Been neglecting this again.
It's been about... two months? Though granted, things have been a bit rough, especially the last few weeks.
At least, I no longer have to worry about my problems with my counselor as he is no longer coming to town -- the clinic's Lawton location has pulled him back to solely there. On one hand, I'm not terribly broken up about this as he wasn't helping me and in fact was just stressing me out. Though on the other hand, if the clinic keeps this up, there won't be anyone left in town... which would be bad for the folks that they are helping.
I'm still seeing my caseworker, although matters are pretty stressful with her as well.
Currently, I'm in the middle of job-hunting. It's not going well. Most of the jobs I've been sent out to apply for are already taken by the time I get there or are something I'm not qualified to do. One job I was able to apply for at the local library, I got a rejection letter back from it. So, it's basically nothing new from what I've gotten before... but I guess all I can do is keep trying.
For about two weeks straight around the beginning of the month, I came down sick. Basically it started with me feeling lethargic and unwell (even more so than usual), went to a sore throat, then stopped up nose and general sinus trouble, fever, and then to chest congestion and bad coughing with headaches and more fever. But this bastard just kept hanging on, so I just drugged and vitamined myself up as best I could. Probably doesn't help that I decided to do a bunch of organizing/housework in the middle of it. Even now, I'm STILL feel a bit of the tail end of it. So that knocked me out for a good while.
Then last Thursday, thanks to my grandfather's carelessness, my cat Angel got out of the house and ran away. She was gone until Sunday morning, and for those days I was completely useless, because all I could do was cry and worry about her. I thought I would never see her again because there just wasn't any sign of her. Thankfully she did come back and was perfectly fine, just really tired and hungry. She'd gotten out of the house before, but always stayed nearby and would scratch at the door wanting back in an hour or so later. Not really sure how to keep this from happening again, though.
Otherwise, I really haven't accomplished much, due to having artist and writer's block up the wazoo.
And right now... I just really wish the weather would hurry up and cool off so I could go walking around the park or reservoir again.
At least, I no longer have to worry about my problems with my counselor as he is no longer coming to town -- the clinic's Lawton location has pulled him back to solely there. On one hand, I'm not terribly broken up about this as he wasn't helping me and in fact was just stressing me out. Though on the other hand, if the clinic keeps this up, there won't be anyone left in town... which would be bad for the folks that they are helping.
I'm still seeing my caseworker, although matters are pretty stressful with her as well.
Currently, I'm in the middle of job-hunting. It's not going well. Most of the jobs I've been sent out to apply for are already taken by the time I get there or are something I'm not qualified to do. One job I was able to apply for at the local library, I got a rejection letter back from it. So, it's basically nothing new from what I've gotten before... but I guess all I can do is keep trying.
For about two weeks straight around the beginning of the month, I came down sick. Basically it started with me feeling lethargic and unwell (even more so than usual), went to a sore throat, then stopped up nose and general sinus trouble, fever, and then to chest congestion and bad coughing with headaches and more fever. But this bastard just kept hanging on, so I just drugged and vitamined myself up as best I could. Probably doesn't help that I decided to do a bunch of organizing/housework in the middle of it. Even now, I'm STILL feel a bit of the tail end of it. So that knocked me out for a good while.
Then last Thursday, thanks to my grandfather's carelessness, my cat Angel got out of the house and ran away. She was gone until Sunday morning, and for those days I was completely useless, because all I could do was cry and worry about her. I thought I would never see her again because there just wasn't any sign of her. Thankfully she did come back and was perfectly fine, just really tired and hungry. She'd gotten out of the house before, but always stayed nearby and would scratch at the door wanting back in an hour or so later. Not really sure how to keep this from happening again, though.
Otherwise, I really haven't accomplished much, due to having artist and writer's block up the wazoo.
And right now... I just really wish the weather would hurry up and cool off so I could go walking around the park or reservoir again.