Updating on stuffs

On Saturday, I found out my friend was going to have surgery for a herniated disc in a few days, and she was having trouble with her doctors and workplace. The meds she had weren’t helping with the pain. We arranged for her housemate to come over and pick up some extra pain meds my man has leftover from his throat surgery last year.

I was thoroughly guilt-wracked by being home from work yesterday, and very impatient to be healed already. I kept pondering whether I should just go into work by Wednesday. Hell I’m *still* pondering that. I’m nervous as hell as to whether they’ll decide to let me go like the book scanning job wanted to do, because of missing too many days, even though I told the former job from time of interview that I have Endo issues. By the way, that same former job is now pulling the same shit with my above-mentioned friend because SHE has missed a lot of work recently due to major medical issues. Unlike me however, she went to the Labor Board. I hope she wins her case…even moreso because SHE is the one who raised their numbers by 200% or more in the time she’s been there (which is not even a year, yet). And they have the audacity to treat her like this. Grrrr!!!

Anyway, I knew this week would be challenging to my antsy, impatient, guilty mindset regarding work. I can’t stand the idea of being behind financially again. I don’t know what I’ll do if I become unemployed again. I’m living in fear again. I know all this. This week is my week to overcome these fears, or at least subdue them. Right now I’m subduing. I took a Xanax.

Catching up

I went in to work on Wednesday due to stubbornness and panic over needing money. I came home after an hour and a half, crying in pain. I rescheduled the interview before leaving and thankfully, they were understanding.

I went back to work on Thursday but only worked 6.5 hours before george forced me to go home in pain again.

And of course I went back on Friday. Friday was the worst day with sugar crashes and the heaviest bleeding of the cycle, and of course cramps and near passing out. But I held in there and worked the entire day. I had to. I need the money. I’ll be going out for surgery and won’t be paid for an entire week plus three days. There’s no one to pay my way but me, and I’ve calculated that I’ll owe up to $1200 once my share of the medical bills comes in for the surgery.

On Friday, my boss and the director of tech support called me in for private meeting - they like me so much that they gave me ADVICE on the interview process. Holy shit. You bet I paid attention.

The interview is now set for Tuesday. I have Monday off for pre-op appointments with my doctor and the anesthesiologist.
So I’ll interview Tuesday morning and work that whole day, and work Wednesday. Then I’m off for surgery on Thursday. The things I’m stressing over the most are the anesthetic, because I have a heart murmur, and getting sick before surgery, because I’m traveling and I also found out that my boyfriend’s sinus infection has returned (HE never got on antibiotics after giving me his infection last time, grrrr).

Regarding the traveling, despite my horrible day and the fact that I thought I’d die at several points from the pain or passing out, I still managed to go on auto-pilot due to trip anxiety, and when I got home I arranged for pizza delivery for me and my friend while we loaded up his rental car (I can eat pizza - I just scrape off the cheese and toppings and discard the glutenous pizza dough. ;)).

My friend arrived from Michigan early in the week, and we drove up to Lake Tahoe together in his rental car around 8pm yesterday. We didn’t get in til 11:30pm, and there was a small party to greet us. :)

So far we have 2 people who have flown in from Michigan, two people who have flown in from Seattle, and me and 2 other friends from the Bay Area (California) who drove up (in separate cars).

Tonight is the Big Party™. I’m sorta sad that I have to be the sober person this time, on account of surgery next week. But I’m excited to see the people who could make it for this, our last Cabal Ball with one of our Cabal’s founding fathers - Zerby. I gifted him with a book - Einstein’s Theory of Relativity, by Max Born. The pack I run with in this Cabal is full of certifiable geniuses. They’re the ones who taught me Linux, and how to code HTML by hand. Zerby immediately ran off to the bathroom in glee with the book, hehe!
It may be TMI but Zerby’s the man who taught me the fine art of relaxing on the pot with any book. Now I keep a STACK of books in the bathroom. :D

I even brought up my Mac Mini so I could participate in the usual LAN party aspect. We’re going to have a CD exchange of Stuff and Things™ from our computers.

Enjoy the weekend! I certainly will. This is the best thing right before surgery for me. I’m trying not to think about the fact that I won’t be able to come to Tahoe anymore specifically to see my friend, his wife and kids. They’re moving to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada next month - relocating for work.

Finally better

George left last night.

Today I got my energy back - I feel human again. This must look so contrived to people on the outside looking in. One day I’m fine, next day I’m bedridden. Next day after that, I’m drinking wine and having a great time. Day after that, I’m ashen again from pain and a day later, perfect again.

I don’t expect people to believe me when they can’t SEE the pain. An open wound or broken bone is one thing - it’s a visual and evokes empathy. George however, likes to make one look like a slacker or faker.

Anyway…yesterday was weigh day but it’s skewed cuz of george.

October 16 (starting weight): 154lbs (70kg)
October 23: 153lbs (69kg)
October 30: 152lbs (69kg)
November 6: No weigh-in due to george
November 13: Forgot to weigh in
November 20: 153lbs (69kg)
November 27: 152lbs (69kg)
December 4: 156lbs (71kg)

The only thing that depresses me now is the fact that I’m working so much and I’m STILL unable to pay much debt down. I owe my father and my boyfriend a lot of money. I’m going to start doing minimum balance on the credit cards to scrape up some money to pay dad and boy back.

And no, there’s still not enough money to even afford a cell phone, even though I’m a tech worker.
My man got a Mac Mini really cheap from work. All I have to do is show them the money and it’s mine. I want it NOW - the G3 I’m working on now is pathetically slow…well not as slow as the Windoze machine that preceeded it a couple of years ago I guess. But it’s still bad. I’m even out of disk space.

Anyway…money issues. Story of my life.