so tired
Man, some parts of the country are getting hammered with snow. Two to over three feet is much of the east coast. Mom decided to show Grandma the snow in Jersey on tv, "Look how much snow our old home is getting, haha". Which made Grandma start crying and wailing that it was the apocolypse. Um, Grandma, it's not that bad, really. You can see how dealing with Grandma has ruined Mom's mental and physical health.
Oh yes, aren't you supposed to go to the hospital when your blood pressure gets over 130 over 80 or something? Mom's was 167 over something the other night and she refused to go. I found this out after the fact. She used a decongestant that wasn't supposed to raise blood pressure, but it did, dangerously so, and could have killed her. I'm worried about her.
I still keep sleeping any time I'm not at work, like 13 hours at a time, and yet I'm still exhausted constantly. I don't know what the heck is with me. My foot pain has lessened slightly, but I still have to stand most of the day at work on my left leg cause my right foot hurts so much. My left leg is Not. Happy. about it. I need new shoes I think, till they invent bionic legs, but good ones, very expensive $250 ones for people with terrible tendonitis in their feet. Yeah, that ain't happening. If I don't have eight bucks for lunch, I don't have money for that.
Oh yeah, after having almost 40 hours this week, my hours got cut back again next week. Other people too--and we all ask--WHY THE FUCK DID PHB II HIRE PEOPLE WHEN THE FULLY TRAINED USEFUL ONES AREN'T GETTING DECENT HOURS?
The guy from Liverpool quit, but we hired his little brother, who is much friendlier, and seems to have an actual personality. He's no where near as good looking, but he's not married so you can look guilt-free, if you wanted. He talks really quietly so I miss most of what he says. He's actually social enough, and does stuff like give me this little smile and ask, "So, how are you today?" that he almost gets me blushing. He's way younger than me, so he can't be flirting with me, not that I'm good at judging when men are showing interest in me at all. (Or discerning good interest from serial killer/rapist intent--so all just makes me want to flee--but THAT is another story entirely.)
The horses, even with Chew-stop soaking everything, still are destroying the run-in shed. They are pulling the main supports out now and chewing through them, so it's gonna come down on their heads eventually. We are at a loss of how to stop them. I suggested getting those spiked plastic pads you use to keep pets off furniture and counters and taping them onto the shelter or at least around the main beams.
Oh yes, aren't you supposed to go to the hospital when your blood pressure gets over 130 over 80 or something? Mom's was 167 over something the other night and she refused to go. I found this out after the fact. She used a decongestant that wasn't supposed to raise blood pressure, but it did, dangerously so, and could have killed her. I'm worried about her.
I still keep sleeping any time I'm not at work, like 13 hours at a time, and yet I'm still exhausted constantly. I don't know what the heck is with me. My foot pain has lessened slightly, but I still have to stand most of the day at work on my left leg cause my right foot hurts so much. My left leg is Not. Happy. about it. I need new shoes I think, till they invent bionic legs, but good ones, very expensive $250 ones for people with terrible tendonitis in their feet. Yeah, that ain't happening. If I don't have eight bucks for lunch, I don't have money for that.
Oh yeah, after having almost 40 hours this week, my hours got cut back again next week. Other people too--and we all ask--WHY THE FUCK DID PHB II HIRE PEOPLE WHEN THE FULLY TRAINED USEFUL ONES AREN'T GETTING DECENT HOURS?
The guy from Liverpool quit, but we hired his little brother, who is much friendlier, and seems to have an actual personality. He's no where near as good looking, but he's not married so you can look guilt-free, if you wanted. He talks really quietly so I miss most of what he says. He's actually social enough, and does stuff like give me this little smile and ask, "So, how are you today?" that he almost gets me blushing. He's way younger than me, so he can't be flirting with me, not that I'm good at judging when men are showing interest in me at all. (Or discerning good interest from serial killer/rapist intent--so all just makes me want to flee--but THAT is another story entirely.)
The horses, even with Chew-stop soaking everything, still are destroying the run-in shed. They are pulling the main supports out now and chewing through them, so it's gonna come down on their heads eventually. We are at a loss of how to stop them. I suggested getting those spiked plastic pads you use to keep pets off furniture and counters and taping them onto the shelter or at least around the main beams.