Good News, Bad News, No News
Good News
My dizzy spells yesterday, while not the product of a tumor or inner ear infection (although the doctor allowed that though she'd never heard of someone getting dizzy BEFORE an infection, it was always something that happened after, thought it might be possible) are still unexplained. I got a physical though, so that's good. And bloodwork, so they're going to test for thyroid problems or anemia. My blood pressure is 114 over 80, so I felt pretty good about that. Hypertension, diabetes, high cholesterol, heart attacks, obesity, alcoholism, bipolar disorder, depression, stroke, and cancer are all represented in both sides of my family, so every time I get a clean bill of health I feel like waving a tiny flag of triumph. 'I'm not physically defective in a systematic sense!' I want to print on it. For all the things wrong with me, at least I can rely on my heart and lungs thus far.
Bad News
I weigh as much as my father when he entered the Marines. I've been drinking more beer than I had been previously though, and while I would eat well I would fall off the wagon on weekends. And we haven't been going to the gym anywhere near as much as we used to. So that's all identifiable and something I can deal with. And it isn't like I'm unhealthy or out of shape; that shape happens to be very dense, is all.
There wasn't a co-pay listed for my insurance for a doctor's visit, so I will probably get a bill in the mail in a week or so for some ridiculous amount, which I will have to call about and straigten out. And the next three weeks are another dry period money-wise, since all the bills are due. Looks like the salad days of last week are over with; or maybe they're coming back, since salad is cheap to make and I ened to lighten my load anyway.
No News
I turned in my writing sample for the job yesterday, and haven't heard anything. I know rationally I probably will not hear anything until I either get the job or the person who DID get the job starts work, and both will probably take days or weeks. Irrationally I am waiting for a phone call or email any minute to hear that I did or did not get it. Oddly, I don't really think about it when I'm not at work; I start to think about it and then my mind shifts away, as if the subject is just too frightening to contemplate. I can't tell if I'm over the whole thing or just so excited about it that I can't even conceive of it. Either way we'll find out.
When I saw that I had a message on my desk phone this morning I had a small stroke. I get about one phone call a month, and it's usually over the weekend, and it's usually someone speaking Spanish and looking for someone who is not me. I saw that red light lit up and went into a small frenzy.
And of course it was my manager from the other department I work for, who I think of as Non-Entity Man because I see him once every three months and he never seems to know what I'm working on or who I am working for. He was calling to see if something I'd called him about the day before was cleared up (it was). I still haven't contacted him back; I guess I ought to send him an email or something to let him know it's all good. I wonder if he'll even know what I'm talking about.
And that's what's up with me today. What's up with you?
My dizzy spells yesterday, while not the product of a tumor or inner ear infection (although the doctor allowed that though she'd never heard of someone getting dizzy BEFORE an infection, it was always something that happened after, thought it might be possible) are still unexplained. I got a physical though, so that's good. And bloodwork, so they're going to test for thyroid problems or anemia. My blood pressure is 114 over 80, so I felt pretty good about that. Hypertension, diabetes, high cholesterol, heart attacks, obesity, alcoholism, bipolar disorder, depression, stroke, and cancer are all represented in both sides of my family, so every time I get a clean bill of health I feel like waving a tiny flag of triumph. 'I'm not physically defective in a systematic sense!' I want to print on it. For all the things wrong with me, at least I can rely on my heart and lungs thus far.
Bad News
I weigh as much as my father when he entered the Marines. I've been drinking more beer than I had been previously though, and while I would eat well I would fall off the wagon on weekends. And we haven't been going to the gym anywhere near as much as we used to. So that's all identifiable and something I can deal with. And it isn't like I'm unhealthy or out of shape; that shape happens to be very dense, is all.
There wasn't a co-pay listed for my insurance for a doctor's visit, so I will probably get a bill in the mail in a week or so for some ridiculous amount, which I will have to call about and straigten out. And the next three weeks are another dry period money-wise, since all the bills are due. Looks like the salad days of last week are over with; or maybe they're coming back, since salad is cheap to make and I ened to lighten my load anyway.
No News
I turned in my writing sample for the job yesterday, and haven't heard anything. I know rationally I probably will not hear anything until I either get the job or the person who DID get the job starts work, and both will probably take days or weeks. Irrationally I am waiting for a phone call or email any minute to hear that I did or did not get it. Oddly, I don't really think about it when I'm not at work; I start to think about it and then my mind shifts away, as if the subject is just too frightening to contemplate. I can't tell if I'm over the whole thing or just so excited about it that I can't even conceive of it. Either way we'll find out.
When I saw that I had a message on my desk phone this morning I had a small stroke. I get about one phone call a month, and it's usually over the weekend, and it's usually someone speaking Spanish and looking for someone who is not me. I saw that red light lit up and went into a small frenzy.
And of course it was my manager from the other department I work for, who I think of as Non-Entity Man because I see him once every three months and he never seems to know what I'm working on or who I am working for. He was calling to see if something I'd called him about the day before was cleared up (it was). I still haven't contacted him back; I guess I ought to send him an email or something to let him know it's all good. I wonder if he'll even know what I'm talking about.
And that's what's up with me today. What's up with you?