…It’s been awhile….
My health is still not 100%, but I’m getting closer. *s* While I’ve totally recovered from the virus that I’d been fighting forever, it’s been taking me a while to get on my feet from the RA after stopping my meds in order to combat the flu. I’ve been back on my meds for four weeks now, and they are just now beginning to kick in a little. I’m achy still in different joints every day. Tired & low energy too. But it has improved from what it was, so hey…*shrugs* Today, though, I actually had to go into the rheumatologist again for an ultrasound and a shot of steroids into my left palm-I have tendonitis for the second time in a month. Yay. *rolls eyes* If I think on it for too long or too hard, I get depressed, so I’m just trying not to dwell and take every day as it comes, instead of several at once. I just have to hang in there. Honestly though, it’s really hard not to be totally depressed at times, and dwell on what a shit hand I’ve been dealt health-wise.
There is good news though! *g* I finally found a fantastic job, and am back to work! FINALLY! Yay me! I’m working as a receptionist for a real estate corporation, and totally loving it. It’s not much different from what I was doing previously before I got laid off. The people are really nice, and the work itself is no big deal. Very low stress, which is what I need. I’m there through a temp agency, and the position is temp to hire, but I think they’ll hire me-they seem to really like me, and I totally fit in.
Previous to finding this job, I actually was hired by another company (a waste management/recycling company), and was only there a few days before deciding I totally hated it. You see, they kinda of misled me at the interview & when they hired me, not being totally up front about the position. I was told I would be doing four hours of clerical type work in the morning, and then four hours in the scalehouse, weighing trucks in and out. When I asked about this, I was told that it was primarily clerical, and that there would be no “on my feet” for four hours (I can’t handle that with the RA). They LIED. I was not only on my feet for four hours a day, but also running in and out of the office all day long in the cold, because the scalehouse is not part of the office. (Grr.) I could not just quit because then I would have NO money coming in-I would not be able to get back on unemployment as I had accepted a job offer. Sooo, I had to stick it out at the “death camp” until I found something else.
Luckily for me, my recruiter is waaay on top of things and found the perfect job for me. I interviewed first thing in the morning, found out later that same morning that I got the job, and so I quit the “death camp” moments later. *hugegrin*
Funny story-the night before the interview, my crown fell out as I was brushing my teeth, leaving me with a huge gaping whole in the side of my smile. Craig said you could barely tell, but I was soooo upset. Here I am, hanging by a thread, hoping against hope that I get this job, desperate to escape the “death camp”…and I look all toothless! I was mortified. Anyway, I went to the interview, tried to keep that side of my mouth angled away from the supervisors interviewing me, and hoped like hell no one noticed. And I must have done something right, because I landed the job! And got my crown put back in that following weekend.
Now, I have to go back this weekend ’cause the stupid thing is loose again. I feel like a little kid with a loose tooth-I keep wriggling it with my tongue, and I can’t seem to leave it alone. I wonder what the tooth faerie would leave for me? The deductible?
My oldest cat, Sheaffer, has also been sick. He stopped eating for several days, and after several trips to the vet for a catheter & fluids, as well as some radiographs, it was determined that he has a mass tucked just between his spine and gastrointestinal system. It’s about the size of an egg. They offered to send us for an ultrasound, to see if it could be removed, but after much thought we decided against that. With his age, he’s a very poor anesthetic risk, and with the not eating for so long, he’s in poor shape for a surgery. Should he survive the surgery, would he survive the recovery? We don’t know, and so decided it would be better to let him live out his final days in comfort. The doctor gave him a shot of steroids to help entice his appetite, and ever since he’s been eating great, and has definately perked up to almost normal standards. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain, and we figure as long as he’s eating and happy, we’re doing ok. As soon as he seems to decline again, I think we’ll take him in and have him put to sleep. *sadsigh* I’ve been crying alot lately.
During my little “hiatus,” I also found out some information about myself I was not prepared for. I don’t want to go too far into it here, as I really feel it deserves a post all it’s own, so hopefully within the next couple days, I’ll have that up and ready for your reading consumption.
I think a long while ago I may have mentioned I’m a bit voyueristic. I think that’s why I enjoy reading personal blogs so much. Even though, more often than not, I don’t know the writer, I’m usually utterly entranced with reading about the ins and outs of a life not mine. I hope what I leave for you to read is as good as the stuff I enjoy reading-I hope you enjoy it, and feel like you know me a little.
PS…Please check out Lily Allen’s new album “Alright, Still” I heart her music! She’s my new fav!