Feeling Better
After a week and a half of feeling kind of puny, I think I am mostly well. I am still not sure if I was sick or was just having allergies. I'm still a bit congested and am fairly sure at least for today that it's a pollen reaction so I took an allergy pill and am hoping for the best.
I went to my pre-surgery Covid test today. They told me they will only contact me if it's positive so if I haven't heard back by Monday, I am cleared for surgery on Tuesday. I kind of just want to get it over with now. As fast as everything is moving, it's still scary. I think I am more worried about how sick the radiation will make me than anything about the surgery or even the cancer.
My eldest left for Seattle today to celebrate their 35th birthday with a dear friend from since middle school. They are both transitioning in opposite directions and it's so great to see them both have someone to be so close and sharing the journey with at that level. V says it's like they get through puberty together twice.
Sam is stressed and exhausted. He's been working 60-80 hour weeks for months now. His last break was last week and he spent the entire time sitting shiva for his father. His mom has been leaning on him for stuff, which was a lot easier for him when she lived 5 minutes away. His brother got a collapsed lung and almost died. Bother is fine, but it was scary for everyone. And I am about to become incapacitated. I'm glad he's got a week off, not just to take care of my ass, but also for his own mental health. I hope I just sleep a lot so he can relax and just play games all day.
The Oregon IRS is after me for $1700 that I am not going to have anytime in the forseeable future. I am sending them 30 pages of documents to prove I am broke. If they could wait until next taxtime, they can take my entire refund to pay it. I resent that they sent me a form that was so hard to understand that I called for help with it. The receptionist said that she "had to transfer me to specialist that is trained on those forms because it's so complicated."
WTAF IRS!!!
The form is literally so complicated it takes TRAINING to understand it and they just send these out to regular average people and expect us to fill it out. I mentioned that both to the person that helped me and the receptionist. Oh, and even the specialist was unable to understand what one of the questions was asking for. I mean FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!! And to top it all off, it doesn't fucking matter because they can collect it at refund time next year and not a second sooner whether I am their dancing monkey or not. /rant
I scored a pretty archway trellis at a yard sale yesterday. I'm excited to put it up and train vines all over it. I am only mentioning it to end on a better note.
How are you friend?
I went to my pre-surgery Covid test today. They told me they will only contact me if it's positive so if I haven't heard back by Monday, I am cleared for surgery on Tuesday. I kind of just want to get it over with now. As fast as everything is moving, it's still scary. I think I am more worried about how sick the radiation will make me than anything about the surgery or even the cancer.
My eldest left for Seattle today to celebrate their 35th birthday with a dear friend from since middle school. They are both transitioning in opposite directions and it's so great to see them both have someone to be so close and sharing the journey with at that level. V says it's like they get through puberty together twice.
Sam is stressed and exhausted. He's been working 60-80 hour weeks for months now. His last break was last week and he spent the entire time sitting shiva for his father. His mom has been leaning on him for stuff, which was a lot easier for him when she lived 5 minutes away. His brother got a collapsed lung and almost died. Bother is fine, but it was scary for everyone. And I am about to become incapacitated. I'm glad he's got a week off, not just to take care of my ass, but also for his own mental health. I hope I just sleep a lot so he can relax and just play games all day.
The Oregon IRS is after me for $1700 that I am not going to have anytime in the forseeable future. I am sending them 30 pages of documents to prove I am broke. If they could wait until next taxtime, they can take my entire refund to pay it. I resent that they sent me a form that was so hard to understand that I called for help with it. The receptionist said that she "had to transfer me to specialist that is trained on those forms because it's so complicated."
WTAF IRS!!!
The form is literally so complicated it takes TRAINING to understand it and they just send these out to regular average people and expect us to fill it out. I mentioned that both to the person that helped me and the receptionist. Oh, and even the specialist was unable to understand what one of the questions was asking for. I mean FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!! And to top it all off, it doesn't fucking matter because they can collect it at refund time next year and not a second sooner whether I am their dancing monkey or not. /rant
I scored a pretty archway trellis at a yard sale yesterday. I'm excited to put it up and train vines all over it. I am only mentioning it to end on a better note.
How are you friend?