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I was supposed to accompany a friend to Seattle for a doctor's appointment this morning, but when 7:00 A.M. rolled around I was unsure of being left to my own devices in the International District for a couple hours.
Yesterday the same friend and I went to Ellensburg to pick up my mother, so she wouldn't have to take the short bus home from jail (the two days of jail time was retro-active punishment for a DUI she got last year). After tracking her down we had half an hour to kill before El Caporal would be open for lunch, so we decided to walk over to Better Life Natural Foods about two blocks away. By the time we reached the store five minutes later, my left leg was dragging from the effort and my right shoulder was aching from having to hold my arm rigid and support my weight with my cane. When I had to walk home from work last night my pace was so slow and uneven the last three blocks that I wasn't sure I'd be able to make it without stopping.
The frustrating thing about all of this is that I'm opting to not do things I really want to do, simply because I am afraid I won't have the energy and will have to spend most of my time recovering and dreading feeling this way for the rest of the day instead of enjoying myself. This morning I decided to not go because I didn't want to sit on a bench in Seattle waiting to feel better, when I could sit at home in a comfortable chair and never even have to change out of my pajamas. Multiple sclerosis has apparently crippled me in more way than one.
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My direct deposit should have gone through last week or the week before, so this week when I found out that I would still have a paper check to pick up, I was annoyed.
I called work and they said to call Employee Services. Employee Services said they never got any direct deposit paperwork for me. So, two or three more weeks. Grr.
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Kevin is currently seeking new web-hosting services, and while he gets everything straightened out I will be without a banner image.
Anyone that reads/links to his blog, he's currently running off of http://atomicholocaust.blogspot.com, so please update your info!
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Just so you all know, Tim's Cascade Style wasabi-flavored potato chips rock my socks.
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My MS flared up again the other day. Kevin thinks that it came out of nowhere, but for months my memory has been shot and I've been getting fatigued really easily.
Last time it effected a little of everything, with tingling and numbness being the predominant problems, but this time it's mostly effecting the left side of my body. My left arm and leg are weak and not responding well to the things my brain tells them to do. So I'm walking with a cane and of course, everyone at work wants to know why. I've been telling them that it's old age.
Nobody accepts my answer as a valid reason, and very few people actually take it as a cue to mind their own business. I told one of the courtesy clerks that I got a cane so I could whack him with it when he was getting on my nerves, and everyone thought this was a genius idea. Another courtesy clerk figured me out, and approached me asking, "What, do you have MS or something?" He's older and apparently his wife has MS.
It's not that I don't want people to know I have MS, I just don't want to tell each of them individually, and I sure don't want to do it in passing. Enough people know that eventually they'll all either hear it through the grapevine or get used to seeing me as a gimp.
Anyway, I'm rambling. My brain is still scrambled, so I'm afraid that what I'm typing is really not making sense, so I'll go read "Wicked" (which I found at the library when I called in sick on Saturday) and go to bed.
Night all!
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I went shopping with Jessica on Tuesday and have decided that I hate bookstores. Is that all one word? Bookstores? Book stores? Whatever. I hate them.
I had put myself on a budget of $60 for the day. Borders was our second stop, and having already spent $20 on a sweatshirt for work at Old Navy, and with Macy's and The Avenue still to look forward to, I could not make a decision.
When I lived in Seattle there was a used bookstore just a few blocks away that was open all night on Friday and Saturday. I could stop in there and pick up five, six, ten books and not break the bank. And I never had to settle on just one.
The dilemma while at Borders was that I had no one book in particular that I wished to buy, so I was forced to browse. At first I was attracted to the "Buy 2, get the 3rd free!" paperback table. Nothing there really grabbed my attention, and each of the books was at least $13 meaning that I would have to invest $25 or $30 into two books I wasn't thrilled about to recieve a third for free. After choosing and rejecting and re-choosing three books several times, I put them all back and started looking around for something I really wanted. I discovered that they had a little rack dedicated to Gregory Maguire and was presented with yet another dilemma.
