I've been invited to talk to a psychiatrist at Cambridge Hospital regarding appropriate treatment of transgendered persons in inpatient units. I hope that I responded to the message in time, they called me last week but my cell phone does an extremely poor job at telling me I have voice mail (remember that if you leave me voice mail and I don't respond). They suggested that after my experiences in 2005, I'd surely have some input, and I definitely do. I will say this though, even with all the problems I had and witnessed on Cahill 3 a couple years ago, I'd still rate the Cambridge Hospital impatient units as the best of the many that I've locked up in. I hope I can be of assistance in making improvements.

My therapist sent me an email asking if we can meet one last time to discuss my leaving. She says that it would be better than ending by voice mail and email. I would tend to agree with this. However, I've gone for "last meetings" with her before, and I'm either convinced to keep going or end up feeling guilty for leaving therapy. I know the guilt part is silly, and it is my own fault and not something my therapist is trying to lay on me. Essentially, I'm worried that if I go I will not be as resolute in my decision to stop but on the other hand a "last session" would bring a nice closure to the long experience. I also feel I do owe her a proper goodbye, probably because I really do.

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I'm finding that most wildlife rehabbers won't deal with adult squirrels. I've just been given the name of one who actually does, and left them a message.

I saw my pdoc today. She hadn't gotten my message about having to get pre-approval on my Celexa because she's been out sick. So I still haven't gotten my Celexa. I still haven't gotten my prescription antacid as well, need to call my primary care doctor and see what's up with the pre-approval on that. Today my pdoc gave me a prescription for Provigil. Something I really need as my other meds sap my energy. Well, as it turns out, under Romney Masshealth won't cover my prescription for Provigil, period. Pre-approval or not. And I can't afford to get it on my own. I hate Mitt Romney so much right now. He just squeaked by in a very close election. We're stuck with him for another 2 years.

My plans got canceled at the last minute last night. purpleglitter was more than happy to come over and hang out with me, and I was more than happy to see her. merryperseis joined us in the playroom where we drank dragonberry wings and played fun writing games.

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Around noon today, merryperseis and I went to the Great Meadow. I'm always amazed at how much the great meadow changes over the seasons: barren in the winter, flooded and mazelike in the spring, lush and overgrown in the summer, and a colorful patchwork in the autumn. The Great Meadow is still very much in summer mode, but will be quickly moving into the painted glory of autumn.

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I was planning to go straight to darkroomman's gathering after the journey thought the Great Meadow, but I missaved the directions to his house. Unfortunately, included in the directions was his phone number. I IMed him, but it was over an hour before he was able to respond. By the time were finally able to leave the house, purpleglitter and I were only able to spend an hour at the gathering.

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I wasn't doing well mentally at all by the time we got back to the house_of_clocks, and since we were running late anyway, purpleglitter and I decided to forgo Glitter Switch. We will try to go next month, providing I'm still living in the Boston area.

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I discovered that I've gotten many voice mail messages that I didn't' know about over the past few days. I've been checking the messages regularly, but somehow didn't hear them. I'm very confused and disorientated about the whole thing. There was a message from the Trauma Center recommending a day program that I could get into. A message from Sara, who I'm very glad to hear isn't mad at me. Several messages from Jude, who I'd thought never called me back. Even more worrisome about the messages from Jude, is that I was home at the times he called.

I must be more switchy than I thought. I'm very worried that this whole phone/message thing is a sign that the floaters are coming out more often. I'm not surprised, as the Central Group has been very unstable recently, and when the Central Group is unstable the floaters have a much easier time taking front.

Beeb's check bounced and thus our check to the landlord didn't go through. I was pissed. I left a big note on Beeb's door saying "MOVE OUT" and left her an angry message on her voice mail.

Beeb arrived home, and was very dismayed (and drunk). She was incredibly apologetic. She signed a $100 check from her sister over to us, and told us that tomorrow she'd pay a significant amount of money. I told her that if she did, things would be cool, but that she had to pay tomorrow. Her lateness paying has been way out of hand. For example, purpleglitter and I wanted to go to Dyke Night at the Midway tonight, but we didn't have enough money go. I think that Beeb finally understands just how important paying promptly is. We gave her slack, she abused it, now she has none. I think she understands that at this point.

Finally got in touch with the second potential therapist today. She's not going to work out either. She told me I should call Cambridge Hospital and ask about psychiatric services there. The intake person at Cambridge Hospital told me that they're only accepting new patients from Cambridge and Somerville. She told me I should call Arlington Mental Health Services. I called there, and left a message. Hopefully they'll get back to me today.

Victor finally spent the night here one night last week. I thought he was moving in, but he has yet to really do that. I don't know why he's paying been paying rent since the beginning of December for a place he doesn't live, but as long as he keeps paying his share, he can take as long as he wants.

All the roommates in the House of Clocks now have separate voice mailboxes. No more Bebe accidentally erasing my messages.

Went out to pick up some Red Bulls, ended up getting some food and cat nip in addition. I ate way too many potato chips and felt like purging. purpleglitter (Lake) was there and sat with me until I was okay and didn't want to purge anymore. If she wasn't there I probably would have purged. I'm getting better, not too long ago I would have just ran past Lake and purged anyway.

purpleglitter's grandma called last night and left a message on our machine. Apparently she fell asleep and thought she woke up at 10:30am, but it was actually 10:30pm. She wanted to let us know that darkness has covered the land and Jesus is coming. She really thought it was the end of the world.