So as of almost two weeks ago, the second apartment finally came through (after the first failed) and I moved in with my intended roommate. Still trying to get on the lease it's a bit hard, since I couldn't get a new job lined up before moving to California (won't get into why it's complicated). I'm currently looking for a job however, and I have plenty of experience to put down so that shouldn't be part of the issue.
I wasn't ever able to get food stamps in my 3 weeks of homelessness due to a bunch of issues and so I burned through a lot of my savings (eating homeless is really expensive, probably x2 or x3 what I can do with an actual kitchen). I couldn't take my bikes with me so had to buy a new one here too, which also dented me along with supplies to basically camp safely when I was homeless. I also kinda goofed on not closing my medicaid case in WV (never even thought of it) so I can't even get any insurance here until the end of the month.
That presents a kind of problem. I already used up a lot of the medication I had when I came, and i'm kinda stringing out the rest of it but it's ****ed up my sleep and mood to low hell and high heaven.
I ended up eventually ordering hormones from an online pharmacy (totally legal for me to do) as I had been doing this for IDK how long anyways but held off as I knew it would take a bite into the money I needed for my part of rent and utility. I'm making a little bit more money later this month but I don't know if it's gonna be enough without selling some audio equipment (which kind of works against the long term goal of getting into the local music industry as an audio engineer).
I've been hunting a day job but it seems despite the plethora of places around, even many listing open positions I'm told they are "not hiring" or they will get back to me and to not bother following up. It's very annoying but I must persist.
A bigger issue is how long it might take me to get in to see a new psychiatrist. I was on medication for manic depression(or whatever the hell I have) and the going on/off or just off that has really screwed with me. While I can be assured that my hormone stuff will come in and when, I don't know when the bipolar medication will. Likewise I need to get a specialist again to get the DHT suppressor I was using as part of my hormone therapy (I was also getting it for the on label use as well) and that means waiting even longer to get into a new general practitioner.
It's hard too to get some of this done without much proof I am living where I am, as my name isn't in any utility and not on the lease (yet) so I can't even update my ID, which means I can't get my license for my motorized bicycle (in WV I didn't need one) so it's a little harder to go longer distances. So my conversion kit is just sitting in the apartment.
I already feel more irritable, manic, over-active, not like myself and like something else is controlling me. I do though feel happier and more in control being here, and realizing how toxic the environment was back where I lived. For all the good here, such as the LGBT community I'm discovering ect it just doesn't change the fact that with my medication running out and no idea when I can get it all sorted, when I'll actually start working and how I'll make half of ends meet until then... it's all stressing me the heavens out. This isn't exactly how I planned this move to go lol
I wasn't ever able to get food stamps in my 3 weeks of homelessness due to a bunch of issues and so I burned through a lot of my savings (eating homeless is really expensive, probably x2 or x3 what I can do with an actual kitchen). I couldn't take my bikes with me so had to buy a new one here too, which also dented me along with supplies to basically camp safely when I was homeless. I also kinda goofed on not closing my medicaid case in WV (never even thought of it) so I can't even get any insurance here until the end of the month.
That presents a kind of problem. I already used up a lot of the medication I had when I came, and i'm kinda stringing out the rest of it but it's ****ed up my sleep and mood to low hell and high heaven.
I ended up eventually ordering hormones from an online pharmacy (totally legal for me to do) as I had been doing this for IDK how long anyways but held off as I knew it would take a bite into the money I needed for my part of rent and utility. I'm making a little bit more money later this month but I don't know if it's gonna be enough without selling some audio equipment (which kind of works against the long term goal of getting into the local music industry as an audio engineer).
I've been hunting a day job but it seems despite the plethora of places around, even many listing open positions I'm told they are "not hiring" or they will get back to me and to not bother following up. It's very annoying but I must persist.
A bigger issue is how long it might take me to get in to see a new psychiatrist. I was on medication for manic depression(or whatever the hell I have) and the going on/off or just off that has really screwed with me. While I can be assured that my hormone stuff will come in and when, I don't know when the bipolar medication will. Likewise I need to get a specialist again to get the DHT suppressor I was using as part of my hormone therapy (I was also getting it for the on label use as well) and that means waiting even longer to get into a new general practitioner.
It's hard too to get some of this done without much proof I am living where I am, as my name isn't in any utility and not on the lease (yet) so I can't even update my ID, which means I can't get my license for my motorized bicycle (in WV I didn't need one) so it's a little harder to go longer distances. So my conversion kit is just sitting in the apartment.
I already feel more irritable, manic, over-active, not like myself and like something else is controlling me. I do though feel happier and more in control being here, and realizing how toxic the environment was back where I lived. For all the good here, such as the LGBT community I'm discovering ect it just doesn't change the fact that with my medication running out and no idea when I can get it all sorted, when I'll actually start working and how I'll make half of ends meet until then... it's all stressing me the heavens out. This isn't exactly how I planned this move to go lol
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