Pretty ok, been WAYYYY cutting down on drinking and got some helper meds from my psych. Nothing crazy, the only thing thats sucking is my sleep and appetite. Took the corgo to the bar yesterday and stuck with Topo Chico while I played games. Had a lovely chat with the bartender (everyone there knows me, we’re all pretty close) about gender identity, attraction to others, and self identifying.

Also fuck my job, if anyone needs a soutions architect/implementation lead/project manager, holler at your corgi.

I’m changing to 12 hour night shifts for a couple days then back again for more orientation then back AGAIN. After this I’ll have normal shifts, which is nice, itll still be switching back and forth but way less often. I don’t get the nurses that do casual and part time in a bunch of places, it’s nice to be able to set up your schedule how you want it week to week but I like having just one home unit and having my full time hours there. It’d be different if I had kids like they do I guess, I don’t have anybody to make time for after I broke up with my ex, no more pets, I moved really far away so I don’t have friends in town at the moment either.

My boobs have also been hurting again like they were when they were growing in the first time. They’re definitely bigger, I have to buy some better fitting bras. I kinda didn’t expect any more growth and definitely not this much, it’s weird complaining about it cause I did want them to be a little bigger but I had forgotten in my hubris just how much they hurt to grow in the first place ughhh