After reading Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister several years ago, I had been meaning to also read Wicked and Mirror Mirror. Borders had all three for sale and I quickly grabbed the two I hadn't read. They were $15 each, so I determined that I would have to choose just one. But how to choose?! And why should I choose one of these books, and not American Gods which I had passed while trying to find Jessica to demand that she help me make a decision, and which had been highly recommended by an old friend whose taste in books is very similar to mine?
I ended up putting them all back and telling Jessica to get me the hell out of there. And I ended up spending the rest of my daily budget at Macy's and The Avenue. Go figure.
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After ranting (on here. not to my mom or my sister) about how much I didn't want my mom to take in my sister's cat, and now my sister has to get rid of him. My mom's conditions for taking him were that my sister have him fixed and make sure he's in good health, and my sister can't afford the trip to the vet. Now I feel like a terrible person.
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"Thanks for helping me with that," I said to the gentleman on pump 4. I put the very heavy garbage bag aside and he set the trash can back upright, his eyes straying toward the bag.
"Someone threw away some CDs," he said.
I was concentrating on putting a new bag in the can without it being blown away by the infamous Kittitas Valley wind and made some kind of half interested remark.
He kept staring.
"Looks like one of them is a little X-rated."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, my interest piqued.
Having successfully replaced the liner, I put the lid back on the can and walked around to where I had put the full bag of trash.
Sure enough, this is what I found, pressed up against the clear plastic:
And yes, I did fish it out of the trash. Just for you.
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Well, I won first place in a talent contest last night, and my prize was two crisp Benjamins. I'm sending it straight to savings for things that I need to take care of.
Also, I learned today that my mother is taking in my sister's cat, since she's moving and won't be allowed pets at her new place. This really kind of pisses me off, since my cat is pretty much guaranteed to not get along with him, and I'll end up having to feed two cats instead of one and scoop the litter of two cats instead of one. My sister has told me before that her cat is a pig and will pretty much eat everything in sight, so even if I keep Vicious's food separate from his, I don't know where I would put it that he wouldn't be able to find it and eat it before she gets to it. The only option would be to lock Vicious (and her food) in my bedroom all the time, or just lock her food in here and not let her eat unless I'm home and can monitor it. That seems a little ridiculous.
I am of the belief that if you have a pet, you have that pet for life. When you move, you find somewhere that will allow it. That's part of the reason I ended up back here at mom's house to begin with. If I'd been willing to get rid of Vicious, I probably could have stayed with someone until I got back on my feet in Seattle.
Maybe I just need to stop whining.
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My direct deposit at work should go through either today or next Thursday, and I've been using just cash for such a long time that it's going to be hard to get used to using plastic most of the time.
Since there are no branches of my credit union nearby, I have to take cash out of a non-network ATM, or just ask for cash back at the grocery store, or just use my debit card for everything.
Right now I'm keeping $40 or $50 from my paycheck and sending the rest to the bank. Once my money gets to the bank, every time I make a purchase I look in my register to check my balance and decide whether to use the cash in my wallet, or to use the money in my bank account. Most of the time I will wait until my cash is all spent before I start using my debit card, because I keep the cash as spending money and use the money in the bank to pay my bills, etc.
I am doing a pretty good job so far of managing my money. I have decided to not use my credit card for just making purchases, but rather to pay bills I would pay anyway. If I keep using it to buy things I just don't have the money for, it's going to stack up pretty quickly, and adding just that one extra bill every month makes me feel broke all the time.
On a semi-related note, I think that chances are pretty good I will be transferred into the store to work as a checker. The new manager put up a job posting a few weeks ago, and since I applied he's been dropping hints that they'll need to hire someone new for the fuel station. Now that the holiday weekend is over, they should be setting up interviews soon. Cross your fingers!
I have the day off today and have several things I need to do, but I'm just feeling too damned lazy to get up and do them. This is what happens when they give me split days off. I usually use day off #1 to rest, and day off #2 to be productive, but since both of my days off feel like day off #1, I don't get much done.
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Scott passed away yesterday morning. He's been struggling for quite awhile, and to sound cliche, it's probably best that his suffering has ended. I didn't know him well, but his death is upsetting to me because he was such a great, optimistic, funny, caring guy, and it just doesn't seem fair.
I wish all the best to his family, and to those that were close to him. I can't even comprehend how profound the loss must be to them.
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