I just got home from therapy so let's take a breather and go through what has happened today:
- woke up, got the info that assistance visit has been cancelled
- meal #1: a small bowl of mango, an egg, 75 g of gravlax
- left a text message asking if tomorrow's visit could be used today with not much hope of this happening - but it did. So I had just enough time to drive to Espoo and then to Tuusula to pick up the chairs.
- in the car I was checking my info and found out I won't be getting my pension. Sent several messages and called a few places and the thing is now as fixed as it can be. I will probably have to go a month or two without any payments but it's not my fault the doctor forgot to write in the dates. Also reserved another appointment in case the error is unfixable.
- brought the chairs inside, had meal #2: porridge, cherry tomatoes, a banana, four walnuts, four brazil nuts
- walked to therapy while having the last call to the health center to tell them additional info my pension provider ahd told is missing from the doctor's statement
- therapy. My therapist confirmed my suspicion that dealing with Sex Nurse may no longer be fixable by just asking them to fix the errors, because her claiming that we have had a phone call and me having said things during it that I've never said is a forgery of healthcare documents. Which is a crime. So before I do anything else, I need to contact the patient ombudsman and ask for legal advice.
- after therapy, went to the church. Then the Asian store. Then grocery shopping. Had a Thai energy drink and a roasted coconut drink on my way home.
- just got home, had meal #3: a chicken leg and the rest of my max dose of ADHD meds. Let's count the liquid calories from the energy drink and the coconut drink to this meal too.
OK, plan for tonight:
I need to keep myself sane somehow. All of this is too much but at the same time I refuse to let that HORRID BITCH win. Like, if my psychotherapist strongly recommends that I take legal action, then I definitely should. My ability to medically transition is secondary to my right to be treated fairly and as a person, and that applies to all of her other clients too. Good health care professionals don't do great work with 300+ patients and forge a statement with just one they didn't happen to like. God knows how many vulnerable autistic people she has fucked over in her career?
I'm meeting my neighbor at 7PM. I think I'll wipe the floor with a static cloth to get the most of the sand etc out, then make myself a bowl of polenta, then wipe the floors with a damp cloth and finally finish them with parquet care liquid. I think that this weekend I'll also start the project of washing my balcony glasses and windows, it's a good workout too. Ex will come over in the evening.