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Ok, so I had 3 dollars in the kitty (sin jar/cussin’ can) by 9:00am.  I got to work late today so I was there at 8:58.  But fortunately, it ended up being an 8 dollar day.  Yesterday I had 12 in the kitty by noon.

Some habits are hard to break.

I am also feeling like I’m losing my identity as well because my personality is steeped in expletive misuse…it’s gonna be a long long month.

So today’s shocker was that some old time workers (8-10 years with the Agency) are being involuntarily transferred to Adult Protective Services.  It’s absolutely ridiculous.  They are scanning applications and then sending people over to fill vacancies and push people out.  This is making me nervous.  I have hospice and hospital experience …  let’s hope they don’t figure this out.  I’m more worried about getting my case files ready for transfer, putting in about 2 months of contact notes and filing a zillion pieces of paper.  I’m not even gonna get into missing all my clients, my co-workers and working with kids….

Fingers crossed - but at the same time - if it happens, it happens for a reason.  As long as I’m still employed, keep my benefits and salary - I’ll work in the file room if I have to…

Meanwhile, my cold is out of control.  My vision is blurry, my head having been replaced by a fish tank full of thick yellow phlegm. Meanwhile, my nasal passages have been morphing from a thin stream of warm water to breathing through my mouth like a doggone stalker.  I still didn’t manage to get everything done today so I need to call in the morning to see if the building is open on Saturday because I’d rather take tomorrow off (except for dinner with WC which I got forced into) then come in tomorrow.  GEEZ.  

No rest for the wicked. 

My neck is still stiff and sore - lower back aching.  Meanwhile, MD Chiclet (teeth giant white) exclaims,’ Well your mobility is 50% but your pain is better than last week so I think in another 2 weeks to a month - you’ll be back to normal again!!  What no nausea anymore?  I knew it - the pepcid worked!’  

Who am I to burst her bubble - I’m not nauseous anymore because I’m trying not to take any pain meds anymore.

What did I do to deserve to this young, chipped fingernail polish wearing, socks over knees with boots wearing giant chiclet grinning cheerleader who constantly minimizes my pain and reasons aloud?

Ok, so what didn’t I do to deserve this chick.

The eating is not good.  I did manage to drink a lot today for a change.  I’ve had enough sugary drinks to stock a mini fridge today.

I also think I got a call from the sleep NP - thought I heard her gurgling something about the sleep report being sent to me in a week.

Everyone mentioned that I shouldn’t be at work today because I was sneezing, drooling, dribbling and coughing my way through 1/2 of that court report - but guess what…. I was sick once this week and it cost me already.  

Maybe I’ll grab some zyrtec on the way to work tomorrow if it has to be tomorrow - maybe I’ve got allergies?  A bad dose.  But what’s up with that and the slightly rainy weather?

Geez.

I’ve go the immune system of a potato.

Shopaholic, me and a few of her friends went to see a free show at the Punchline tonight.  The headliner was a real kicker, Jim Jeffries.  He was pretty good, horribly irreverent but some of the stuff made me laugh. Horrible stuff.

Bed sounds good about now.

Real good.