The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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Nan,
I havent posted much about your fire concerns but I find my mind ever turning to you as California burns. . . as for the stand in 'rehab' lady, sheesh, welcome to working with idiots ready to toss the baby with the bathwater. I was at my new psychologist, and he said " you have no filters when you talk to people!" and I said 'yes'. He just looked at me ( oh, granted he might have been communicating the Gettysburg Address while giving me last rights with his body language and facial expressions, but what do I know?)
I told him I had risen at 5AM that morning to ride my bike to work, work for three hours, ride my bike home, drive a 22 foot non-mini van 50 miles and through downtown Portland, OR highway and street traffic and just spent 5 minutes trying to scream without tearing my throat up into a pillow (in the back of the van) at the stress of it all especially that I was not being paid for missing work, having to pay for gas to go 100 miles and pay him a $25 co pay as well, and then after 50 minutes with him, would reverse the whole process and end up working three more hours.

His reaction was he thought I was 'anxious' and gave me a disclosure authorization to have a psychiatric nurse practitioner (thankfully, in my town) to proscribe me Zoloft (an SSRI) so I could be able to relate to him in our meetings. (I have since called both referrals daily and received one message back to call their cell phone between 5 and 7 PM, which I did, but had to leave a message as they were not picking up at the time. So now, it is my responsibility to continue to call until I get someone to make an appointment with so I can get something to lower my anxiety level to be able to speak with my therapist.

I am exhausted just writing about it! What do people that can't do all of this stuff do? Oh, wait! don't tell me. I already know, I have done it all along. I long ago lost all hope of the medical sciences to support my condition or to help me to make my way among a world of disinterested people living their own lives with inter connected networks of mutual help and sustaining cooperation. Even when I try once again to reach out and give them my tenuous trust, I am still confounded at the stress and sacrifice they take so casually as their due.

and they wonder why WP is full of people detesting 'NTs'.
/rant

lurking and feeling sympathy

((((((((((( Aspie hug )))))))))))

merle - it wasn't the fill-in counselor. that fill in person was at the contracted agency working on her interpersonal stuff.

it was the main counselor at voc rehab, who damned well should have known better.

i'm sorry to hear about your latest idiot. i remember trying to get stuff done on medicaid and it was much like that. and when you finally get to someone, they're not competent to deal with your issues.

yeah.

i'm still going to raise holy hell over this one. and the replacement at the contracted agency called to reschedule her meeting, since they can't find someone qualified to fill the position and he knows nothing about aspergers. oh, now that's helpful.

well, weren't YOU looking for a job through your furloughs?

oh, riiiiightttt.

i've got three post-high-school sheepskins, merle. i do know a considerable amount about aspergers from first and second-hand experience as well as from having read a small library's worth of material.

but my pieces of paper do not have the correct words on them. i obviously know nothing about anything related to aspergers' since i did not sit in a classroom listening to a disinterested third party talk about it, and so could not be hired to work with aspies. i'm not "qualified".

otherwise, i'd do it in a heartbeat.

it was 100F at 10:00am merle today. we went out reeeeally early and ate at dennys, for a treat. (they have coupons in our local flyers for two-for-one breakfasts, so we both pigged out for less than $10 and it was glorious to not have to cook it or clean it up.) then we walked around in a closed mall looking at the things in the windows, and finally got our groceries at walmart and target (in the same mall) and are now locked in the house for the duration of today's heat. got "conan the barbarian" out of the $5 video bucket, and have some popcorn and snide comments ready. i wish our malls were not open-air, i wish they were enclosed and air-conditioned. so we could have spent much longer there. it was nice for the kid to get out of the house for walkies a bit.

and now, of course, it's even hotter. weather boy is bouncing between 103F and 104F. they're sending out 'power drain' warnings and the kid is pretty sure she smells smoke of the burning brush kind. i am not sure if i can or can't, and am chalking it up to my perpetual sinus headache and lack of sleep.... no, wait, there go the sirens. i guess i'd better go try to figure out if it's a "oh holy s**t" or a "oh, bummer for them" kind of smoke.

sigh.

there must be something terribly humorous about this whole last few days. but i can't find that at present.

I have a bachelor's in Sociology. . .that and 2.45 will get me a small latte at an off brand coffee chain . . .

Does a PhD in the "School of Hard Knocks" count for anything?

nobs, sorry, nope. "hard knocks" is not accredited by the western association of schools and colleges.

between me and merle, i think we've murdered an entire sheep. and we didn't even get to have the mutton. is that a waste, or what. (guiness stew sounds sooo good right now, but it's too hot to cook.)

I wondered why I was feeling a little sheepish

but not to taunt you, Nan, but it is chilly enough today, with the rain and all, I have chicken in the crock pot bubbling away. I am going to make noodles, later.

Oh well, just my luck. My ship came in and I was at the airport. Lamb shanks are, however, probably my favorite meal. I just made do with baby carrots for the time being. Might have to fix some beer battered halibut this evening. I'm sitting here at the computer pissing off an absolutely spectacular Alaska day. Can you say O C D. I knew you could. Mentally spazed at the moment. Sorry for the lack of coherance. It's a "small talk" thing. You SHOULD understand.

Hell, most of us here have done advanced postdoctoral work at that school (I myself hold the Carlin Chair of Advanced Aw Screw It; Merle is our Chief Lecturer on Matters Only We Seem To Care About). Sadly, our school isn't even accredited by itself, much less anyone else...

...mmmmm... ...beer-battered halibut...

I had the exact same reaction!

Merle

I am watching the funeral of Teddy Kennedy, in the long tradition of my family of watching Kennedy funerals.

I have long been convinced that Politics is Hollywood for ugly people. I watch it with the eye of a romantic skeptic.

Merle

I laughed my hiney off at this one:




I can relate. A 20 year old woman named Amanda came to work last week. Said her doctor told her to get some Prilosec for her stomach. I asked her if she was suffering from an ulcer. She said, "No, my stomach never bothers me. I've been having trouble breathing the past couple of years, and much more so lately. He X-rayed my lungs and said they show signs of COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease), but that that's impossible as I am too young for COPD. He said I must be having gastric reflux." I asked her if she was showing any signs of reflux. Nope. I asked her if they had tested her for alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency. Nope. Had never heard of it. I was explaining to her what alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency is and where to go to be tested when my boss pulled me aside, told me to get her the Prilosec, and wished her a good day. Then he said, "Couldn't you tell she wasn't interested? Just give 'em what they come in for and move along."



I thought she was interested!

They must have communicated a "rescue me Pu-LEZE!! ! Jane and Tarzan scene" with their faces that I missed completely. Or maybe the Gettysburg Address and last rites. Sneaky devils!

Hello to all! Enjoying your artwork SleepyDragon! Hope you enjoy watching the Conan the Governator in his traditional political garb and garble today Nan.

I was invited to submit some artwork for a book titled Drawing Autism by Jill Mullin (due to be published this November). Don't know which of the pieces I submitted that will be used. But I am happy to have contributed some artwork for her book.