Still alive.

Have been alternating between moments when I can't think enough to string together two words, much less get myself to LJ in order to type them out with some semblance of coherence; and moments like this one, where I (perhaps delusionally) think I make a little bit of sense.

Anyway, I'm here. Been busy trying to apply for government benefits and thoroughly exhausting myself, filling out forms and getting other people to fill out forms and jumping through hoops and spraining my ankle when I land (metaphorical ankle--my literal ankles haven't been sprained in the last few months, though my literal feet have huge blisters from literal shoes nobody should have to walk a mile in).

At a doctor's appointment on Monday (appointment made so the doctor could fill out forms), it was discovered that I am: still of average height, still of below-average weight, and still have blood pressure that's waaaay too low. But the doctor said I am alive, which is why I felt confident enough to say so in the subject of this post.

Also this week: Went into DC on Thursday to talk to one of the people who help disabled people look for jobs. As with the doctor's visit on Monday, the Thursday thing left me wiped out. It's evident by now that before I try to get a job, I need to get enough money to pay for medication, food supplements, and decent food, 'cos I'm really not getting much done in my current unmedicated, bedraggled state. Drat. I'd been hoping I could go without supplements & drugs for a while and still get work, but it's not happening. Double drat.

The weather today is lovely, if you love rain. Since there's no place I need to go today, I'm content with the beauties of the day--grey sky contrasting with orange and yellow leaves being washed onto the ground forming thick carpets for marauding squirrels to scamper across as I watch from my wobbly chair drinking warm tea. Almost as relaxing as a long nap.