Yeah, more about moving. You’re getting it from both the text and the video lately.

This afternoon has been filled with me packing up the rest of my stuff. My lord, do I have a huge number of miscellaneous cords, plugs, and connectors. I have absolutely no idea what most of them are for. For now, I am just boxing them up with the rest of my random stuff. But when I am unpacking, I will get all of them into the same place then try to sort through them and figure what the heck they all are and whether or not it even makes sense to keep them around.

Today I really had to get down and dirty and sort through all the various things that had accumulated on and around my computer desk and separate the wheat from the chaff.

It was mostly chaff.

But now I have pretty much everything in my room packed except for the stuff I use all the time. Tomorrow, or maybe later tonight, I will get my bathroom sorted out and maybe tackle the prop closet.

We got fun stuff in there.

I am pretty worried about all the stuff from here that, at least in theory, has to go there. Looking around this apartment, I realize that our new digs are a lot smaller than these and we are going to have to get used to less space for stuff.

And we have so much stuff!

Myself, I will be fine. My new bedroom is quite roomy and I don’t own all THAT much stuff. Not compared to the other residents of this apartment. I have no worries at all about where all my stuff is going to go.

But as for the rest… I think I never truly appreciated just how big this place is until I had something to compare it to. It has been a good apartment for us, despite its issues, and we would not be leaving it if we didn’t have to. We got a very roomy apartment at a very reasonable price, and it is a low down crying shame that we are being forced out.

But that seems to be the fate of all affordable housing. Some developer comes along and says “My word, there are some poor people here who are not getting screwed nearly hard enough on rent. What a golden opportunity.”

And the next thing you know, what was cheap affordable housing that afforded people without much money a little comfort and dignity is turned into something more in keeping with making absolutely sure poor people feel as poor as possible.

After all, the poorer the poor are, the richer the rich are by comparison. And what could possibly be more important than making the rich feel rich?

So I guess it could be worse. The place we are moving might be smaller and more expensive, but at least it is in a nice Strata building with a concierge and a gym and a rec room and a nice view off the balcony.

And a killer location, of course. Once we move, I am going to make a point of exploring our little area. It’s a high density neighborhood and so there might be all kinds of things right outside our door that we don’t know about.

I might even be able to find a GP closer to me than Doctor Chao, and Chao is only three city blocks away. But I am both lazy and not all that happy with Chao, so I am open to change.

I am tired of Chao’s always being super late, and I get the feeling that he is too mild-mannered to be an effective GP, at least for me. He seems almost to defer to me when I make a suggestion as to what might be wrong, and that is the last thing I need from my doctor.

I need a doctor who will ignore my suggestions in favour of a direct examination of the facts. I mean sure, I am bright, but I am no doctor. They are the ones who are supposed to be figuring this shit out.

From now on, I will just report my symptoms. No theories, no suggestions. I want to see how he handles that.

Speaking of things he’s handled (sort of), my earaches continues to plague me. I am experiencing one right now and it really hurts. Part of me wants to curl up in a ball in a dark corner and whimper for a while.

Chao gave me a prescription for amoxycillin to maybe treat it (not that he gave me anything as useful as a diagnosis) but I have not had time to fill it. I should do it ASAP but the thing about chronic intense pain is that it is very depressing, and so I am having trouble finding the motivation.

One would think that the pain would provide the motivation. And that is perfectly logical thinking, if you are dealing with a mentally healthy person.

But we depressives work by an entirely different set of rules. It’s part of what makes depression such a bastard of an illness. When it comes to depression, the very nature of the disease makes it harder to seek treatment for it, or for anything else that might need fixing.

Hopefully I will go next door to Shopper’s soon and get the antibiotic and maybe some sort of earache medicine, or at least something to treat the accompanying dental pain, like Ambesol.

To be honest, it could be that it’s a dental problem causing an earache and not the other way around, but I am sticking with the earache thing for now.

God this fucking hurts. Why did this have to happen when I am dealing with the whole issue of moving as well? It’s fucking unfair. I feel so damned broken lately.

Oh well. Back to packing, as best I can.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.