bitterdiva

Woke up this morning, I got myself a gun…

So it’s now day four of the hormonally induced depression and general craziness. It’s also my parents, 33rd Anniversary. It’s Friday so why aren’t I excited? Oh I don’t know, it’s not looking to be a nice day.

Despite the fact that ever since I voted the kittens off of my island or out of it rather, I have been sleepless in the Captial Region. My cat and his constant desire to be by my side and talking to me as I try to sleep, cramps, and nightmares. In order to ease the pain of my severe abdominal discomfort, I had taken over the course of a day, roughly 16 hours, 2800mg of ibuprofen. Anyone knowing me knows my friend of 10 years, gastritis; and that it was the most horrible idea I’ve ever had. Beating out the time I stood up in a rowboat and swamping it. I was plagued with the inability to down any solid food including the ever so bland, chicken soup. Pepto became my friend and the toilet my salvation. The only thing better than both would be curling up in my bed waiting for death to abolish all the pain.

Yesterday was the second to last lab and Tuesday was my last organic chemistry lecture. Despite all the stress, all the negativity, I really am going to miss that class and more importantly my professor. For the first time in my life I actually felt like I belonged somewhere and apart of a community. My professor had faith in me as a student and he treated me as a person, not a walking bag of water that’s giving him money so he has to teach me something. The man is a genius, I’m always amazed by his grasp of not only organic chemistry, but of English grammar and his vast vocabulary, which makes my head spin. My intelligence actually increased in that class and not decreased, which is rare given the fact it’s one of the hardest sciences around.

It’s Friday, woo! I already know it’s not going to be a fun weekend. I’m still in pain and the secretary is out due to car problems. The server shat the bed and I lost files for the second job that I was given here. Luckily the woman I am taking over for still has all the files on her local computer and all is not lost. I’m still confused over everything though and the stress isn’t helping my stomach. I wonder if I can pawn off some of the work that I was given due to the fact that I have a condition and if I become overwhelmed my stomach riots quietly beneath the skin.

However, ulcers, gastritis, and stomach conditions are a good method of weight loss. You become ill if you eat, so you don’t want to eat, you become anorexic and lose several pounds. Just remember to eat a cracker now and then and lots of water or else by not eating you aggravate your condition which leads to chest pains, anxiety you’re having a heart attack, and more pain. As long as I’m not seeing blood in any bodily fluid/waste, I’m doing pretty fine.

So I have two departments I am answering the phones for, and I haven’t a clue what I’m doing in one of them. I really would like to thank the individual responsible for turning my job life upside down and giving me the great big ole hoopajube up my butt.

09:42 AM

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Posted by: Andy at May 4, 2002 08:10 PM

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