Garak/Bashir fanfic quote of the day.

"I have been haunted by your
presence all evening, smiling, laughing, flirting ... it has driven me
to the point where careful plans of deceit are no longer applicable...
in essence, Julian, I want you."

From Pawns by BGM.

For the love of Pete!

For fuck's sake! Burning discs is apparently not meant for me. Nero keeps saying "error". Random other burn programmes don't seem to work either and the name "Nero" keeps popping up. If I finally do manage to burn a disc, I can't seem to open it. Goddammit. This is getting really fucking aggravating!

In other news...

My stomach is making seriously weird noises. Making me paranoid. Do I have some sort of terminal illness? Cholera? Lurgy? The plague?? *bites nails* Joke's gonna be on me when it turns out to be gas. :oS

And now that we're on the subject of my health... I'm on new meds for my mental crap. Remember how I asked the doctor (and my therapist and the doctor before that) if there were any other meds we could try? They all said no. A very definite NO. That what I was on was the ONLY thing they perscribed for what I had. Well guess what. I went to see my doctor urgently for my brain, but she was fully booked, so I was given an appointment with the senior doctor in the clinic instead. He's a good guy and I trust him.

I explained the situation to him. He rubbed his chin and in about 30 secs he came up with another drug that I could have. One he said was often used. And if that didn't work, he did have a few other options. I almost had a fucking heart attack right there. Honestly. How many fucking doctors have lied to me in the past?! I can forgive my current doctor. She's only just out of med school and it's possible she wasn't aware of it. Also, the senior doctor is an expert on "common medicine". Not sure if that's translated properly, but maybe it means something in the greater scheme of things.

That does, however, NOT - I repeat NOT excuse my various therapists for lying. They must have known about this drug. And the other drugs. Even if they thought it unlikely that they would work for me, they could at least have told me about them and explained to me why they didn't think using them would work. The senior doctor looked at me funny when I expressed my feelings of betrayal. Then he sighed and explained apologetically that there was some debate in psychiatric circles about which drugs to use. My god. For a system that is completely funded, controlled and governed by the state, I can't get over how corrupt it must be. For fuck's sake.

Anyway, TL;DR: I'm on new meds. Will hopefully see results in a month or so. Fingers crossed.