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Here it is, what...Wednesday already!? My how time flies when you're a stressed-out basket-case. Okay, well maybe basket-case is a little too harsh of an analysis. I am definitely a bit stressed-out. Moving crept up on us, and is now about to pounce like a tiger out from behind the bushes. In a mere 2.5 weeks we'll be leaving Boston to head for the green(er?) pastures of Minnesota.
I'M SO NERVOUS!
Things that must get done:
1) A budget for next year's modest living must be created, so that I can figure out how much of the federal student loans I'm being offered I really need to take. I'm hoping I don't need to take *all* of the unsubsidized loans, but we'll see. I need Kevin's help on this one. We'll be living together and paying bills together, and I need his input. He is even more stressed out about moving than me, however, so he says "Yeah yeah, of course I'll help" but then he never seems to get around to having the time to do it. It's all about avoidance with him. Which I completely understand, but it definitely doesn't make me feel any better.
2) Packing packing packing packing.
3) Sign our lease and mail it in. Mail in August (!!!) rent for our new place in Minneapolis. They don't seem to care that we waited until we got the lease in the mail before we're paying rent, but now that we've got the lease, we must pay them. Don't want to start off on the wrong foot.
4) Make an eye appointment because I think I need a new prescription, and that way I can get new glasses/contacts while I'm still employed here and have excellent vision coverage.
5) Get change-of-address forms. Make list of all the places (bank, insurance co, cell phone co, etc.) that need to be informed of my address change.
6) Call new phone/cable/electric companies to switch them over to our name and make sure they'll be turned on when we arrive.
7) Call current cable/electric companies to switch them back over to the person we've been subletting from.
I'm sure there's more. I don't want to think about it anymore.
There's not really any other news. I guess as a result of all this stress and other insecurities I have apparently been subverting for a long time, I did have a little freak-out session on Kevin last night. It was all news to me too! I was speaking, and it was like I was hearing my own big fears for the first time, too. It's so weird how the human mind works like that. I can hide such enormous things even from myself. I think things between us will be fine, and I'm really glad I was able to be honest with him (and with myself!) about some big issues. He is such a good listener. Why am I so lucky?
I went to the doctor this morning. I had to get a tetanus shot in order to fill out the immunization forms for school. YUCK! The shot didn't hurt, but 5 minutes later my arm felt like it weighed 50 pounds. Very weird, and very sore. I took a bunch of ibuprofen, and that seems to have kicked in. The doctor mentioned icing it, too, but as I do all computer work, I don't think that would be possible, unless I found some way to tie an ice-pack around my arm. Hmmmm. She did insist that I get a band-aid (though I wasn't bleeding) so that I can "get the sympathy [I] deserve after a shot." I thought that was pretty great! :) Now if only I had Elmo or Winnie the Pooh or something on the band-aid.
The other good news from the doctor is that my thyroid hormone levels are exactly where they should be. So I guess this dosage of the synthroid is right on. I figured that would be the case, since I feel great -- not sluggish and not overly jittery. So I was glad to hear that I am indeed reading my own body's signals correctly.
It's time to get back to work, I guess. Thus ends one of the more hum-drum entries I've ever written. Blargh.
I'M SO NERVOUS!
Things that must get done:
1) A budget for next year's modest living must be created, so that I can figure out how much of the federal student loans I'm being offered I really need to take. I'm hoping I don't need to take *all* of the unsubsidized loans, but we'll see. I need Kevin's help on this one. We'll be living together and paying bills together, and I need his input. He is even more stressed out about moving than me, however, so he says "Yeah yeah, of course I'll help" but then he never seems to get around to having the time to do it. It's all about avoidance with him. Which I completely understand, but it definitely doesn't make me feel any better.
2) Packing packing packing packing.
3) Sign our lease and mail it in. Mail in August (!!!) rent for our new place in Minneapolis. They don't seem to care that we waited until we got the lease in the mail before we're paying rent, but now that we've got the lease, we must pay them. Don't want to start off on the wrong foot.
4) Make an eye appointment because I think I need a new prescription, and that way I can get new glasses/contacts while I'm still employed here and have excellent vision coverage.
5) Get change-of-address forms. Make list of all the places (bank, insurance co, cell phone co, etc.) that need to be informed of my address change.
6) Call new phone/cable/electric companies to switch them over to our name and make sure they'll be turned on when we arrive.
7) Call current cable/electric companies to switch them back over to the person we've been subletting from.
I'm sure there's more. I don't want to think about it anymore.
There's not really any other news. I guess as a result of all this stress and other insecurities I have apparently been subverting for a long time, I did have a little freak-out session on Kevin last night. It was all news to me too! I was speaking, and it was like I was hearing my own big fears for the first time, too. It's so weird how the human mind works like that. I can hide such enormous things even from myself. I think things between us will be fine, and I'm really glad I was able to be honest with him (and with myself!) about some big issues. He is such a good listener. Why am I so lucky?
I went to the doctor this morning. I had to get a tetanus shot in order to fill out the immunization forms for school. YUCK! The shot didn't hurt, but 5 minutes later my arm felt like it weighed 50 pounds. Very weird, and very sore. I took a bunch of ibuprofen, and that seems to have kicked in. The doctor mentioned icing it, too, but as I do all computer work, I don't think that would be possible, unless I found some way to tie an ice-pack around my arm. Hmmmm. She did insist that I get a band-aid (though I wasn't bleeding) so that I can "get the sympathy [I] deserve after a shot." I thought that was pretty great! :) Now if only I had Elmo or Winnie the Pooh or something on the band-aid.
The other good news from the doctor is that my thyroid hormone levels are exactly where they should be. So I guess this dosage of the synthroid is right on. I figured that would be the case, since I feel great -- not sluggish and not overly jittery. So I was glad to hear that I am indeed reading my own body's signals correctly.
It's time to get back to work, I guess. Thus ends one of the more hum-drum entries I've ever written. Blargh.