Hey everybody! It’s me, Eris!
Orrrr y’all who might know me as Sam! I am still her too!
As disappointing as some of you might find it that I’m not immediately releasing a new story or poem, I think it’s pretty essential to let y’all know some of what has been going on.
First off, I’ve been working on getting hormones. Seeing a doctor about trying to get that rolling. I’d been feeling miserable. I decided I couldn’t stand that anymore. So I threw myself at it headfirst.
In the process of the standard ‘let’s-make-sure-this-won’t-kill-you’ tests, they found out I have a genetic condition that predisposes me to liver damage. I absorb iron from everything I eat and a Lot of it and don’t have a thing that makes my liver tell my small intestine to Stop absorbing iron. This has resulted in a few delays while we figure out how to address that. I started trying for hormones ~six or seven months ago? Probably longer? haha. I haven’t got them yet. I’m sure some people have dealt with worse delays. It doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. But I have been delayed. I’m glad we found out about the condition because too much iron in your blood can cause strokes as well as the liver damage? I think? And just dying out of nowhere would have been pretty bad.
I started therapy a year ago or so. I can’t remember if I told y’all that. It has been helpful. I am feeling better on that front. Mentally I think I’m in a better state in the last month or so than I’ve been in a long, long time.
And… well… I’m unemployed again. That much is kinda on me. I dropped out of my old job because I was having what I thought were panic attacks (and the commute was a little brutal at an hour round trip). Um. They weren’t panic attacks.
I was having seizures. I have epilepsy. I can no longer drive legally. Sometimes I have seizures that are bad enough I lose consciousness. Sometimes I have seizures that are short but disturbing and leave me incapable of coherent speech or communication for the better part of ten to twenty minutes. I’m taking pills that suppress them but if I stop for any amount of time they could come back and worse. The lesion correlated with them is nearby my speech center and if they tried to operate they could damage my ability to talk and permanently. As far as we know right now it has not been growing or getting worse. There’s the good news: it probably isn’t malignantly cancerous.
So… the rest of the last six months have been me finding these things out and dealing with them. Basically. I have been racing back and forth between doctors trying to get to the point that I’m Well. My light at the end of this tunnel has been the hormones. In a week or so I’m going to be checking in with my hormone doctor– she’s been trying to get me to the point where I can take them and faster, and said she’d be looking into things, if not actual hormones, I can do that will mitigate some of my dysphoria.
That’s pretty much it! I am going to be trying to post stories and/or poems here more often but there’s no guarantee, as always, that it’ll happen. Hope y’all had happy holidays and have a lovely new year if I don’t talk to ya sooner than that.
Love,
Eris of Discord
(Sam Oliver)