Jase Watford - Elegantly Slumming

09/17/2025

I love being associated with the ODPRN. I can't wait to get my own work published.

07/20/2025

About a month ago, I had a medication adjustment. Anyone that knows me knows I have lived with mental illness all my life, and anyone who has MH issues, knows how hard it can be to find the right fit for medication. It's been decades of battles for me with medical professionals.

That's the medical model, the system in place where medical professionals don't work with you, they dont meet you at your level, or where you are at. You often have to fight with them, to be heard, and to get what you feel you need.

Oftentimes you are viewed as your diagnosis. Like 'I am bipolar' as opposed to I have bipolar. Medical professionals often see the diagnosis and not the person.

The last 10 years has been rife with changes. I eliminated psychiatry, replaced it with a more holistic decision. Selected a social worker dynamic to help me, partially because I am one, and know what the mindset and training that goes into being one. But mostly that you can't prescribe pills, you can't rely on that as the main or only model of support.

Don't get me wrong, I need meds and will be on meds until I die. But I use a family doctor for the basics. To treat my ptsd and adhd. Everything else is talk therapy, mind and body mechanics. Thinking, leading to action, and thinking about my actions. Hello, cognitive behavioural therapy!!

The last 2 months I finally convinced my doctor to make a medication adjustment, one which balances and compliments my mind and body mechanics.

I had medications that were too overpowering, and sedating. I would need to sleep 12 to 14 hours a day, which infringed on my productivity when I was awake. Couldn't function in the mornings, I was running at 60% capacity, and it drained on my mental health, lots of depression, knowing I can be more. Not to mention, the extraneous weight gain. I didn't know what was worse, being sad I was fat, or not caring that I was sad?

For the last month, I wake up at 7am, with no alarm. Fresh, and ready to go.

It's strange if I am being honest.

By 1030 this morning, I wrote a report, made a bunch of calls that I had been putting off because of the depression. Had an apartment building meeting with some of my fellow neighbors.

But the strangest thing is that my appetite has returned. I usually eat dinner around 8pm and that is it. Not because I am hungry, but that I know I should. It's amazing, the fat battle, 1 meal a day and being 220lbs.

But today, I made a full breakast/lunch meal at 1045 because I was hungry.

I haven't eaten food earlier than 1pm in over 15 years.

But for today, and hopefully going foreard I continue to be incredibly productive, focused, what is colloquially as a regular working person, yay functionality!!!

I will leave for the gym around noon. Having done anything before noon was a non factor before.

Things finally are clearer, the fog from meds and depression is clearing.

Better late than never tho lol.

05/24/2025

This is disheartening. Those of us on disability do not have enough....

05/20/2025

Did my fit test today. Man I wish I had that mask during covid, I would have looked a lot cooler, and breathed better lol.

I am really looking forward to this period of work. My mind and body need a break from social work and doing outreach. I am going to really enjoy this.

05/20/2025

I hate the excessive thought cycle that runs and runs.

The overlap of various mental illness can be also excessive. Triggering right now is my adhd, ptsd, and being on the spectrum. I am super stressing about this new job. (It's gonna work out, but I have anxiety regardless)

A lot of the time I don't notice it, but there are always signs.

Eating chicken nuggz is a sign that I am trying to factory reset, and refocus on what I need to do.

BTW that Cattle Boyz sweet chili sauce is to die for!!

05/19/2025

I really find building Lego to be an exercise in meditation and mindfulness.

It's good for my mental health.

05/11/2025

Blog post.........

I just went to the washroom. I know, the greatest, uncomfortable topic I could start with. Because the washroom was the sitting down kind. AHEM.

Now my friend, sent me a bidet like a year ago. And ever since I have been the cleanest human to have ever lived, one I don't know how a little plastic machine can have such insane accuracy. But bidets when they are in action, can shock you six ways from Sunday.

But my history with a bidet, has a much deeper past.

When I worked on cruise ships, I had an experience, I was about to start my 3rd year, and for the first time, leaving the Western hemisphere.

I flew from New York, to Rome. The longest flight I have ever been on. I had a tried tested and true technique of drinking hard in the airport, and sleeping through the flight.

However.....

In this case, I drank, passed out, and woke up halfway to Rome with a hangover on a plane with stale air......

It ranks up there with one of the worst decisions I have made as a adult male. (Stay tuned for other other bad decisions)

So I struggle through the rest of the flight, order a few beers, do a hair of the dog. And finally disembark in Italy.

My cruise ship arranger isn't good (I have more stories of how they have failed me) but nobody told me anything, and I get off and see this short fat man with a card, and the name Watford on it. (I felt somewhat celebrity, important)

That was cool....... But wasn't cool is that he was a driver. I had to ride with him for over 2 hours to get to the port of Civitavecchia. Where the ship actually docks.

I was gassed, happy to be on land so I slept through the Italian countryside.

I was set up in this like rustic Italian BnB, nobody spoke English, and I have zero Italian. So I am like, good, going to bed.

I step into the bathroom, and see two toilets, one high up, like my home toilet, and another beside it, but like on the floor.

I am not thinking at my best, my faculties are slow, hung over, exhausted, jet lag.

I am perplexed, what is this thing?

Then it hits me, oh right, Italy, Rome, the Vatican, you wash your feet in here, like Jesus anointing of the sores/sins

So I wash my feet in this low level basin. And go to bed.

Next day I join my ship, my cruise director Steve, who I had worked with before, excited to join him again. I tell him about my experience.

And he starts to laugh, and laugh...... And laugh....

He then says, have you ever seen a bidet before? I say no, and he says you washed your feet where people wash their ass.

That was a shock, and I was the literal butt of jokes for a while.

I told my buddy this story and my buddy sent me a bidet, so it just makes sense.

Think of it this way.

If you ever got s**t on any part of your body, it is never okay to just wipe it off with paper, you gotta wash the spot. so why is it okay to just wipe your ass with a piece of paper, and not wash it.

That is life changing advice my friends, advice which didn't cost you washing your feet, in a bunch of bums bath.....

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04/30/2025

Smoothies in the morning instead of coffee and redbull.

I tipped the scales 169lb this morning.

I was roughly 220lb this time last year.

04/30/2025

Late night cookery.

04/28/2025

When I was voting the guy at the table with the paperwork, probably 20 years my senior. He asked me how I was doing, and I said uncertain, I feel like this will be the most important election of my lifetime. And he looks at me and compassionately says me too.

Powerful moment on how America is unifying and solidifying Canada,

04/17/2025

When I worked on cruise ships. I didn't understand all the pharmacies, we are talking 15 years ago. But there was a soldier with an AK

Take a look at how many places now here in Canada have security guards.

04/09/2025

So, I am very sure my addiction from drugs has switched to shopping, specifically Temu.

I used to hear the line, my addict is outside in the parking lot doing push ups. I don't remember the last time I used but it has been a while That's the scary part, you get comfy and forget about things l

I have borrowed money from friends because I didn't budget properly this last month. Because I order s**t online.

The immediate gratification from buying, and waiting for product, is different from drugs, but the reward sensation is the same.

Be careful my friends, this caught me off guard.