little_grey_lies
epitome of incomprehensibility Grey as in grey areas, because why should white be good and black bad?

Two today:

-Telling an artisans-committee colleague I couldn't come to a city-hosted volunteer dinner next Saturday "because of my tutoring schedule." No, I have nothing scheduled, though I'm technically available to tutor then. Really, I just don't want to go.

-Filling out a form that might allow me to get some ADHD coaching through the school and clicking "No" to something like "Have you ever been formally diagnosed with anxiety or PTSD?" Maybe this isn't a lie because of the "formally": two doctors told me I had anxiety, and last spring I had some phone counseling sessions for it, but neither thought it was severe enough for medication or tedious form-filling.

...dammit, no, I *was* given meds for anxiety. First degree at Concordia over ten years ago: one term, I was given a low dose of Risperidone, which surprised the doctor at Brock because she thought it was supposed to be for more serious conditions. (No discernable side effects, btw, but a lot from Vyvanse, so ???) If Concordia WANTS to look through my medical history at their school, they can see I was wrong, though to be honest I didn't remember that part when I was doing the form.


(Why did I say no? An instinct, perhaps misplaced, that counseling won't be granted to those with more complex conditions. Though this summer, thankfuly, it's been manageable.)
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e_o_i edits *Though this summer, thankfully, the anxiety has been manageable...and actually, much reduced 220829
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nr i told the sales rep who's kind of my work partner and who drives me nuts that i have an appointment tomorrow until 10am so he won't come at me first thing with a million urgent requests that he decides an hour later can wait until the end of the week. 220830
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tender_square "yes, my boss approved my time-off request for our trip in november."

he doesn't yet know that i won't be traveling with him, that i am leaving my job soon.
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