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It's been three weeks since I moved. The week before I moved, I realised it was going to cause issues and I was correct. Still not sleeping much, still feel unable to continue scheduling stuff for surgery, haven't applied to any jobs, and really losing track of time this week. I like being near my partner, but I feel like I fucked up the good healthcare situation I had worked so hard to get right. If I find a job, it might not even have an insurance plan that the surgeon takes. I wish we could both move back to where I was previously.
I'm barely talking to anyone, but I did start learning how to use Godot. I guess I can take comfort in that.