Like, I have nothing against anti-depressants or therapy or anything but I'm so resistant to it as a means of numbing myself to the horrendous tedium of conventional work. I don't want treatment that's a mere suicide preventative I want treatment that is invested in my actual happiness, ya know? Treatment that decreases my exhaustion and negative feedback loops so that I have the energy to put in the work needed to invest in my future and build a life for myself I don't have to cringe away from. I've been at this job for six months and yes I'm seeking treatment and trying to be optimistic, but people don't seem to get that my optimism cannot be "I will find a way to cope with this job" it has to be "I will find a way to cope with this job until I am able to move onto something fulfilling" because if I actually think for a second that working a conventional job is going to be my life I will 100% be outtie. I just don't see the point of living like that. This is part of the reason I have been putting off therapy bc my experience w psychologists is this exact attitude, that the best thing for you is to become a productive member of society in a typical, capitalistic way. It feels like their goal is just to normalise you.
It is my illness that takes me to the extreme of suicidal when working but it is my logical brain that knows I will never be happy unless I am a full time creative. I know not everyone in this group is going to be an anti-capitalist but I think even y'all should be able to acknowledge that while most people do not enjoy working their conventional job, there are people who cannot and will not ever be able to actually hold down a job and be well simultaneously. It doesn't mean they can't find something outside of the box, some other way to "contribute to society" if you wanna put it that way (though I feel none of us asked to be here and do not owe our labour to an indifferent system). But things are set up in a way that does not allow anyone to be made different and to work to their strengths. I'm creative, I function better at night, I'm mentally ill, I have chronic pain and hormonal issues etc etc I could go on. I don't fit the mould. But I've been forced into it like a square peg into a round hole and it's killing me. I am still going to start therapy soon I'm just not looking forward to being "fixed" in a way that favours a broken system that has no room for people like me. I know I am mentally ill. I know it is, for me, genetic. I know
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https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2828614/
So I'm visiting my mom for the weekend, as always, and everything is going like usual for the entire day, my grandad gets me on the bus station, I have lunch at home and then he drives me to my psychiatrist. I spend the rest of the day watching some YouTube videos and everything is great, until dinner, that is.
So, while mom was cooking, one of our neighbours, who I'll be calling Karen from now on for conviniency purposes, shows up uninvited. That's not an uncommon thing to happen since we live in a small city and on a fairly friendly neighbourhood, plus mom and Karen were pretty good Friends.
After a while of conversation goes by and the dinner is ready and where's food there's cats, at least my six felines always come to try and grab some of it. Since I'm a vet student my sister had asked me earlier in the day to help her give the pills that prevent parasites she had bought the other day to the cats, so I cut them in half(each cat gets only half a pill because of their weight) and grab the most difficult one first since she is, well, difficult.
I have the half pill in my hand and my sister is containing the cat belly up, holding her front paws and the back of her neck (like I taught her after my teacher taught my class). Everything is fine until I try to make her swallow the thing the first time but as soon as I failed, the Karen thought it was time to offer her so sooo needed help.
I told her "No, thank you. I know how to this, you'll get hurt." that's because this one cat of ours is almost feral, she trusts only the people she is around the most. When I told her that, she said that she knew better than me, a vet student. She. Who is a school teacher.
I was in my second attempt at giving the cat the medicine while she was still arguing with me. Because of the atguing my sister got distracted and lost her grip on the fornt paws, long story short I ended up with three tiny but deep scratches that sting badly.
Not yet satisfied she kept provoking me and saying that the cat was going to vomit the pill that at this point had succesfully been swallowed because "I gave it the wrong way" and that "I should not disrespect her like that" and so on and so forth.
After a while of this I snapped and started to cry, because I wasn't in great shape already. Fortunately my mother kicked Karen out of the house since she got tired of her shit.
