Well it turns out I don’t have a prolactinoma. My pituitary’s a squished shape like a mushed pea instead of a fresh pea, so something mysterious happened at some point in the past to mush it, though we’ll never really know why. The doctor’s illustration made me think of one of those little lost fish souls in The Little Mermaid that Ursula kept trapped in her cave. So this may or may not be the cause and now I need to do more tests, since the endocrinologist isn’t sure about the cause of the symptoms. I think this is the first time I wished I had a tumor since it’d make life simpler.
Protect our borders from the ravages of other countries stealing our jobs!
(source)
I called the counseling center my doctor recommended. I told the person I spoke with that I was hoping to see someone who is sex-positive and not going to judge my sex life. I also was hoping for someone who would do skype or phone sessions at some point down the road.
After 5 minutes on hold, she came back to say that she wasn’t able to think of someone who would be a good fit and could I go to their website… at which point I started crying and hung up.
WTF, do I have to start with, do you have an kinky atheists on staff? No? thanks anyway.
In case it isn’t clear, I live in the bible belt, in the sheltered little section where you tuck in the end, and it never sees the light of day.
Donald Trump is president of the United States…
And I don’t think the safe is open.
Make America Grim Again
Tepid applause.
Yep. It seems like he could have mentioned Wall Street/the finance industry at least once in there.
Good for you for insisting on a counselor who won’t demonize you for not being as uptight as they are. It is important for you to talk to someone who will make you feel better for being yourself, otherwise you are wasting your time and theirs. I hope you find a good fit.
Keep working the phones until you find a compassionate listener. It’s important.
When I looked at your comment, I at first thought you had said “This pooped up on my phone…”
Eh… either works in this case.
If you’re looking for someone who would Skype, fuck your local small minded town, just call some counseling in the 212 area code and see who can help you out. Sorry for your situation.
Fuck today. Right in the goddamned ear.
With a running chainsaw!
No gif?
Would “Seven Cups of Tea” website help you? It’s an on-demand, online counselling, emotional health and well-being service. Here’s an FAQ link for you to follow to see if Seven Cups of Tea can help.
I had to re-read your post because there’s a tea franchise in the U.S. southwest called Seven Cups.
Donald Trump is president of the United States