Convincing myself that contact dermatitis is actually fournier's gangrene, because....

So I have not been good at writing, because I am losing at mood management and sad Matthew is bad at doing thing.  Low level depression leads to a lot of just not getting stuff done.

I was supposed to be about to start another round of housesitting, but over Labour Day weekend Catsie passed - so there is no longer a cat I need to housesit to look after.  It was pretty sad being the closest to a pet I had had in my adult life, having spend quite a considerable amount of time living over in Wingatui looking after it in recent years.

The almost dating a Middle Eastern closet-case situation I had been somewhat dodging because the guy seemed both overly dramatic and a bit flaky resolved itself when he very much confirmed all my negative suspicions about him and then made it pretty clear then even the friendship we had build was only of interest to him if I was eventually going to be sexual available to him.  So it turned out I had been giving him a bit too much benefit of the doubt while feeling bad that I was judging him too harshly.

And it seems more recently I have accidentally fallen into dating someone else, who I am still a bit uncertain about but does seem genuinely nice and well meaning, which is a bit of a change of pace for me. So we will see if that goes anywhere, and if so where.

Otherwise my life has been pretty quite.  Not achieving a lot.  Too eh to do anything much, so nothing noteworthy to note on.

I guess there is the whole my sister running for city council, and then getting nowhere near getting in thing.  But that wasn't me doing anything just stuff happening near me. 

And I spent the weekend convincing myself I was seriously ill with something that was going to end is serious permanent injury.  By Monday morning when I could easily ring my doctor's office it was pretty obvious it was just been some nasty contact dermatitis  - though I am uncertain what could have triggered it.  As someone allergic to basically everything I am pretty familiar with contact dermatitis.  But sometimes anxiety disorders and the priming that can comes from medsafe warnings can overcome logic and familiarity.

 

Also, do not google the term in the title of this entry unless you have safe search on, the picture google brings up is nightmare body-horror material.