depressed and struggling with suicidal ideation. After reaching out to…
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