Me and the other me speak and argue a lot, but it has no sound. No voice. Only words. The funny thing is that I'm crazy, as in labelled with schizophrenia and all, and there is absolutely no voice in my head, not even an inner one, not even when I'm reading.
I don't recall my thoughts, but sometimes it goes trough my mouth. I once ask why bloody sunday was not a sunday on the calendar this year. Yeah because, you know... a date isn't on the same day each year...
France, not a big city. If I'm sick. I call the doctor office, in another city because all doctors here have no places. I may book an appointment in two or three weeks. If I really need a doctor, I can book an appointment to "sos doctor", that I will pay for a part (and part healthcare), or go to a non-vital emergency doctor at night, which is expensive (for a doctor in France) but reimbursed by healthcare. I can have access to this because I'm still in/near a city.
The waiting time in a doctor office can be long, depending if they take time for their patients or not. I'm ok with that. If I have an appointment to my usual doctor, I don't pay or I only pay a little part which will be reimbursed minus 1€ (50/year max). There are doctors with exceding fees, like "sos doctor", those feeds are out of my pocket. Most of the time, we have healthcare AND private insurance, but there is a health insurance for poor people.
For medecine, most of the times we don't pay anything but there are fees, 1€/medecine box (50/year max, but not the same as the 50 for doctors).
The Gray House, Maryam Petrosyan. It's the story of a house, which is a disabled children and teenagers institution. It's weird, hard, and incredible. It's not a book for children, nor a young adult one – I mean, you can read it if you're a young adult or a late teen, but don't skip this book only because the characters are teenagers. I will reread this one.
Woman on the Edge of Time, Marge Piercy. I read it recently because it was translated in french in 2022, but it's a book from 1976. It's a SF novel, and one of the few fictions which speaks against psychiatry. It's a feminist utopia, but the first pages are pretty hard.
I don't downvote, I dislike this feature. In theory I upvote when it's funny or interesting, but I don't often think to do it. I try to upvote posts in little communities to say "hey someone saw your post and enjoyed it, please continue to share things!" even if I don't comment.
A lot of people asks if my cat is a maine coon, because big and fluffy –but he doesn't have other features. I always answers that he's a bastard (meaning mixed origins).
First hobby, writting. So, enough pens and paper to the end of my life, and more... But not enough notebooks, I can't have enough notebooks.
Second hobby, collecting bones and dead things. What could be expensive is a nice shelf for exposing, but 250€ max. Dissection kit, 30. A big bag of salt, 20. Some pins, 5. This specific washing powder, 15/20 OR hydrogene peroxyde, 20/30. Uncolored dishwashing liquid, 2. Toothbrush, 2. Shovel, 15. Box of gloves, 15. A bin and a lock, 70. Nylon met, 20. This really nice vegan taxidermy, 550.
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Me and the other me speak and argue a lot, but it has no sound. No voice. Only words. The funny thing is that I'm crazy, as in labelled with schizophrenia and all, and there is absolutely no voice in my head, not even an inner one, not even when I'm reading.