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On the positive side: The neighborhood where I delivered today was gorgeous. I got all my assigned loops done and my supervisors were pleased with my times. I saw a pair of peahens running wild--I know they supposedly do, in Sellwood, but I'd never seen them!
On the downside: So I called my psych nurse on Friday, and left a message, because I need more Adderall. She works M-Th, as it turns out, and I was kicking myself. She calls me back today to say it's been 18 months since I've seen her, so she'd really like to see me. Do I know in the morning what time I'll get off work? AHAHAHAHAHA. No. I know what time I get off work, when....I get off work. I can't predict how fast I'll be, or whether they'll send someone to help me, or if I'll need to help someone.
Her office is on Capitol Highway. Not a long distance from Sellwood as the crow flies, but on a bicycle? I pretty much have to ride from Sellwood all the way downtown and then go south again via Capitol Highway on the other side of the river. I think. I'm going to poke around on my bike map.
I have three days' worth of Adderall left. Oh, and even once I have the scrips in hand, I still have to figure out how to fill them. Costco is my usual pharmacy when uninsured, but they're all out in the 'burbs and closed on Sundays. Everyone else always seems to want twice as much money.
I'm tempted to just ask for Wednesday afternoon off from work and make an actual appointment and then go to whatever Costco is nearest/easiest to get to. Problem is, I have two hours of PTO right now. And I know they will be displeased by my asking. The whole thing is making me pissy, and most of it is my own fault for not calling her earlier.
OH, and to really top things off, I twisted my ankle at work again today. I stepped on a piece of uneven lawn just wrong and down I went. It hurt so fucking bad when it happened, I sat there for a couple of minutes just waiting for it to stop being excruciating and trying not to cry. Y'know that 1-10 pain scale, where 1 is "nothing hurts" and 10 is "I'm screaming and about to pass out"? That was, easily an eight. It hurt worse than when I did it a couple of weeks ago.
I was so mad and upset, but fuck it, I was going to keep working. After about fifteen minutes of trying I managed to get a hold of one of my roommates so she could take the bus and her bike up to where I was and bring me my ankle brace, and I limped along my loops until she caught up with me twenty minutes later or so. Between that and four ibuprofen I managed to keep moving. I was slow at first, but eventually just the brace was slowing me down.
It felt worse than it was, I'm guessing--I'm not any more swollen than I was before. But it does hurt when my ibuprofen wears off, and I'm kinda glad I didn't get an appointment with my psych nurse for today because riding the bike home kinda hurt. I've iced it since I got home.
I worry that maybe I'm not cut out for this job, if I keep twisting my fucking ankle so bad. I hate wearing the ankle brace because it does rub in spots and bruise in others when I have to wear it all day. I suppose I should look for hiking boots to wear for work instead of sneakers, just to have the ankle support.
Oh, and I hate riding my touring bike, it's not nearly as comfy as my Linus, and I swear it uses the same muscles that walking does, somehow. Didn't get to drop off the Linus today, obviously.
I think I'll try to go to bed super-early tonight.
On the downside: So I called my psych nurse on Friday, and left a message, because I need more Adderall. She works M-Th, as it turns out, and I was kicking myself. She calls me back today to say it's been 18 months since I've seen her, so she'd really like to see me. Do I know in the morning what time I'll get off work? AHAHAHAHAHA. No. I know what time I get off work, when....I get off work. I can't predict how fast I'll be, or whether they'll send someone to help me, or if I'll need to help someone.
Her office is on Capitol Highway. Not a long distance from Sellwood as the crow flies, but on a bicycle? I pretty much have to ride from Sellwood all the way downtown and then go south again via Capitol Highway on the other side of the river. I think. I'm going to poke around on my bike map.
I have three days' worth of Adderall left. Oh, and even once I have the scrips in hand, I still have to figure out how to fill them. Costco is my usual pharmacy when uninsured, but they're all out in the 'burbs and closed on Sundays. Everyone else always seems to want twice as much money.
I'm tempted to just ask for Wednesday afternoon off from work and make an actual appointment and then go to whatever Costco is nearest/easiest to get to. Problem is, I have two hours of PTO right now. And I know they will be displeased by my asking. The whole thing is making me pissy, and most of it is my own fault for not calling her earlier.
OH, and to really top things off, I twisted my ankle at work again today. I stepped on a piece of uneven lawn just wrong and down I went. It hurt so fucking bad when it happened, I sat there for a couple of minutes just waiting for it to stop being excruciating and trying not to cry. Y'know that 1-10 pain scale, where 1 is "nothing hurts" and 10 is "I'm screaming and about to pass out"? That was, easily an eight. It hurt worse than when I did it a couple of weeks ago.
I was so mad and upset, but fuck it, I was going to keep working. After about fifteen minutes of trying I managed to get a hold of one of my roommates so she could take the bus and her bike up to where I was and bring me my ankle brace, and I limped along my loops until she caught up with me twenty minutes later or so. Between that and four ibuprofen I managed to keep moving. I was slow at first, but eventually just the brace was slowing me down.
It felt worse than it was, I'm guessing--I'm not any more swollen than I was before. But it does hurt when my ibuprofen wears off, and I'm kinda glad I didn't get an appointment with my psych nurse for today because riding the bike home kinda hurt. I've iced it since I got home.
I worry that maybe I'm not cut out for this job, if I keep twisting my fucking ankle so bad. I hate wearing the ankle brace because it does rub in spots and bruise in others when I have to wear it all day. I suppose I should look for hiking boots to wear for work instead of sneakers, just to have the ankle support.
Oh, and I hate riding my touring bike, it's not nearly as comfy as my Linus, and I swear it uses the same muscles that walking does, somehow. Didn't get to drop off the Linus today, obviously.
I think I'll try to go to bed super-early tonight.