Some other stuff she tried to do before getting kicked out were:
1- treating me like I was her child(but in a
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TL;DR i desperately need tips on the least stressful and least wasteful to get old rat to take his antibiotics. also liquid food recommendations to cover up the taste
so my old man ,Mauser, has severe respiratory problems and has been given to take 3 liquid medications (2 antibiotics 1 anti inflammatory). he's refusing to take them... i can EVENTUALLY force him but he spills a lot and it really stresses him out.
since he's so old and in such severe respiratory distress; i afraid to pin him down and force it down his throat. i feel like it is doing more harm than good. i did that the last dose and he completely froze afterwards; it broke my heart. i don't want to stress him out more than he already has been for the past couple of weeks.
i just tried mixing it w/ ferret malt paste in a small dish but he wouldn't go for it. i don't know if it's the taste of meds; but he seems suspicious of any liquid food at this point. his appetite is also VERY low so any food recommendations that would overcome that and cover up the taste would be very helpful.
TENTATIVE PLAN FOR TOMORROW'S DOSAGES:
- test different strong liquid treats to see which one he likes the best
- put him in the quarantine cage
- mix the food w/ the anti inflammatory and a little of the antibiotics
- keep him in the cage until he eats it
- syringe the rest of the antibiotics
- ???
- profit??
- put him back with his cage mate ^((i know i shouldn't keep them together since this is a possible infection but he was doing so poorly by himself and his cage mate is younger and healthier))
does this seem like a good plan? any suggestions and tips? food recommendations? advice for a backup plan?
like i said i really don't want to stress him out more but he really needs these meds...
From Discover on Google https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2019/11/23/depression-sufferers-should-not-self-medicate-magic-mushrooms/
Just wondering how ya'll did bloodwork? Is there any way to do it on your own (without needing a doctor)? Also how much did it cost you?
Could you just go to a walk in??
Female
23
5 ft 3 in
130 lbs
White
Not smoking
No medications
Thursday I was around sick people (one had a cough and one had a fever) and I thought I was fine until today. When I woke up I knew something was wrong because my throat was increasingly sore. I slept in way too late and now I'm in bed with what feels like a fever. I don't think it's severe but I am also experiencing cold chills. My mom would normally medicate me immediately, and often I needlessly took antibiotics as a kid. Now as a young adult living away from home, I've gotten a lot less sick and used a lot less medication. Although It's worth noting that I had a stubborn strep infection (with panic attacks) in 2016 that kept coming back regardless of different antobiotics (in the cilin" family). Eventually it ended but since that scare I've laid off medicine as much as possible. I know that antibiotics likely won't be needed but I felt the need to share the history of my immune system.I don't have a thermometer, but should I take a fever reducer before bed or let my body fight it first? My bf is bringing a thermometer tomorrow.
Long post. Apologies if it starts rambling but fuck. I’m over this.
I like smoking weed. I don’t do it often anymore. Maybe once every three months. I also think it should be legalised for recreational use in conjunction with education in the effects, both positive and negative it can have.
However. If you’re the kind of person who thinks it’s some miracle cure for depression and anxiety, you’re a fucking moron. If your advice to someone with anxiety or depression is to just smoke cones and not seek help from a medical professional, you’re a fucking moron.
This isn’t about the efficacy of marijuana as a medicinal product. This is about the intellectually dishonest reasons people that I know in my life use to justify their want for it to be legal for them to be high when ever they want. As someone with an anxiety disorder and depression, who self medicated with weed, nearly fucked my entire life up... As someone with an anxiety disorder and depression that sought help from a mental health professional, underwent cognitive therapy because I saw what a lazy, uninspired, useless flaccid piece of shit I had become and wanted to change. I became a far more mature, empathetic and rational person.
If you go to a doctor and they prescribe it to you, all good. That’s between you and your doctor. But do not try and sway someone with half baked (literally) arguments from hippy Facebook pages about why “big pharma” is the bad guy and weed is the paragon of natural medicine. I’ve learned to manage my conditions without the aid of any pharmaceuticals. But I’m not the case that proves the rule. Some people do require psychoactive medical intervention. Some people don’t respond to it well at all, I sure as hell didn’t.
Going to a doctor and actually being honest, getting a mental health plan,being open with my psych, and realising that for me, weed was a bad thing. That’s the biggest reason why I didn’t end up killing myself.
