Rant. My doctor is a gigantic waste of my time and your taxpayer dollars. Imitrex is a horrible useless drug and doesn't touch this stupid headache that according to my doctor should respond if it is in fact a migraine, and apparently it isn't so... I'm going to see a neurologist after getting a CT. I just want to recover. And lift weights. And squat more than double my bodyweight (which would be 320 lbs) and deadlift the same. And hit a bodyweight press.
RANT: Last night I told the boyfriend "Y'know, I accept that in my job I might have to shoot someone if they go batshit and try to kill me. I could probably get over it quickly since it's a situation of survival. But, I also realize I might have to shoot a dog if they try to attack me and that's going to fuck me up way more than shooting a human." Oh, foreshadowing. Today I'm in a ghetto trailer park with my coworker checking on one of my probies. As we walk up to his trailer, two ankle-biting dogs start yipping and kind of lunge toward us. We shoo them away and make our way up to the door. As we do, this huge pit bull comes out of nowhere and fucking charges at us. This is not a happy "Heyyyyy, people!" run, it's more of a "I AM GOING TO BITE YOUR FACE OFF" run. I don't know why, but my first instinct was to go for my gun. I pull it out and scream "BACK!" My coworker, thank Christ, pulled out his OC spray, sprayed the dog and the dog took off in the other direction. Bloody fucking hell. Afterward, when I got to thinking, I wasn't as traumatized as I thought, but it was still greatly upsetting. Who the shit lets their dogs wander around like that? Oh, that's right, it's a trailer park, shit like that is to be expected. Fuck.
Rant: So I got fired today, for having too many driving violations on the base I work on. Nevermind that I am by far their best tech. Rant: The job that I'm trying to get, my dream job, basically, I should have had it already. But the hiring manager's brother got in an accident, he's on life support. And it's ruining my fucking life. Rave :I'm still 90% likely to get the job, it's just seriously ruining my shit right now.
Rave: It's Friday, the sun is shining, I'm done with class and done with work for the moment. I'm gonna go read for a while and then get high and play video games. Life is pretty good.
Rant: Our Barbary lion at the shelter has stomach cancer. They're going to look at giving him chemo, since removing part of his stomach and administering a feeding tube is out for an adult male lion. I hope it goes into remission, he's a very chill, inoffensive lion, and no animal deserves to suffer.
Rave: The Fiancee started her new job today. She is now a Marketing Coordinator for the largest law firm in Oklahoma, which is a huge step up from Retail. I am very excited for her, it'll be nice now that she doesn't have to work nights, weekends, and most most importantly holidays. ...also, she apparently manages the firms suite for OKC Thunder games, basically deciding who gets access to it for which games. I figure this means that we'll get to sit in the suite for at least one game. Rave: 43 days to go until our wedding. For one, that means that all the planning the related stress will be done, but also we are going to have a fucking great time. We've got an awesome local restaurant for the reception, live band, and her dad has insisted on having a full open bar (including my current favorite beer) which he plans on spending at least $4k on. Now all I've got to worry about is not getting too drunk at my own reception.
Rant: So I went to a cooking class today at an Indian Restaurant under the impression that it was free. The last one had been free, none of the promotional material they had for this one mentioned any fee. I eat at the restaurant more than occasionally and they never mentioned it costing anything when Ive talked about it with them. As I was leaving today the owners wife stopped me and said I was the only one she needed payment from. 55 bucks....! Just shitty to kind of be out of the blue as it was. I think I feel more jipped because the owner/chef only really cooked one new dish over what he did last time. Mostly the same exact class without much new details. They are super nice people I didn't want to throw a fit but they should have mentioned the price sometime before hand.
Rant: It's hard to pick a high point of the last few days: the day I gave myself whiplash, the day I herniated a disc doing manipulations for 2 hrs on guys twice my size, or the day I got food poisoning from shitty bar food. Seriously, fuck the last 5 days in the eye with a rusty spear.
Rant: Tomorrow is my first day teaching, and I am walking into a proverbial bear trap. The kids have literally been doing nothing but watching movies all semester, with 'worksheets' to fill out with them. Of course, the teacher I am replacing didn't grade any of them, so the students have virtually no grades for the semester. They haven't done shit for work, and some of them will be annoyed that I am actually, you know, teaching. Rave: Most of my classes are required for seniors to graduate, and this is the last semester of their senior year, so they'll do what I ask of them or spend an extra semester in high school. Rant: One class will be a nightmare. Not looking forward to it even a little. Ravnt?: My first three days this week they're doing midterms. I am supposed to let them work on them in class, and take them home. On the one hand, this means I don't have to plan a thing for three days. On the other, most kids are going to finish their exams on day one and spend two days staring at the wall being annoyed/bored, which is the worst possible thing for students to be. And what am I supposed to do? Sit and yell at them for acting out because they're bored because the last teacher fucked up so bad that it put me in this position? All I can do is basically instruct them to use it as a study hall, with real class starting Thursday (see: the last day before spring break...). Ugh.
