I hate my life

[hummingwolf]

I had a job interview scheduled for this afternoon. Note the "had." Canceled thanks to the combination of medication side effects and endless coughing, which have kept me from getting a decent amount of sleep, which makes it near-impossible for me to hold a conversation without bursting into tears, which prompted the school's placement director to cancel the interview since she doesn't want anyone so clearly unprepared for rational behavior to be associated with the school in any employer's mind.

I am so sick of being sick you wouldn't believe it. I need a job soon but how can I get through an interview like this? I wish I could stop taking the antibiotic, but I still need it for the swelling on my leg; and even if I stopped that drug, I've still got the coughing that won't go away and won't let me sleep.

I am so tired.

Additionally, I accidentally spoiled a friend for a Buffy episode she hadn't seen yet. I was absolutely certain she saw every episode the night it aired--it was the other person I mailed who I worried hadn't seen it, since she's got law school classes. But no, it was the person I never expected to miss it who somehow missed it, and now I've spoiled it for her. I'd repent in dust and ashes except I can't walk far enough this morning to get a decent amount of ashes. So now after I've spent the entire season avoiding being spoiled for future episodes, I've gone and spoiled somebody else. I hate this.

I hate my life with a fiery passion. Could somebody please send me a new one now?

Comments

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

oh, I'm so sorry to read about all your sickness and your woes. Wish I could give you a big hug, though that wouldn't solve a single one of your problems. Listen, I've seen you mention this swelling on your leg before, but I can't remember if you've said what it is. (my memory leaketh, big-time.) Can the doctors explain it, or is it one of those medical mystery things? I hope it improves soon!

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

The swelling on my leg isn't terribly mysterious--just an infected spot that appeared a bit before Easter and is reluctant to go away. At least it stopped hurting a week or so after I started the antibiotics, so things could be worse.

I've whined enough for one morning. I need to start counting my blessings again.

Then I can go back to whining this afternoon. :-/