It's happening like Now, Cats and Kittens.

 I booked a general physical with the NP and it was good.  We had a good talk, checked this and that, and he is arranging psych evaluations for me too. I am going for 100% of every evaluationI can get.  I'm going to do as badly on them as I can. I also explained to him why I don't think I qualify as depressed, so much as unhappy.
My weight is pretty low, rings are spinning on my fingers, the spandex leggings are loose trousers, and my skin looks 80.
WorkBC also has me scheduled for assessments.  I have a full schedule next week including one awful day involving getting on the bus by 6am.  I won't try to sleep early,  I know better.  I'll go in whatever shape I'm in. As I say, the worse I do, the better.  I need to be asessed at my least capable, not most.  Oh and there's going to be a transit and food allowance of some sort for one of them.  No idea what that entails but it's interesting and might be useful.  Certainly having my transit paid for is useful.
To be honest, I enjoy transit.  The trains and ferries most, but even the buses.Naturally the articulating buses are the ones that please me. So because I have that autism transportation machines fascination, riding a long way on transit is fun. Also, I bring crafts. Also, the view is all still incredibly novel and stimulating. Lastly, I enjoy learning the system and the map and the city.  Driving there would be such a pain with the bridge choke points but grabbing the seabus and train is direct travel and no jump scares from bad drivers.
So yeah, I think I decided the house is waiting because I need to get these assessments and designations together.  Once my status is set, I guess Magic can rain down upon me? 
I did buy lottery tickets. One a week on Wednesday nights, for 6 weeks. $6 for a weekly hope.  Not a bad deal. You pay that for a snack these days.  It's a small jackpot but as the NP said, I'm not asking for much.  I'm asking for very reasonable things.  Existential needs.  I really don't need much to be happy, I think I could be happy in that wee float house on 3600/yr (not counting inflation).
Ok, just wanted to update the blog that all these appointments are happening and fasty fast, immediatement, like now, cats and kittens.  Which does my mood good and my weight loss bad, LOL  
The better I feel, the more hunger annoys me.

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