we are not lost

Aubrey; also Birdie.
Student and writer. Polyamorous and really gay. Chronically ill.
Local queen of cait sidhe. Powered by caffeine, anxiety, and spite.
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Mrrrph. Yesterday was awful (we took Ace to the dog park, the car refused to start when we tried to leave, and the car is still there - this is after we took it to the mechanic on Friday). Today is just... hard. And I have only been awake for four hours.

I had weird dreams. Something involving Harry Dresden and Jim Butcher (in the same dream, at the same time - pretty sure Harry did not punch Butcher, though no one would blame him), and some kind of supernatural thingy trying to kill us (naturally), and at least two dreams within a dream. Weird. So that was disorienting, and we overslept and Beka dragged me out of bed to go to the clinic, and I spent around an hour not entirely sure I was really awake this time.

I have antidepressants for the next two months. Yaaaay.

The doctor has no idea what's going on with my heart, just what's not going on - I don't have a heart murmur, it's not my thyroid, and it's not a neurological problem. My blood pressure is on the low end of normal, though. I didn't think of it at the time, but I should've had them check what it does when I'm standing up vs. sitting down, because I am pretty sure it drops like a rock. Not sure that knowledge would help anything, but.

I am still dizzy as fuck over an hour after getting home. This is a problem, because I kind of need to feed my animals, but I also have no great desire to pass out today, so... the animals will have to wait a little while longer. Sorry, kids.