My brain is throbbing away right now, and if I could pass out at my desk and get away with it, I would. I’m exhausted, every bone in my body aches, my eyes are killing me, and my left arm hurts like hell where they drew blood from.
I’m still trying to wrap my brain around what’s medically going on. I really don’t feel like talking about it…it’s a little overwhelming right now, and it’s certainly not a diagnosis that I was expecting.
Granted, it’s also still a PRELIMINARY diagnosis, but if it’s in fact what I have, well…
No, I’m not dying. I’ll talk more about it later. Like I said, I’m still trying to wrap my own head around this…
Thank GAWD it’s a three day weekend. Today has been slammed-busy, and I’ve been hopping ever since I walked into the office. The amount of jobs that came in while I had the day off yesterday is staggering. I have so much to do…I LOVE IT!
Hubby, on the other hand, is so overwhelmed at work…they just lost two more people, so they’re being forced for MORE overtime. Hubby’s pissed…we had plans to go to my parents’ house this weekend. Then he had to pick up a half-shift on Saturday, so they wouldn’t force him for the rest of the weekend. That flew out the window last night, and now he’s got to pull a full shift tomorrow, AND they might force him to come in on Sunday.
ON MY GODDAMN BIRTHDAY.
He said he would call out, to hell with the fact that he then wouldn’t get paid for Monday’s holiday. I swallowed my annoyance and told him not to worry about it…if they forced him, I’d head to Delaware tomorrow and come home early Monday.
He’s not happy, I’m not happy, we’re all one big unhappy family.
This is one of the 1,234,456,675,956 reasons I’m now on Zoloft…