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Running late today! It's payday for Dad, so I did a bit of shopping for food and food adjacent stuff for us and the animals, which took up a lot of my morning. To be fair, I don't have a whole lot to talk about today anyhow.
Yesterday, my usual stuff got side tracked helping the Operational Developer with a project. She's a sweetheart, so I don't mind doing stuff for her. I still got my main stuff done, I just didn't get a whole lot of extra stuff done. But I got the better part of a shiny powerpoint done. I still have more to go, but she's on vacation for the next week, so I have time to do the rest.
Dad was very fussy and uncomfortable, so by the end of the day, I was fried. Also, my back was in full pissed off mode.
Oh, and I had a virtual appointment with my primary care doctor, and she only sent in two of the three prescriptions. She sent the inhaler and the glucose strips, which is great, but I was kind of counting on that muscle relaxant, but no, that didn't get sent. I'm going to call today and see what the fuck. The glucose testing strips are held up by an "insurance issue," so I'm going to have to call Walgreens and possibly express scripts. They've been trying to get me to join a thing where my new testing unit will send them the results, too, and I've been ignoring them, but this may be the way they get you--by refusing to refill the strips for my old, non networked testing unit.
By the time we went down to relax for a little while, I was just...bleh. Sad and tired and hurting. I curled up under the weighted blankie and sulked for a bit, but with my back, I couldn't get comfy, so I was a particularly squirmy sulky person.
It just felt like things are never going to end. I'm never going to find a new job, I'm going to be stuck taking care of dad until my body breaks. I'm never going to be making enough money to not have to sit there and figure if it'll fit in the budget. It just kind of all crashed down at once, and I couldn't shake it, so I just kind of had to wallow for a little while.
Today, I feel a little better, though still kinda meh. Hopefully, Dad won't be quite so demanding. We shall see. For now, it's very much time to get my ass in gear. Everyone have a perfect Wednesday!
Yesterday, my usual stuff got side tracked helping the Operational Developer with a project. She's a sweetheart, so I don't mind doing stuff for her. I still got my main stuff done, I just didn't get a whole lot of extra stuff done. But I got the better part of a shiny powerpoint done. I still have more to go, but she's on vacation for the next week, so I have time to do the rest.
Dad was very fussy and uncomfortable, so by the end of the day, I was fried. Also, my back was in full pissed off mode.
Oh, and I had a virtual appointment with my primary care doctor, and she only sent in two of the three prescriptions. She sent the inhaler and the glucose strips, which is great, but I was kind of counting on that muscle relaxant, but no, that didn't get sent. I'm going to call today and see what the fuck. The glucose testing strips are held up by an "insurance issue," so I'm going to have to call Walgreens and possibly express scripts. They've been trying to get me to join a thing where my new testing unit will send them the results, too, and I've been ignoring them, but this may be the way they get you--by refusing to refill the strips for my old, non networked testing unit.
By the time we went down to relax for a little while, I was just...bleh. Sad and tired and hurting. I curled up under the weighted blankie and sulked for a bit, but with my back, I couldn't get comfy, so I was a particularly squirmy sulky person.
It just felt like things are never going to end. I'm never going to find a new job, I'm going to be stuck taking care of dad until my body breaks. I'm never going to be making enough money to not have to sit there and figure if it'll fit in the budget. It just kind of all crashed down at once, and I couldn't shake it, so I just kind of had to wallow for a little while.
Today, I feel a little better, though still kinda meh. Hopefully, Dad won't be quite so demanding. We shall see. For now, it's very much time to get my ass in gear. Everyone have a perfect Wednesday!
