On the advice of the internets and H, I finally went to the goddamn doctor to talk about the goddamn depression that’s been plaguing me all goddamn winter. It goddamn helped, a little. They suggested all sorts of pills, including many that I’ve tried before: Wellbutrin (makes me manic), Abilify (gives me crazy high blood sugar), Zyprexa (causes weight gain), and Latuda. That one is new, and is an anti-psychotic used for both schizophrenia and bi-polar. If I can afford it, I’m gonna give it a whirl. Because it’s new, it won’t be available as a generic. So I have no idea how much my insurance will cover and what the copay will be. Guess I’ll find out soon enough.
It’s always scary to take a new med though, I really super don’t want to get manic.
Work is still tenuous. Still writing SEO and sex articles, and a bunch of new seasons are starting up for Geekbinge reviews. I was *holds up finger and thumb* THIS close to giving up 1-2 midseason shows so I’d have time to write more articles for the goddamn place that just fired all their goddamn freelancers. So very glad I dragged my feet on that one. I’d have been seriously kicking myself.
I did learn a valuable lesson about putting up with crap. Never again will I tolerate someone editing my author pic without my permission. Nor will I, for fuck’s sake, tolerate an editor changing my byline without my say so. Can you even imagine changing someone’s name without even telling them. “Wednesday Lee”?!? What the ever loving fuck?!?
Still looking for another writing gig. It’s been almost 2 weeks, which I know is not a long time in the grand scheme of job searching. But damn, I’m ready to get back into it. I do have a few irons in a few fires, so we’ll see what ends up bursting into flames, I guess.Tags: employ, mag, scribing, the crazy