Still, It Moves
Sorry I have not posted in forever. No one replies to my entries anyway, so I guess it does'nt matter.
The last three weeks have been a cycle of madness and on/off anger issues which I thought I had worked out.
To start off, someone stole my credit card number and charged 700 dollars worth of shit from some refurb store to my account. Luckily, I am a hard ass, and both companies that orders were placed with apologized profusely and the money was put back where it belongs. I had to declare my card stolen, and then wait 7 days to have access to my bank account without actually driving to the bank. Yuck. I have a new card now, and everything is peachy keen
Backtracking a little. The previous Friday to that, I choked on a pill and had to go the emergency room. They made me take three nitro glycerine tablets, and then ran a gastroscope down my throat to have a look around. I got admitted to the actual hospital, and then they ran a bougie dilator down my throat to dilate the esophageal strictures that had developed right about where my sternum is. After this, the doctor came and told me that I have a hiatal hernia. Fantastic. It doesn't present a problem currently, it just makes the chances of an upset stomach quite a bit higher when I eat. Evidently, some people can live their whole lives with one and not have any significant problems. That is good.
I've had three truck drivers at work in the past two weeks cuss me out, threaten me, or flip me off and call me assorted names. My instict is to ask them to step down out of their cab and say that shit to my face. Oh, Army, look what you did to me! However, common sense steps in and I end up reporting them to their company.
On the good front, I went to Austin and got to see some friends the weekend before last. I made up with a friend that I had lost during "The Lost Weekend", and it has done significant good to my general outlook on moving to Austin in August. We talked to each other for the first time in a year and six months, and everything that had gone on seemed to slip away.
On the anxiety front, I am going to have to be an stylist assistant or apprentice once I get to Austin for at least a little while. The good things are that I will get experience in a mid to high end salon and the opportunity to build a resume. The bad thing is the pay. It is usually barely above minimum wage with some tips added in and a tiny commission. This sucks at first, but I have saved enough money for the move to buffer me for at least 10 months in case the money situation is tight. No mistakes like last time. I had saved a small amount of money, and somehow thought it would get me through. I last three months.
Ta ra ra boom de ay.
The last three weeks have been a cycle of madness and on/off anger issues which I thought I had worked out.
To start off, someone stole my credit card number and charged 700 dollars worth of shit from some refurb store to my account. Luckily, I am a hard ass, and both companies that orders were placed with apologized profusely and the money was put back where it belongs. I had to declare my card stolen, and then wait 7 days to have access to my bank account without actually driving to the bank. Yuck. I have a new card now, and everything is peachy keen
Backtracking a little. The previous Friday to that, I choked on a pill and had to go the emergency room. They made me take three nitro glycerine tablets, and then ran a gastroscope down my throat to have a look around. I got admitted to the actual hospital, and then they ran a bougie dilator down my throat to dilate the esophageal strictures that had developed right about where my sternum is. After this, the doctor came and told me that I have a hiatal hernia. Fantastic. It doesn't present a problem currently, it just makes the chances of an upset stomach quite a bit higher when I eat. Evidently, some people can live their whole lives with one and not have any significant problems. That is good.
I've had three truck drivers at work in the past two weeks cuss me out, threaten me, or flip me off and call me assorted names. My instict is to ask them to step down out of their cab and say that shit to my face. Oh, Army, look what you did to me! However, common sense steps in and I end up reporting them to their company.
On the good front, I went to Austin and got to see some friends the weekend before last. I made up with a friend that I had lost during "The Lost Weekend", and it has done significant good to my general outlook on moving to Austin in August. We talked to each other for the first time in a year and six months, and everything that had gone on seemed to slip away.
On the anxiety front, I am going to have to be an stylist assistant or apprentice once I get to Austin for at least a little while. The good things are that I will get experience in a mid to high end salon and the opportunity to build a resume. The bad thing is the pay. It is usually barely above minimum wage with some tips added in and a tiny commission. This sucks at first, but I have saved enough money for the move to buffer me for at least 10 months in case the money situation is tight. No mistakes like last time. I had saved a small amount of money, and somehow thought it would get me through. I last three months.
Ta ra ra boom de ay.