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hummingwolf) wrote2002-12-06 05:48 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2002-12-06 05:48 pm
The Update
From the Free Will Astrology site so many seem to love so much:
Had to laugh when I read that one. For me these days, the first option is (aside from the caviar) filled with familiar fillers, while the sirloin steak sounds delightfully exotic. What does this say about me?
In other news:
Not wanting to get into specifics here, but on Monday I discovered my privacy with regard to all my applications for state benefits was violated. While the people who I know learned information (which they had neither the need nor the right to know) seem to be trying to help me, I don't know who else learned things they shouldn't have. While I understand that we're all losing all our privacies these days, I'm more than a little ticked off that these people found out this information so easily--one total stranger doing so apparently without even trying.
Oh, that was fun to deal with after my day getting lost and dealing with a clueless doctor, you bet. So was the conversation with my landlord involving the word and the concept of "eviction." No, he's not kicking me out just yet, but the thought is there. Yeah, sure, it's good, I needed that added bit of stress in my life.
Anyway. Tuesday, was very tired. Not entirely incapacitated, but my body informed me in no uncertain terms that all the time I'd gone without the supplements and medications I've been taking these past few years had left me with virtually no energy reserves. Good thing I'd canceled that appointment I was supposed to go to. Somehow I managed to drag myself to the social services office and ask for my caseworker, who (no surprise) wasn't there. The folks at the desk told me to try calling her tomorrow (Wednesday), and if I couldn't get through to her I should come to the office and ask to speak to a customer service representative. Then managed to get to the grocery store and (finally!) use the money my sis-in-law sent to buy Ritalin and supplements. (Didn't get the right amount of Ritalin, and then couldn't get the rest because it's considered a controlled substance and the pharmacy is apparently required to consider me a hopped-up junkie if I try to correct the mistake. But at least I got some Ritalin.)
Wednesday: Wiped out. Not moving. Not doing anything useful. Not standing upright. Those of you with chronic fatigue syndrome will know the kind of thing I'm talking about; the rest of you can try to remember the last time you had a bad flu with a high fever that wouldn't let you sleep and left you feeling like you'd been repeatedly run over by a truck. If the house had been on fire, I'd have burned.
Thursday: It snowed! It snowed! Yippee! It snowed!
Had a nice phone conversation with an old friend, then decided it was time to do something potentially useful. So, after stuffing my holey-soled boots with plastic bags to keep my feet sorta dry, I waded through the snow to social services yesterday and asked to speak to my caseworker and/or a customer service representative. Naturally, with a liberal leave policy in effect, the people I should've seen weren't there. Anyway, the computer said I hadn't turned in all the forms I was supposed to turn in. In fact I'd turned in some of them on one day and gotten a receipt for them, turned in the rest another day and gotten another receipt. Then when I'd gotten a letter a while back telling me I still needed to turn in the forms, I took the receipts (which they copied) and got a receipt for the receipts. So yesterday I took in three receipts, but it turned out that two of the receipts I'd grabbed were from a time I'd applied in 2001 and thus weren't helpful in dealing with the problems this time. So one of the women at the desk (feeling either incredibly helpful or incredibly bored) searched through their files for copies of the first two receipts, which she copied along with the receipt for the receipts. Then, of course, she gave me a fourth receipt for the first three receipts. If I could pay my bills with social services receipts, I'd have it made.
Anyway, the helpful woman wrote out a request for my caseworker to contact me within 24 hours, but also told me that if schools were closed then my caseworker probably wouldn't show up since she has a minor child. School officials decided last night that schools would be closed today, so I haven't heard anything at all from the caseworker.
After managing not to pass out in the social services office (it was a close call, but I'm stubborn and refuse to pass out if my systolic blood pressure is above 40 (normal human systolic b.p. is 120; below about 60 is considered too low to support life; I'm very stubborn)), I went to the nearby tienda latina and bought some Mexican chocolate and the makings for burritos. Walked home in the snow. The snow was very pretty. My feet were kinda cold. Went to sleep a little after 9 p.m.
Today was spent at home wondering if the caseworker would bother to show up at work or not and otherwise glad of the lack of any appointments which would require this overtaxed body to do anything more tiring than digesting burritos and hot chocolate. Been taking large doses of supplements and small doses of Ritalin, so hopefully I'll be coming back to life any day now.
By the way, Safeway's Lucerne limited edition pumpkin pie-flavored lowfat yogurt isn't bad. The eggnog-flavored yogurt is.
If I were going to treat you to dinner this week, which of the following two meals would you prefer? 1. A dab of Ostera caviar, a smidgen of carrot flan, a toasted fennel cracker, a dollop of wild rice, a half cup of cannellini bean soup, a few shiitake mushrooms, and a small plate of endive and candied walnut salad. 2. A man's size sirloin steak smothered in onions and mashed potatoes with gravy. As I'm sure you've guessed, Libra, this is a trick question. The correct answer -- if you'd like to be in maximum alignment with astrological energies, that is -- is the first option. The same goes for most other areas of your life. If given a choice, always opt for bite-sized portions of a variety of novel tastes instead of a large helping of familiar fillers
Had to laugh when I read that one. For me these days, the first option is (aside from the caviar) filled with familiar fillers, while the sirloin steak sounds delightfully exotic. What does this say about me?
