This ATM won't give me my shrimp!
Ugh! I haven't updated in forever!
I guess it's because nothing really significant has happened that I cared to update about. It's rough when that happens. Like, a lot of minor things occur but nothing I deem worthy of documentation.
Um..let's see. Today I went to the doctor. I probably should've gone to the emergency room Tuesday night when I spilled the pot of boiling hot water on my hand. I didn't spill the entire pot on my hand. Just enough to make me realize that I need to develop another method to get my dishwater really hot. It didn't even start bothering me until right before I went to the gym, maybe an hour later. The pain was so bad it woke me up out of my semi-decent slumber. I had to sleep with my hand in a bucket of water in order to get some rest. When I woke up I got some first aid supplies (that Spicy would've scolded me for not already having) from CVS on my way in to work. It's awkward working with patients when you are hurt yourself. It's almost demeaning.
Anywho, 2 days later I finally get to the doctor and show him my already healing hand. Needless to say, it didn't require any surgery. I got my blood taken while I was there. It was the first time I can remember a doctor asking me "Have you eaten today?" (mind you, it was about noon) with my response being "No" and I didn't get in trouble for it. The nurse was moving a bit quickly and she seems to have blown right through my vein.
(^that was the beginning of a post I started about 2 weeks ago)
I did end up having a big bruise. Stupid nurse! Of course I'm super paranoid now that I've taken a phlebotomy class where I was informed that you don't actually have to be certified to draw blood. Dangerous.
The next day (after I started that part of the post), my doctor called early in the morning to tell me that we needed to "discuss the results of the blood test". Poopy. So, given my track record, I'm thinking I contracted malaria or something that you would never imagine getting. I called back, my heart beating loud enough to be heard through the phone, and the nurse tells me that the doc wants me to start taking super-human strength iron pills twice a day AGAIN. Then she said that the doc wanted to see me back in his office in two weeks. My appointment is set for Thursday. I'm entirely sure that my red blood cell count is still low (for a number of reasons, including the fact that I think my body repels iron). Looks like it's gonna be blood transfusion #2. Boooooooo!
In other news, work life is waxing and waning as usual. However, in an interesting turn of events, Gossip Girl thinks we're like, besties now. WTF?! The last time I checked we were waiting for an HR intervention (which I have no doubt will never occur). This does not a pair of friends make. My f'n idiot boss must think his plan is working. I'm so over it. This situation has really opened my eyes to the fact that I really don't need this job. I don't need it financially, for the experience, and I definitely don't need the stress/mistreatment. I throw myself wholly and completely into this job - coming in early and leaving late, missing meals (which probably contributed to my current health condition) - and what thanks do I get? NONE! Not even support from my superiors. F this!
The job search continues...
Meanwhile, my personal life is just as boring as always. At least, I think it is. Cuz and I don't talk very much any more. It's a situation I can't describe without alienating him, so I won't. But the point is, I know what's going on.
My computer sucks (which is why I can only update at work). I should be getting a new one.
I'm looking forward to my vacation (wherever that's going to take me) next week.
I need it BAD.