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I’m an author working on my third book.
I also cohost a podcast about medieval stuff.
Here I make a lot of inane complaints about innocuous things. I also talk about the writing process.
I also post the occasional pic of myself scantily clad because, well, I can. They’re tagged.
I post pics of my dog and cats, too. They’re never clad.
Advice to newcomers: this isn’t Twitter. Rules are different on every instance. Don’t start shit.
See you around. 👋
Gross bathroom dream
In more moving anxiety news, I had another recurring “gross bathroom” dream last night. This time, it was about the new house.
In the house, the en-suite was part of the bedroom and the shower was just a big, rusty pipe in the wall that sprayed lukewarm water out over and old VHS player and onto a patch of wet carpet. A Lion King shower curtain separated it off from the sleeping area, which had a broken piano.
I woke up in a cold sweat, having to pee.
WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES GOING TO GO?
IN THE TRUCK WITH THE COUCH AND THE SHELVES?
WHAT KIND OF MONSTER -- ?
PH, doctors
Luckily, I managed to reschedule for a telehealth appt for much earlier. SO HOPEFULLY THAT COUNTS.
PH, doctors
I had a ridiculous interaction with my doctor's office today.
Called to refill my Rx for 3 months because I'm moving, and need enough meds to get me through finding a dr in the new state.
I said, "I'm going to miss my appt in June because I'm moving at the end of May."
They said, "Sure, we'll see what we can do."
They call back: "Sorry, you need an appointment before we will refill your Rx."
Me: "DID YOU NOT HEAR ME THE FIRST TIME."
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