So although I'm writing this post at midnight on technically November 2nd To me it's still the first.
I hate to sound like a whiny little brat, but I need my car back. I need my freedom and my independence. I love my mom and my aunt and Joe and everyone who's broken their backs to give me rides, but I am about to reach that all too critical breaking point where I just start crying for no damn reason other that I miss the freedom to go wherever whenever.
I do have a small amount of good news though... After three long weeks I can finally say that my period has stopped. One, I know that was TMI. Two, I KNOW that three weeks is a bit long and I should probably have gone to the dr by now to make sure that I wasn't you know... dying. But uhm... There was work. And then there was work. And after that I had a bit of spare time to, uh, work. And the five minutes of my life that it seems like I have on my day off, I was too damn tired and my doc doesn't do walk ins which doesn't matter because I couldn't drive over there to be a walk in anyway.
But it's stopped so I can naturally assume that I'm not dying. I mean if I drop dead tomorrow I will hope it wasn't because I was leaking for two weeks longer than I should have but still.
And it's not just that the bitch was on for three weeks, she was here for her normal week, eased off to almost making me think she was gone for a couple days started creeping back for more days and then just decided to come full back for another week. The third week was not fun at all. If there was ever an issue of blood loss, it was then. The sudden migraines, my blood pressure spiking. Last freaking week, yeah try and convince me I wasn't dying. But damn it, despite the fact that I spent last weekend crying (Or was it the weekend before, I don't effing know anymore.) I did last week with a huge smile on my face.
Which is hard. Like I said last week (Or was it the week before? Dammit, I hate losing time) I hurt someone with a blog and he got really mad. And I'm not actually sure that he's ever going to accept my apology. This makes working with him kinda hard because aside from stuff about work, he doesn't talk to me. Like at all. And I have to admit, I kinda miss that. I do. I really miss it.
I had an odd feeling tonight at work. I say things and people don't really think that I mean what I say. Admittedly I have earned the reputation of being kinda crazy and usually jokey at work but sometimes, I'm not joking and I really mean what I say. Sometime I need for people to at least listen and see if I am joking before they laugh. But not everyone does and not just at work, it's most of life.
So okay, I guess I can chalk this hour that I spent playing Family Guy and blogging up to daylight savings and get ready for bed.
There's some drama going on at my church and I know I'm really just being nosey by going in tomorrow but I'd like to know what is happening to my church and to decide if I really want to call this my church anymore. I love the people there I do. With all of my heart but I don't do drama if I can avoid it. I create it from time to time, I understand that but I tend to stay away from it.
Good night folks. Stay frosty which understandably is way easier to do now that it's officially Fall and I don't say that because the equinox was a couple weeks ago I say that because today was the first day in a long time that it was COLD Like really cold. Well, to the Southerners... to me it felt good.
Okay guys! Good night!
