I got interviewed today by a writer for the Get Giddy website. It was about BMI discrimination for gender affirming surgery. I told them my experiences and how it made me feel. I felt a little uncomfortable because my niece was there in the kitchen with me as I was telling her (writer) about being suicidal and stuff. I didn’t do anything but still I didn’t feel comfortable having my niece hear I was suicidal.
I sent some uncomfortable hours in the kitchen because of pain and anger. My mother hit me after I said something sarcastic and when I stood up for myself, she said she own my daughter and could do what she wants. I said I wasn’t her daughter (or her son but didn’t let on about that). She didn’t even correct herself but started to, which just pissed me off more. I can’t believe she thinks she can still hit me! I was so pissed off.
The workers were taking their time with painting so I snuck upstairs to my room. Soon as I got on my bed my ankle exploded in pain. It was a 12. So I did a test. I took 600 mg of gabapentin to see if it would help my pain. All it did was give me the final push to nap for a few hours. I woke up still in pain so had to take a BT med. I had called the pharmacy about my meds and they said it would be ready by 215p. I woke up from my nap at 6 with a text message from them saying 1 was in progress and 1 was ready. The one in progress is the med I fucking need. Bastards are fucking liars. They do this to me every fucking month for my pain meds. I just called and turns out the delay is because they don’t have the full prescription. I got to wait till Monday which means I got to call my doctor’s office to find out what to do because I don’t have enough to get me through till then. Fucking fuck.