17 Jan

The Pterodactyl is here

Meet Alfred, our Pterodactyl. He’s a sleepy little fella. πŸ™‚

He arrived on 6th of December 2017, roughly a year and a half after our Raptor, Agnes. Our little “Dino-family” is complete. 😍

27 Aug

Not Star Wars episode IV, yet still a new hope

Aw man, if I hadn’t been distracted I could have posted this exactly two years after I made the first post here. Missed it by thiiiiiis much. Ah well. Here’s to another two incredibly exciting years of blogging. πŸ˜œπŸ‘

I’m no longer seeing the psychologist – who I wrongly labeled psychiatrist (fixed that) – and I havent for quite a while. I didn’t really like him. In his defence, I generally don’t like people.

I don’t remember the last thing we spoke about. Don’t know what was said. I don’t know if I said I wanted to quit going – or him asking me if I wanted to – or what, but I ended up never going back. Looking through my email conversations with the guy it appear as if I canceled an appointment and never rescheduled. I don’t really remember.

I guess it’s worth mentioning that I hate being scrutinized. I hate to “spill my beans”, about my life, about everything. I hate how boring I am, and how boring I must sound to people when I try to explain my boring life to them.

Anywho, a while later – with the help of Marie – I saw a occupational therapist that had me trying a bunch of things to get me going. (Remember, the reason I’m “in this mess” is because I have a hard time kicking things off. I have a million ideas, and maybe three is seen through to the end; the rest of them are lucky if I ever even start working on them.

There was an app I tried that only managed to piss me off. It really didn’t help at all. (It had me tap-tap-tap-ing three times more than what, like, using the regular calendar on my phone would’ve. It was idiotic).

Eventually she ran out of ideas and told me as much. There wasn’t much she could do to help me, and sent us on our merry way.

Well, crap.

<montage> Stuff happening that I’ve forgotten about </montage>

Some time later we decided to look into how – or if – I could get a proper diagnose, because things weren’t improving. Spoke with a nurse and filled out a form. They told us it might take a little while before we hear anything, because they’re short on doctors.

I believe this was in spring, March perhaps? It might even have been before Christmas. It was chilly, but no snow. I don’t remember. My memory is out the window. I think I blame technology.

Anyway, time passed. Felt like forever. I was starting to think they might have forgotten about me, or misplaced the form. But being me, I figured I’d wait for summer vacations to end before calling them to check. Don’t want to be too hasty, now..

Lucky me I didn’t have to wait much longer, because one day I got a letter.

Apparently they hadn’t forgotten. Turns out I have a doctor’s apointment in October. Obviously no idea what she’ll say, but I’m hoping they’ll go through with the diagnosing. It’d be a relief for both Marie and I.

Of course I understand that even if they decide to go ahead, a diagnose is not guaranteed. I know that. But it gives me new hope.

I’ll see you around!

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13 Aug

House, not M.D.

The apartment was getting a little cramped (partially because it was a 2-room apartment, partially because of too much stuff!) and Agnes is needing more and more space these days, meaning we had to go looking for a new place to call home.

We went viewing a few houses but none of them felt right. As it turned out though, we didn’t have to look too far from “home”.

We “swapped places” with Maries dad, with us moving into the house, him moving into an apartment not far from where we used to live. It’s a roughly 10 minute drive either way, which is nice and close.

There are a lot of pros and cons to this of course. The house has lots of space for Agnes to play around and practice walking (she still count on us or furniture for support but she’s on her own any day now!) but father-in-law’s apartment isn’t very big, meaning he’s left some of his stuff in the house, leaving us with even more stuff.. Going through his stuff, on top of ours, is a bit of a project. Slow and steady, though, we’re getting there. I think.

The house needs a little bit of work here and there but is otherwise very cozy. To quote one of my favourite Disney movies;

So he’s a bit of a fixer upper, but this we’re certain of
You can fix this fixer upper with a little bit of love..

Frozen, 2013

(That’s actually from the worst song in the movie, but I suppose it’s fitting, just this once).

There’ll be more updates regarding the house “some time soon”. I’m keeping it short in the hopes that I’ll be able to finish writing something because these things take forever, for whatever reason. (Thought-to-text doesn’t work so well for me, but that’s for another story).

Also, reading back through the very first entry I mention our cats, and games; neither which have been properly addressed since. I’d like to try and rectify that, in the future, as well.

Until then, I’ll see you around!

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