Hell Weekend!
I've been off work for the past three days. Not 'cos I was due a holiday, nor that I particularly deserved one, but I had some more tests at the hospital and to say they've made me feel like crap would be a massive understatement. The only way to protect my job under the terms of my super strict new probation is to take holidays rather than sick days, so here I am "on holiday".The tests won't sound even remotely awful if I describe them, even the one that made me want to throw up! Just remember though, if anyone ever offers you a caloric balance test, just say "no". And be prepared to fight them if they become insistent...
I've been back on my meds for nearly three days now, but I'm still getting the old sickness/dizziness just from looking at stuff, and to be honest it's making me pretty mad that something that's supposed to help find out why I'm sick is just making me worse! Still, I've only got to get through two days at work now, then it's the weekend and valuable recovery time! I'm just peeved that I've been set back by a good couple of months.
Okay, enough whining.
Good things have happened too: Ronnie bought me Burning Crusade after the hospital trip because I looked so pathetic being dragged about everywhere (doctor said I wasn't allowed to go home and lie down like any normal person, that it'd help my brain to cope with these signals if I just get on with stuff! All it made me want to do was throw up! On the plus side, I didn't), and that is a really cool present (although the demon bloke on the intro has rather effectively disuaded me from even thinking about looking for the Dark Portal for some time...). And Ronnie finally handed in her notice at the Falcon! I'm glad that extra money was there while I was ill, don't know how we'd have made it without it, but now that I'm back at work it'll be nice to have weekends to ourselves and be able to have the occasional bit of fun!
Last week at work went well though, I think I'm getting the hang of the job. Oddly the first thing you really need to do is let go and stop caring, then it's much easier to just get through each call as they come. If you worry too much about callers when they get rude and abusive (and it's amazing how many of them will), then you really can't do the job at all. So just let it go... they're gonna be tossers, and I'm gonna deal with them being tossers and sleep well at night! Obviously the weekend wasn't massively fun as I had to be off the meds for these tests, so mainly I was just a little confused and lost, then Monday was hell... and it's getting better, but I'm disappointed to note that just doing this now, reading what I'm typing is being extremely hard work.
I hardly have any time to be idle in these days, do I? Even while I've been off work/on holiday (ha!) these past few days I've had jobs to do, house cleaning to get on with... speaking of which I'd better go finish cleaning the bathroom. Maybe then I can chill for a few minutes!
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Yarg, that doesn't sound like fun. I had my biopsy and that wasn't any fun, either, although the narcotic made it go much more smoothly than the first time we tried it. Hey, we should chat or something.
Eurovision movies are up, btw. Have you been checking? Just thought of it today.
I miss you ;_; If you come over I'll share Malteasers.
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