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May. 13th, 2010 01:25 pmI'm certain I had something poignant to say today, but since I now can't remember it, I'll just answer 100 questions in a meme instead.
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May. 13th, 2010 01:25 pmA fraction to the sum
Apr. 18th, 2010 08:00 amI'm up far too early again this morning because my body didn't want me to sleep past 7, for some unfathomable reason. Staying quiet because Rei is still sleeping and needs his rest more than I need mine at the moment, but I have plenty of reading to keep me busy, so it's not like I'm just sitting here and doing nothing.
Rei found the phone number of a local organization that assists people with self-diagnosed disabilities find jobs. I wouldn't quite say my myriad conditions are disabilities, exactly, but they have been getting worse and I haven't been able to find a job, so I'm willing to take all the help I can get. The head jerking from my Tourette's has been escalating in frequency over the past year and a half, and I'm no longer as able to keep the verbal tics under control when I'm in public, making for some very awkward moments when, say, riding the bus or getting groceries. Sometimes I've been in pain because the muscles are so overused and stretched, and it's really hard to concentrate on much when it looks like your head's glued to your shoulder. The auditory processing problems make it so that I can't understand people unless they speak clearly and/or are not around a lot of background sound. Social anxiety means that on a very good day I can speak to strangers if they ask me the time or when the next bus comes, and on bad days it's easier to pretend I'm deaf than to try to force words past my lips.
APD makes working at call centres really hard, but I don't have much choice but to apply for positions there. They pay well enough to allow me to go to university eventually, and they're some of the few jobs in the city that offer health insurance so that I can keep getting my $140-every-two-months asthma medication without much trouble. (And, if I go back to the neurologist to talk about the Tourette's getting worse, will probably make affording Haldol easier, too.) Things like this are why I enjoy overnight shifts. The calls are few and far between, so I'm not having to tax myself constantly in order to hear properly. A 10 minute call every hour is much easier to handle, hearing-wise, than 5-6 10 minute calls in an hour. And talking isn't that big a problem in such situations, either, since it's easier for me to pretend that I'm not really talking to anybody. They aren't there in front of me, looking at me, so I don't have to worry about not being able to meet their eyes or what they think about my head or hands twitching and I can mute the microphone if I think I'm about to bark.
So to make a long story short again, I'll call that number on Monday and see if that organization might be able to help me. Rei plans to call them to see if they can help him find a job that will allow him the schedule he needs to get healthy again, or perhaps advicate for him to her bosses so they understand the severity of what's happening.
But now that the mood has turned heavy, I'll lighten it again with a meme I stole fromtorachan before going back to my book.
( Questions and answers. )
Rei found the phone number of a local organization that assists people with self-diagnosed disabilities find jobs. I wouldn't quite say my myriad conditions are disabilities, exactly, but they have been getting worse and I haven't been able to find a job, so I'm willing to take all the help I can get. The head jerking from my Tourette's has been escalating in frequency over the past year and a half, and I'm no longer as able to keep the verbal tics under control when I'm in public, making for some very awkward moments when, say, riding the bus or getting groceries. Sometimes I've been in pain because the muscles are so overused and stretched, and it's really hard to concentrate on much when it looks like your head's glued to your shoulder. The auditory processing problems make it so that I can't understand people unless they speak clearly and/or are not around a lot of background sound. Social anxiety means that on a very good day I can speak to strangers if they ask me the time or when the next bus comes, and on bad days it's easier to pretend I'm deaf than to try to force words past my lips.
APD makes working at call centres really hard, but I don't have much choice but to apply for positions there. They pay well enough to allow me to go to university eventually, and they're some of the few jobs in the city that offer health insurance so that I can keep getting my $140-every-two-months asthma medication without much trouble. (And, if I go back to the neurologist to talk about the Tourette's getting worse, will probably make affording Haldol easier, too.) Things like this are why I enjoy overnight shifts. The calls are few and far between, so I'm not having to tax myself constantly in order to hear properly. A 10 minute call every hour is much easier to handle, hearing-wise, than 5-6 10 minute calls in an hour. And talking isn't that big a problem in such situations, either, since it's easier for me to pretend that I'm not really talking to anybody. They aren't there in front of me, looking at me, so I don't have to worry about not being able to meet their eyes or what they think about my head or hands twitching and I can mute the microphone if I think I'm about to bark.
So to make a long story short again, I'll call that number on Monday and see if that organization might be able to help me. Rei plans to call them to see if they can help him find a job that will allow him the schedule he needs to get healthy again, or perhaps advicate for him to her bosses so they understand the severity of what's happening.
But now that the mood has turned heavy, I'll lighten it again with a meme I stole from
torachan before going back to my book.( Questions and answers. )