Rave: Today's been incredibly productive. It started with sex, awesome breakfast, then turned into me mowing the lawn, weed eating, hanging curtains, etc. I'm tired, sore and riding an endorphin high. I'm tempted to sit on my patio with a beer. Just might.
It's been a long day, driving to client appointments on too little sleep. But... Rave: in that yesterday was the opening one day event for my new game and all the feedback so far has been really positive.
RAVE: Half way through my sound engineering program! I may be five (ok six (ok seven)) years older than most people in my class, but I'm sound engineering circles around those idiots. RAVE: Just started re-reading a book I read about a year ago. Sweet Jesus it was good, and getting back into it is giving me goose bumps. I've read a bunch of good books, but if you're look for something awesome to read, seriously, seriously... The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. It's a fantasy book, but not stupid over the top fantasy. The magic in it is almost scientific, and it's just... it's just so good. Go read it.
Rant/Rave: So, two months after figuring out what was wrong with me, I was already tired of going to the doctor's office, so instead of having to go in every month for the rest of my life, I asked them if I could start doing my shots at home. I figured if people with 'beetus could do it, so could I. They said that would be fine, but the idea of it really scared me so I asked my friend who's an ED Tech to video chat with me while I was doing it for the first time to guide me through it and be my spirit animal. He offered to show me on himself first, and I thought that would be a good idea. So, he sticks it in his arm but when he takes it out he starts bleeding profusely, so much so that I accused him of putting, like, water with food dye in the syringe and squirting it onto his arm because he had been kind of hiding it, but he said it was blood and he was acting like something went really wrong, and I started getting really freaked out and upset because a) I hate blood and b) this wasn't helping my nerves with giving myself a shot for the first time in a few moments. He finally gets me to look up after hiding with my head in my lap for a few minutes and shows me that he had put a tourniquet on his upper arm before the call to make him bleed that much and it was just a joke. And I had all of the feelings because, on the one hand, despite being shook up I could admit that was funny and it kind of helped to bring some levity to the situation, but on the other hand I had been really upset about it and I kind of just needed him to be there to help and be some support so I wasn't just sitting alone dealing with this and it bothered me. But my immediate reaction was to just get more freaked out, and my hands were shaking which probably wasn't the best, and I thought I had been all ready but it took me, like, five minutes of panicking before finally jabbing it in. And it didn't hurt at all. At first I thought the syringe was broken and the needle was just getting shoved back in, like with a fake knife or something. But, no, I did it and it wasn't bad at all, and that's a fucking relief. A three month's supply cost half as much as getting it done at the doctor's one time, and it is like a tenth of the pain in the ass as dealing with going to the office. So...I just have to be sure to remember that in the coming months instead of the rivers of blood I saw.
Rave: Moved a couple good friends into their first house on Saturday. Glad they're finally settled and have their own place. They definitely deserve it, as they've been through a lot over the past year. Rant: Still sore from moving a lot of stuff. Rave: Got to play with a couple awesome Boston Terriers while I was there. Fingers Crossed: After another phone call, things are still moving in a very positive direction. It seems like this is mine to fuck up--and I won't let that happen. My mind was racing so much that I had to take NyQuil at 11:45 to go to sleep last night. Rant: T-t-t-t-t-t-t-tooooo m-m-m-m-much c-c-c-coffeeee
Rant: I have had 6, count 'em 6 MRI's in the last 3 weeks. 1 on each knee and 2 on each shoulder. While waiting for the results for my final one on my right shoulder, the Ortho doc told me my labrum in my left shoulder was "shredded" and going to require surgery. My left shoulder in my "good" one. I can only imagine what they're gonna say about my right one. They estimate 6 to 9 month start to finish process of recovery, that's per shoulder should the right one require surgery. This does not bode well for my military career. I am already on a "dead man" profile, meaning I can't PT, I can't do anything other than sit there feel my ass expand. This bites ass. To top it all off, the CA Army Guard's new favorite past time is messing with Soldier's who're hurt. Oh joy. Stay tuned for the continuing saga of the broke dick NCO..... Rave: I acquired a low end smoker for free this weekend. Just needs to be cleaned up, and I need to install a thermometer, and away we go!! Can't wait.
Rant: Want to ruin your day? Go look up what "Bug Chasing" is slang for. Some people are seriously fucked up.
Rant: Yup, it's pretty fucked up. But it's fucked up to the degree that my sanity questions whether or not it actually exists or if it's just another made-up internet hoax.
Rant: This has been a thing for almost as long as we've known about HIV, and I've heard of this before.