It was 2 weeks ago Saturday. I collapsed three times and the third time I fell wrong and broke the fibula at the shin bone and the tibia up high. When I went to the hospital they said I was having kidney failure. They think my kidneys weren't working and flushing my meds out of my system so with the build up it totally bottomed out my blood pressure and made me fall.
I spent about a week in the hospital and they were able to get my kidneys working right and my blood pressure back up. So they just said I had acute renal failure. They took me off one of my blood pressure meds that I guess has a side effect of causing kidney failure. *Fingers crossed*
What appears to be a gas explosion took out some buildings in a neighborhood close to mine. I've even eaten at their restaurants before. Sobering. I hope everyone is okay.
For My Broken Leg. One of Harold Pinter's less well-known plays. All of the actors were in a cast for the entire run. That's a limp joke.
Aw, Lewdog. That sucks! Hope your other issues are resolved and that the healing leg is the worst of it now. At least your cast will be off in time for summer.
Fuck trying to get business in real estate. I'm so over getting three steps ahead and then going five steps back. I'm paid on commission, so the 6 months I've spent having you in my pipeline and doing email campaigns and the two weeks I've spent emailing and talking with you back and forth multiple times a day only to have you go back to the agent you listed with for a week last year because they finally emailed you back one time and you feel obligated means I get NOTHING for that and I've just wasted my time and my excitement at getting a client, and just fuck it. /end rant.
I have GOT to get some source of income to replace my stupid retail job. Every evening I show up and think, "What the hell am I doing here? I'm an educated person with multiple degrees and I'm doing this? Is it time to go home yet? I am going to have a bloody nervous breakdown right in the middle of the bloody aisle!" And then I go home and I'm so relieved to be out of there that I anesthetize myself with rewriting my novel and playing on the Internets . . . (And in case anyone is wondering, I get customer commendations all the time on how helpful, knowledgeable, courteous, etc., etc., I am. If I couldn't make myself useful I really would go crazy. But why am I such a failure that I'm not being helpful, knowledgeable, courteous, etc., etc., in a job that actually uses my skills and has a rather higher rate of pay?)
I started reading There Are No Children Here. To make matters worse, I've also been researching the psychological effects of childhood trauma. That reading combination is dangerous.
I presented my research paper (or it's like a mini thesis, I can't think of the English equivalent for it now) to my professor and class, expecting scathing criticism laced with new information I could use to make my paper better... Turned out all they really had to say was I had twice mixed up relative pronouns (I even knew that rule, it was just sloppy writing, so it wasn't like I learned something new and dazzling about the Finnish grammar, which would've actually been nice). So I was like "what the shit?! I know this paper is awful and I know my academic Finnish sucks ass, so what gives?" (I've been writing most of my academic pieces for the English department and I almost wrote this paper in English as well, but then thought I shouldn't let my Finnish skills get all rusty). I expected them to eat my alive! I actually even wanted it 'cause that's how I seem to learn best. They did give me a few helpful suggestions, but I was still left disappointed. Of course it's possible it wasn't as shitty as I thought 'cause I did put some effort into writing it, but still... I'm also kind of worried I won't finish the paper on time 'cause school+work don't go well together.
That doesn't sound good, Lew. 8[ My copy of The Hobbit is falling apart. The front and back covers have come off completely. To be fair, this copy is an old copy, having been printed way back in 1974. Still, I'll not have this book go to shambles; I'll tape the covers to the spine if I have to.
Some people might think that their families or at least their spouse would show a little support when they find out that you are not eating meat ... It almost feels as if I am joining a terrorist group or something... I honestly feel much better not eating meat but that doesn't seem to matter.. although I have seen some of the horrible undercover videos of some slaughter houses.
I stopped eating meat for almost a month but resumed again because my husband was not supportive of me at all. I only buy pasture raised now- and I normally get it from a local farm, luckily there are a lot in SE Ohio. I finally got him to watch Food, Inc and he was like, eh.
Monsanto! Who's bright idea was it to let people put patents on life? It seriously churns my stomach just hearing that name...