Friday, October 24, 2014

Annual Review

Today was my annual review.  For a few years now, this has meant a day of a really dramatic and embarrassing emotional breakdown in front of whatever poor supervisor was delivering the goods.

Bad times.  Ugly crying.  Days of despair.

The reviews, by the way, were never bad enough to have warranted such a messy reaction.  They weren't great, to be quite honest, but neither was my performance.  It's part of why it sucked so hard- it was fair.  I was a big ole mess for a long time.  I feel bad for having put my coworkers in the position to have to deal with me.  Probably made their jobs harder than they should be.

This year was positive across the board, and I felt mellow about it coming and going.

I feel pretty mellow in general lately.  In fact, I'm not sure I could generate the emotions to fuel that kind of off-the-rails shitshow right now.

This has led me to gaze into my navel for a bit to figure out what's different.

The first thing that pops into my head is my living situation.  It will be one year without a Shitty Roommate next week, and that certainly does help with my overall mental health.  Not having to deal with another deeply disordered person's chaos and mess makes a huge difference.  The fact that I can actually afford to pay my dramatically-lower utility bills is icing on that particular cake.  William Gibson's quote speaks truth- "Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes."

On a related topic, all of the animals are generally healthy right now.  I loved Old Man, and I miss him, but caring for a chronically-ill creature for years takes its toll.  I have not had to bleach urine out of the garage floor in almost a year.  I have not had to inject anything into anyone.  I have not smelled ketones wafting off a filthy sticky cat, and I have not had to plan my day around carefully timed feedings and insulin.  I had forgotten what it was like to be able to swing by the grocery store on the way home from work.

Trixie's doing well.  Her pirate eye doesn't seem to bother her, and the melanoma vaccine seems to be working.  All her X-rays have come up clean, and she's developed vitiligo, which suggests that her immune system really IS going after pigment cells with a vengeance.  Her spotty pink lips are a little goofy looking, but I'll take it.

Zippy is beginning to understand that I need to sleep at night, and has not been keeping me awake at all hours.  He's becoming a lovely real boy, instead of a devastatingly cute kinetic needle-beast.

The rats have passed the two-year mark without tumors or lung diseases or dementia, which is a first for me.  Getting them from a breeder who really takes health into consideration was a very good choice.  They're still clicking along, active and happy, although Boris is starting to lose a little fur on his back and is getting some greys on his face.

I have been off the Diet Pepsi for a little over four months.  I know that the FDA says aspartame is safe, and aspartame poisoning is one of those fad-diseases that doesn't really exist, and all that rot… but seriously, I think I had aspartame poisoning.  I am way less moody, I have far fewer headaches and allergic asthma symptoms, my skin is clearer, and all my physical pains have a definite injury associated with them.  Nothing seems to hurt for no particular reason.

All in all, I am less angry, less desperate, less offended, less terrified, less disgruntled, less obsessive, less compulsive, less disgusted, less cranky, less irritable, less hopeless, less less less less less.

More…. content?

I don't remember ever having any of the emotions I have right now.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

I am having genuine teary feelings right now.

Have I told you guys that I love David Suchet's portrayal of Agatha Christie's Poirot?

Like, a lot?

Like, more than is probably healthy?

I have not read all of them (I don't tend to read fiction, I've read the big ones and a few of the short ones), but I will watch David Suchet mince around in a suit and spats all damn day if you let me.

He has finally finished filming every single Poirot story Christie ever published.  And I have watched 69 of them, and all of them more than once.  Sometimes more than twice.

Except "Curtain."  The final story.  The end.

It's been out for a few weeks.  I just couldn't bring myself to watch it before tonight.


My heart.

It hurts.

I do not own a TV.  In the entire history of me, there are only three TV series that I have watched Every.  Single.  Episode.

Firefly.  Planet Earth.

And Poirot.

I will miss you, mon ami.