Note: I have nothing at all bad to say about my work. It’s simply the nature of the business that it is busy, high volume stuff.
But add that to the Tooth That Must Be Pulled. and one finds oneself in need of stress reduction.
So, here’s my physically lazy Stress Reduction list. If one finds oneself opposite my tastes or politics then I encourage you to adapt as needed.
1. Watch “Gene Gene The Dancing Machine” on YouTube.
2. Listen to your music of choice. Mine tonight is Rhapsody In Blue
3. Watch Countdown on MSNBC
4. Daily Show, on Comedy Central same notation.
5. Exercise tape for 20 minutes in the privacy of my own home where no one sees me look that stupid.
6. Menu Plan
7. Garden (I don’t but several friends do)
8. Reorder your to do list to get the one you hate out of the way first.
9. Email a friend or family member who hasn’t heard from you in awhile.
10. Figure out which Congressperson to write/call next about [insert issue of concern here].
Tomorow and Thursday I’ll do something I’m still remarkably good at: Listening to a lecture and then taking tests.
I wish it was a legal job to just take tests.
All day long.
I’d be a millionaire.
If I listed it as a job skill….”Can absorb a significant quantity of information just by listening, and then be tested for proof thereof.”
…too bad there isn’t a Bureau of Tests.
I love when these folks collude together, the dispatchers and the drivers…tonight, someone thought the CDOT office was my workplace. It is not, it never has been, but they swore the bus should be right infron of my nose.
The driver did find me after a bit more information was exchanged…and he felt bad about it…
and then, while getting me off the ramp…pulled apart one of the smaller front wheels of my chair.
It’s repairable, fairly easily…
Why do those with impairments need a “luxury item” like a cell phone? So they can limit the amount of miscommunication between themselves, their drivers, and the driver’s home base.
First an apology for my absence, but you’ll see as this blog entry continues the reason(s) why.
Tuesday night a bad tooth began to hurt a bit…I had hoped it would hold out until I get dental in May, but not so…
By Wednesday my face was beginning to swell…by thursday…the whole side was puffed up and tender…
My dentist from last year no longer works at the practice I used, so I’m between dentists.
I saw an oral surgeon this am.
He at least promptly agreed to a scrip for antibiotics and vicodin, and I’m set to have the tooth pulled next Friday.
No comp time, sick time, anything available yet, so I worked most of today and will work all next week and half of Friday.
They can’t pull the tooth for a week because the infection must be brought down.
While I have medical insurance until 2 28 07, it won’t handle this…
I know people are tiring of “she only writes when she’s angry.” thing. Too bad.
Money from a tax refund that was going to go to car repair, will now need to be siphoned off to this oral surgeon.
But the cost….*this* is the cost of the low utilization either forced by poverty or expected by the dental coverage I had, that paid big for preventive screenings and had large copays for the heavy stuff. I’ll admit that before 2004 my food choices were a contributing factor, but, the underlying thing that *makes my teeth brittle even after megadoses of calcium* is the chemo I had and that I had no choice but to take.
I kept my game face on the phone and then immediately started weeping from the pain once I logged off the phone tonight at 5:30, even with the antibiotics and the vicodin.
Antibiotics also interact badly with my existing gut trouble.
God Damn It. Things were just straightening out. I want to yank Deity by its designer tie, and *bring the face of the almighty right down to my wheelchairbound eye level* and say:
“Yeah, I know that I peeved you out with all my late 80’s/early 90’s whining, and that was worse than this…but for [insert curse word of choice here] sake, can I have a moment to settle down before the next piece of my body decides to blow up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?”
I think the problem with Deity answering prayers is that, depending on one’s belief system, God has either last been human 2000 or so years ago, or *never* made the trip down here to understand the physical breakdown of the human form from God’s own experience.
And, I hope God does not send me the Dalai Lama,The Pope, St. Paul, (whom I still view as a bitter, attention seeking religious extremist), or any megachurch pastor, to comfort me in my time of serious pain, because I’d probably deck them, scream at them and *shoot them* in my present state of mind.
The vicodin is kicking in….
And, once the oral surgeon’s work is complete, there will be another interesting blog entry. Yes indeedy. But I want the work done before I opinionate on a few things…
This evening, my paratransit driver said: “We know you’re beautiful because God didn’t make any ugly women.”
There it is. A fait accompli by Deity. All women are beautiful.
With apologies to anyone wary of references to a higher power.
This was the quote of the day to me. I loved it. I have not, nor do I intend to engage in overanalysis of the comment. There is no shame in admitting that sometimes we need to hear the word “beautiful” applied to us, especially if our beauty is of the non-standard sort.
Happy Valentine’s day to all those beautiful women, (and men) out there.