Wow where did you find this photo of my spouse (flowers) and I (trash).

I couldn't sleep last night and I am turbo stressed about the accommodations process. It's like when people do something so clearly wrong my brain short circuits and I don't know how to process it.

I have asked for a list of duties. They have said they cannot provide it. They have said that my functional abilities will limit my ability to do my core job duties. The legal bar they have to meet is proving that, after accommodations are provided (up to undue hardship), I have failed to perform my core job duties.

How the fuck you gonna prove that if you can't give me a list of my job duties?

Universityyyyy

Hey, I'm a late diagnosis and am about to be in month 3 since I figured out what is going with me.

I'm still in the weird relief and grief stage, and only now discovering how much my learned hopelessness was preventing me from aski g for what I needed.

I finally had the courage to ask my boss to let me stay remote for the rest of my time working there and he agreed. A few months ago I had already burned out pretty hard and spectacularly at work, so he was one of the first I told about my diagnosis.

I cried for nearly 20 minutes afterwards because I was so relieved. Turns out you can, in fact, just ask for stuff to make your life easier

More appointments. I might not be absorbing the vitamin D which is concerning. If I'm not absorbing vitamins, that's. Generally not great.

I made roast chicken and garlic broccoli last night. That was nice. Tired.

Concert starts in 2 hours ish. I'm excited in both good and bad ways. Still glad I'm doing it doe.

I'm attempting to donate platelets with the red cross sunday. The last time I tried, my blood clotted within minutes of them sticking the needles in my arms and they weren't able to get any platelets. I'll see how it goes.

Happy Friday! I hope yours is a asshole-free as possible