Yes, I Finally Called The Doctor

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I have an appointment for tomorrow morning at 0830.

But, also, I need to go pick up the prescription refill.

One of the things, one of the PROBLEMS, with moving and living in another country where you don’t know the language / customs / steps to get something done, it makes simple things that you used to do WITHOUT THINKING – it makes those things fucking hard.

For example, picking up a prescription refill.

Now that we live in a new town, I have a new doctor and a new pharmacy and since it’s a much much smaller town where everything is in Dutch, it means things are HARDER.

And when you’re struggling with mental illness, THINGS ARE ALREADY HARDER.

#FRAK

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Yes, I’ll Call The Doctor Tomorrow

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This article or section, or pages it links to, contains information about sexual assault and/or violence which may be triggering to survivors.

The doorbell rang.

It was a solicitor. Asking for funds for albino children in Zimbabwe.

And when I pointed out how we didn’t have extra funds until the fall when our oldest goes to school, he wanted to say, “Just two things.”

One, albino children considered magical so they are hunted down and their bones are sold on the black market as medicine like rhino horns.

And two, and this is the thing that got me – that made me say, “Fuck it, I’ve got to help.” two is that since they’re magical, sex with them imbues others with strength and the younger the child, the stronger the strength.

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