Things have gotten a bit better for me. A major concern with a job change would be the lapse in health insurance. It was decided to pay out of pocket for COBRA for myself only, which would result in no lapse of coverage and be cheaper than buying a short-term plan from the marketplace. I was worried about finding a way to afford my insulin and anti-psychotic (which, I did the math, is $40.76 a pill). Now that the worry about how to pay for my medications and doctor visits is no longer an issue, I feel a sense of relief and the majority of my anxiety is gone.
The spouse was invited over to his former co-worker’s house to watch UFC on Saturday night. I took a long nap during the day so I would be able to stay awake the entire night. We decided to order BBQ for pick-up, but the traffic for the theme park was at a stand still. I moved 250 feet in traffic in about 30 minutes, decided to “screw it,” found a gap in traffic and made it to the house. I then called in a pizza order for delivery, but was quoted two hours, so I decided to not be lazy and went to pick it up. I had Alfredo pasta with chicken, mushrooms, and broccoli. The side salad was also delicious and I forgot how good the house-made blue cheese dressing is! The host was very nice, offering me a beer and marijuana, which I declined because it’s probably not the best choice to make while in the middle of applying for a job within the county/police department. Guys are gross. But that’s OK because I felt like I fit in. I tried holding a conversation with someone’s wife and it was about shoes, shopping, and spa day. I couldn’t care less about any of those things. And I heard many stories about my spouse at his old work and OH MY GOSH, that boy needs to think before he speaks! Of course, he says the stories are embellished, but I already know about the sausage-dick jokes, so I’m sure the stories are not too far off from the truth.
I had my psychiatrist appointment this morning. The new doctor was a lot more welcoming. I am apprehensive about completely coming off my current medication and going to a single medication to treat manic episodes only, but I trust their decision based upon them going through my complete history. The doctor genuinely believes I’ve been in a low mood due to the major life events that have happened within the past two weeks, and that my manic episodes are mixed, is a good sign that this new treatment might work well for me. I will have the added benefit of it being inexpensive and less possibility of weight gain and diabetic side-effects.
Last thing, I think this drive to the new work might kill me. I’m going to need to find something to do, if not work, until the move because this new drive can suck it. Still looking: which is the worst intersection on this commute? I’ve never looked forward to moving, until now.