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Tuesday, 16 December 2025

Advanced decrepitude (TW: medical body horror)

Embarrassing health issue of foreskin dermatitis healed up pretty quickly, confirming my self diagnosis had indeed been correct.  But after the discussion with my doctor I think it may be the more embarrassing outcome than it if had been a UTI.  I mean technically the cause is probably the same either way.  The meds I had started the quarter before had a bunch of warnings about both metabolites in the urine and general changes to the chemistry of what is going out and made it clear I was to try and avoid any contact between my urine and my skin, even my foreskin.  I guess at some point I had slightly failed at that.  Thus contact dermatitis so bad that the healing process lead to scales of skin so dry it cracked and bled.   Winning.  So much winning.

 

Otherwise my life has mostly been trying to sleep off an ongoing therapy hangover that doesn't want to move on.  Last weeks therapy session ended up just being about how completely emotional exhausted  I still was the small amount of talking the 'the thing' we had done at the session before.

Too broken for therapy.  Go me!  I'm a fucking champion. 

 

What else is up.

I got older.  I spent the day of my official getting older at my goddaughter's ballet recital.  Many hours of children doing ballet.  I am not a fan of amateur ballet.  I am possibly not a fan of ballet at all.  It was not fun.  But what a good godparent I am.

I have done late night venting my crazy at a close friend while he is in Switzerland and thus awake when I am being extra crazy in the tin y hours of the morning.  To "make it up to him" I am choosing to believe he has somehow bumped into the one Swiss camwhore I know of in the street so has at least had impressive eye candy.  Have I mentioned that I am a crazy person?

 

And the sort of dating situation I stumbling into is... ummm....

I can't tell if it is fizzled or in holding pattern.  He turns up to use me for my TV and food but, probably because of my not sleeping with him, he has been pretty actively hunting hookups on the apps.  So I assume it isn't just me who doesn't think we click.  Though he will occasionally come on very strong with is uncomfortable and doesn't fit with his behaviour the rest of the time, and I am too conflict avoidant to call him out on it.

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