It's hot in here. Someone apparently opened up the thermostat, affixed a piece of double-sided tape right below where the temperature adjustment knob hits 70F, and then hooked it back up to the wall. Thus, it can't go below 70F in here, and with all the computers running in this room, 70F feels sweltering.
It's making my fibro or whatever it is (second opinion coming soon!) cry like the baby jeebus. There is not unextreme pain in every nerve from my shoulders down to my knees in both the front and back of my body. Owwww. And of course I forgot my woefully inadequate bottle of ibuprofen 800mg. I must've grabbed the wrong bottle on my way out the door, because instead of the ibuprofen I brought Seroquel, which is the exact opposite of what I need, to work with me tonight. I did bring some Xanax and I just took a couple, but every movement is still agony.
At least I was able to eat something before the Adderall kicked in earlier tonight: I got a veggie punk burrito from Juan's Flying Burrito on the way to work, and I hadn't had anything from Juan's since before Katrina. And I have another burrito from Juan's owed to me from George, the guy who works until my shift begins, because I'm copying Lost: Season 2 for him.
I'm amazed I'm coherent enough to even write this, because I forgot to take a Lexapro before work, so I've been all vertigo-ish all night. And there's not much going on here. With any luck, and a non-deathwish, I'll still have a job at the end of the week. I have to meet with the support department head tomorrow morning, following a 12-hour shift so as to accomodate when he comes in for work, not when I get off work (two hours before he arrives). I dare not contemplate what would happen if I lose my job, though whatever I won't contemplate might involve receiving unemployment cheques, receiving disability cheques, moving in with my parents, suicide, or some combination of those things. Death by a thousand paper cuts, maybe.
It's making my fibro or whatever it is (second opinion coming soon!) cry like the baby jeebus. There is not unextreme pain in every nerve from my shoulders down to my knees in both the front and back of my body. Owwww. And of course I forgot my woefully inadequate bottle of ibuprofen 800mg. I must've grabbed the wrong bottle on my way out the door, because instead of the ibuprofen I brought Seroquel, which is the exact opposite of what I need, to work with me tonight. I did bring some Xanax and I just took a couple, but every movement is still agony.
At least I was able to eat something before the Adderall kicked in earlier tonight: I got a veggie punk burrito from Juan's Flying Burrito on the way to work, and I hadn't had anything from Juan's since before Katrina. And I have another burrito from Juan's owed to me from George, the guy who works until my shift begins, because I'm copying Lost: Season 2 for him.
I'm amazed I'm coherent enough to even write this, because I forgot to take a Lexapro before work, so I've been all vertigo-ish all night. And there's not much going on here. With any luck, and a non-deathwish, I'll still have a job at the end of the week. I have to meet with the support department head tomorrow morning, following a 12-hour shift so as to accomodate when he comes in for work, not when I get off work (two hours before he arrives). I dare not contemplate what would happen if I lose my job, though whatever I won't contemplate might involve receiving unemployment cheques, receiving disability cheques, moving in with my parents, suicide, or some combination of those things. Death by a thousand paper cuts, maybe.
and good luck with everything, mostly your health