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Went to the free clinic today. Was limping so bad my leg was screaming with pain and my right big toe was swollen and red (with a white pus-y lump) and my knee (where I slammed into the snowbank after the truck barreled down on me) was swollen and hurty too, and now I have a lump on my throat on my right side. Basically, my right side of my body is fuct. turns out it's an abscess and the infection spread because I kept walking on my leg and didn't do anything about it. Whoops. so they gave me an antibiotic (oh Cephalexin, how I love thee) and I need to keep soaking my feet (which I'm supposed to do anyway, but see, I'm a lazy sod...) I also have some pills for the pain (which are actually a controlled substance, if anyone wants me to hook them up) and I got my wrists and hands checked out, and it turns out I have tendinitis. Now after my hissy fit yelling at Justin on the phone at work and hanging up on him, I went in and met with the store director (OMG SCARY) and his assistant (OMG SCARIER) and today I turned in my paperwork from the doctor. The doctor said I couldn't lift 20 pounds over my head, but the store manager's assistant (Kristie, who intimidates everyone, even God) said it shouldn't be a problem, I should still be able to work, and I went home thinking everything was ok. No sleep. Came into work tonight and got called into the office by the manager. apparently, Kristie is stupid misinformed, and I can't work with any kind of weight restrictions, plus I need paperwork to confirm that I really am sick with an abscess (because they still think I was lying about being sick on Monday and I was only limping at the store tonight as a cover for my lying ways) so I'm effectively suspended until I can go to a physical therapy appointment (which I'll pay for by selling my body on the street) and get a clearance to work. so I'm effectively fired until then.
Cried a bit. Called a friend from DSAGA (Sam) and she gave me a ride home and bitched with me for a bit. Still feel lost and scared. I can't afford to lose my job. Hopefully, after the physical therapy appointment, I can get them to take the weight restrictions off and I can work tomorrow night, because, you know, I need a job. I don't have money to pay my bills this week as it is, and I'm really scared (and sick and in pain). 2010 is apparently competing with 2009 for worst year ever.
Cried a bit. Called a friend from DSAGA (Sam) and she gave me a ride home and bitched with me for a bit. Still feel lost and scared. I can't afford to lose my job. Hopefully, after the physical therapy appointment, I can get them to take the weight restrictions off and I can work tomorrow night, because, you know, I need a job. I don't have money to pay my bills this week as it is, and I'm really scared (and sick and in pain). 2010 is apparently competing with 2009 for worst year ever.