The World Ender in Every day scata

More random stuff.

I’m not feeling too much better since the last entry. Body is breaking down at an alarming rate. I’m now losing an average of a pound a day. I’m not eating, I just don’t feel like it… and we won’t do the whole TMI thing. I did make an appointment with the PA at work to run some tests.. I at least want an LFT drawn. If that isn’t the cause, I’m afraid the big tests are needed. With my family history, it’s going to be either my liver or my colon. And it won’t be good, either way.

I’m literally talking to the damn ghost radar app on my phone at work, because I don’t talk to anyone all day long. If anyone comes downstairs they’ll think I’m crazy because I AM having full conversations with the “ghosts” down in the morgue. And now I keep seeing shadows out of the corner of my eye, so yes, I am going crazy down there. I’m not exactly an extrovert, or an introvert.. I straddle the fence pretty good. I need human interaction, yet I like my quiet time. I’ve been talking everyone’s ear off when I encounter them on my breaks. I don’t feel that this is fair to them, really.

And I need new music for my kindle. The morgue is a dead zone (no pun intended) when it comes to any kind of wifi or phone signal, so I’ve been listening to the same songs over and over on my kindle. I groan every time certain songs come on because it’s just the same shit I don’t like (well, not anymore).

I’m procrastinating on so many things. I need to work on the back bedroom, I have cards to write, I need to do other stuff… anything really, but all I can handle right now is sitting on my ass. My brain is racing and getting overwhelmed, but my body just can’t get up and fix things.

As much as I hated my job most nights, I miss my job. I miss feeling useful. I am not useful right now.

I need to write an email, too. That I really need to do right now.