In other news:
Not wanting to get into specifics here, but on Monday I discovered my privacy with regard to all my applications for state benefits was violated. While the people who I know learned information (which they had neither the need nor the right to know) seem to be trying to help me, I don't know who else learned things they shouldn't have. While I understand that we're all losing all our privacies these days, I'm more than a little ticked off that these people found out this information so easily--one total stranger doing so apparently without even trying.
Oh, that was fun to deal with after my day getting lost and dealing with a clueless doctor, you bet. So was the conversation with my landlord involving the word and the concept of "eviction." No, he's not kicking me out just yet, but the thought is there. Yeah, sure, it's good, I needed that added bit of stress in my life.
Anyway. Tuesday, was very tired. Not entirely incapacitated, but my body informed me in no uncertain terms that all the time I'd gone without the supplements and medications I've been taking these past few years had left me with virtually no energy reserves. Good thing I'd canceled that appointment I was supposed to go to. Somehow I managed to drag myself to the social services office and ask for my caseworker, who (no surprise) wasn't there. The folks at the desk told me to try calling her tomorrow (Wednesday), and if I couldn't get through to her I should come to the office and ask to speak to a customer service representative. Then managed to get to the grocery store and (finally!) use the money my sis-in-law sent to buy Ritalin and supplements. (Didn't get the right amount of Ritalin, and then couldn't get the rest because it's considered a controlled substance and the pharmacy is apparently required to consider me a hopped-up junkie if I try to correct the mistake. But at least I got some Ritalin.)
Wednesday: Wiped out. Not moving. Not doing anything useful. Not standing upright. Those of you with chronic fatigue syndrome will know the kind of thing I'm talking about; the rest of you can try to remember the last time you had a bad flu with a high fever that wouldn't let you sleep and left you feeling like you'd been repeatedly run over by a truck. If the house had been on fire, I'd have burned.
Thursday: It snowed! It snowed! Yippee! It snowed!
Had a nice phone conversation with an old friend, then decided it was time to do something potentially useful. So, after stuffing my holey-soled boots with plastic bags to keep my feet sorta dry, I waded through the snow to social services yesterday and asked to speak to my caseworker and/or a customer service representative. Naturally, with a liberal leave policy in effect, the people I should've seen weren't there. Anyway, the computer said I hadn't turned in all the forms I was supposed to turn in. In fact I'd turned in some of them on one day and gotten a receipt for them, turned in the rest another day and gotten another receipt. Then when I'd gotten a letter a while back telling me I still needed to turn in the forms, I took the receipts (which they copied) and got a receipt for the receipts. So yesterday I took in three receipts, but it turned out that two of the receipts I'd grabbed were from a time I'd applied in 2001 and thus weren't helpful in dealing with the problems this time. So one of the women at the desk (feeling either incredibly helpful or incredibly bored) searched through their files for copies of the first two receipts, which she copied along with the receipt for the receipts. Then, of course, she gave me a fourth receipt for the first three receipts. If I could pay my bills with social services receipts, I'd have it made.
Anyway, the helpful woman wrote out a request for my caseworker to contact me within 24 hours, but also told me that if schools were closed then my caseworker probably wouldn't show up since she has a minor child. School officials decided last night that schools would be closed today, so I haven't heard anything at all from the caseworker.
After managing not to pass out in the social services office (it was a close call, but I'm stubborn and refuse to pass out if my systolic blood pressure is above 40 (normal human systolic b.p. is 120; below about 60 is considered too low to support life; I'm very stubborn)), I went to the nearby tienda latina and bought some Mexican chocolate and the makings for burritos. Walked home in the snow. The snow was very pretty. My feet were kinda cold. Went to sleep a little after 9 p.m.
Today was spent at home wondering if the caseworker would bother to show up at work or not and otherwise glad of the lack of any appointments which would require this overtaxed body to do anything more tiring than digesting burritos and hot chocolate. Been taking large doses of supplements and small doses of Ritalin, so hopefully I'll be coming back to life any day now.
By the way, Safeway's Lucerne limited edition pumpkin pie-flavored lowfat yogurt isn't bad. The eggnog-flavored yogurt is.
leaving a comment . . .
seriously considered hitting the "Post Comment" button . . .
gee,i wish i could write a long string of words that made sense . . .
i know,me,me,me when it's supposed to be you,you,you . . .
not much of a comment,this . . .
but one, nevertheless . . .
::HUGS::
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i'm glad your s-i-l came through with some money. i sure hope the caseworker does get around to acting on your behalf. it's good to hear you're taking the med and getting supplements again; hope you feel better very soon.
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