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- Sept. 21, 2016, 9:13 p.m.
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Well, the email I sent to the dog sitting scam never got answered. I thought as much.
However, the pharm really wants me bad, so I’m going to stop by and make them look for the applications so I can fill one out, AND Victorian Place offered me a PRN position for someone’s maternity leave. Unfortunately there is no way I can pull 4.5 12 hour shifts in a row. I am tempted, though. I just don’t want to let them down when I can’t do what they need me to do. ::sigh:: I’m damn good at that job. ::sigh::
I think it’s funny that these places want me to come back. I guess I’m good for something. Too bad they didn’t fight hard to keep me in these positions when I left them. I would have loved to stay on at Victorian. Except during the selling of the company. That was utter chaos. Glad I missed out on that.
When I work, I work fucking hard. I love to work, actually. Keeps the anxiety and all that shit at bay. Like today. I scrubbed every cabinet in the kitchen, plus all the other normal stuff. Tomorrow I’m playing chauffeur. Not too keen on driving the behemoth of a van. I’m going to see if she can get in and out of the blazer. I’m comfortable driving it. Kinda. It’s a little loose on the steering.
Anyhoo…
I need to work on gathering everything up for filing for disability. The problem there is that the majority of my records are at the place where the doctor won’t see me due to my “extensive medical history” but I still need to call them about it. And, the office that I go to now has a new doctor.. at least I think they do. So again, a doctor with no history of seeing me. grrrr I’m already frustrated. Pdoc has no problem signing off on it. Actually, she thinks it’s a really good idea, and should have done it a long time ago. But I’m stubborn as fuck. I feel like I can still work, but I really can’t. ::sigh:: I hate hate hate the stigma attached to it, especially because the whole “but you don’t look sick” bullshit. Yeah, I clean up well, but no one sees the days where I have to fight so fucking hard to get out of bed, the pills that I have to pop to get through the day, the days that I can’t even wear fucking clothes because they hurt so bad. lol I guess I could go into court naked and say “oh sorry. It hurts to wear clothes today.”
Might get me locked up though.
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