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I woke up at 3:30 this morning with crippling cramps and diarrhea. The nurse practitioner at the cheap walk-in clinic said it's probably mild IBS, and prescribed an anti-spasmodic. The anti-spasmodic costs $22 in generic form, so I didn't buy it. Instead I'm going to cut out most of the greasy shit I eat (the attack was mostly caused by the fish and chips we had for dinner last night; Aaron woke up with cramps too) and try, try, try to reduce my stress.
In some ways this will be easy--as of yesterday I have a new venture to pursue, which has already caused a massive shift in my mood. In other ways, it won't be easy at all, at least until I'm pulling in enough photography money (wedding season 2010, I hope) to no longer have to work a regular job. I summed it up to Aaron last night: "I'm going to quit my job, dye my hair, and let you knock me up."
I'm still on probation at work, which is why I dropped $40 at the clinic today so I could get a doctor's note excusing my absence. I picked up an application for another daycare this evening, which has posted on Craigslist advertising an 8 to 5 opening. As I drove up to the place, I saw that the marquee out front said "Education is the transmission of civilization." Not only is that the most wonderful thing I've ever seen associated with a childcare facility, but all the words were spelled correctly. I wanted to hug the woman who gave me my application and tell her how much it meant to me that the forms were not typed in Comic Sans. They really seem to have their shit together, and I really want that job so I can actually work for professionals for however long until I can stop working for anyone at all.
Life is looking up. I'm going to prove myself. I took about 650 photos today. It felt amazing.
In some ways this will be easy--as of yesterday I have a new venture to pursue, which has already caused a massive shift in my mood. In other ways, it won't be easy at all, at least until I'm pulling in enough photography money (wedding season 2010, I hope) to no longer have to work a regular job. I summed it up to Aaron last night: "I'm going to quit my job, dye my hair, and let you knock me up."
I'm still on probation at work, which is why I dropped $40 at the clinic today so I could get a doctor's note excusing my absence. I picked up an application for another daycare this evening, which has posted on Craigslist advertising an 8 to 5 opening. As I drove up to the place, I saw that the marquee out front said "Education is the transmission of civilization." Not only is that the most wonderful thing I've ever seen associated with a childcare facility, but all the words were spelled correctly. I wanted to hug the woman who gave me my application and tell her how much it meant to me that the forms were not typed in Comic Sans. They really seem to have their shit together, and I really want that job so I can actually work for professionals for however long until I can stop working for anyone at all.
Life is looking up. I'm going to prove myself. I took about 650 photos today. It felt amazing.