I was looking at my list of posts and realized that I have 36 (this makes 37) posts, and of that number, SEVENTEEN of them are labeled Bad Times. My life is NOT all pain and gloom and doom. OK well its not all gloom and doom anyway. I realized I tend to journal (and thus, blog) more when I'm hurting emotionally, but I need to journal when I'm not hurting as well. The "Hot pink robe and a dirt road" post for instance. That was a funny experience. I have fun/funny experiences all the time. I just need to remind myself to blog about them.
For instance, yesterday was Cinqo (spelling?) de Mayo...and we have a huge Mexican population in our area, so Wal-Mart had a lot of decorations and specialty items for it. Now apparently, Friday night, after I left, a very intoxicated Mexican decided he really wanted to celebrate early. He came running out of the bathroom singing something (another worker said she thought it was the Mexican National Anthem) at the top of his lungs and ran throughout the whole store...stark naked. Ya know, I would have loved to have seen the managers and CSMs and on-duty cop trying to catch him. Where exactly does one "grab" a naked drunk? He was finally cornered back in the garden center. I'm not sure what happened after that. I'm sad that I missed it.
I'm also making progress on the pain front. I got a notice in the mail that my surgeon was as good as his word, and got an appointment for me with a pain specialist at Ochsner. With any luck, I'll have a resolution or at least an improvement with my pain issues very soon.
OK I'm going to get very crude here and say something with a bad word, but I have to share this. When I went to Ochsner last week for my 3 month check up, it took 7 sticks to get an IV and 3 small vials of blood. I started tearing up after the first one, and the whole thing was just really emotional. During the process, the tech asked if I'd ever done drugs, because my veins were in such bad shape. I got sooo mad and explained, not very nicely, that I'd almost died from cancer and THAT was why my veins were shot, that I'd never so much as smoked pot thank you very much. My friend Jer said I should have asked her "Have you ever been a man in prison? Because your ass is flapping." I laughed SOOO hard. I swear, I'm going to remember that one. Yeah its crude and nasty but omg its hilarious, because its true. When people say idiotic, hurtful things like that, they ARE talking out of their ass, not their mouths. It made me feel better to know I have a good comeback now :)
I'm off work today and tomorrow. I'm going to make the most of it. Its probably the last time I'll have Sunday and Monday off since I opened up my availability, but its all good. Once the schedule starts rolling out, and I see how the trend is going to be for Money Center and Customer Service, I'm going to talk to Michelle about having my days off be together if at all possible. I need those two days together to recuperate. Having your days off spread out make it really hard to feel rested...it feels like you work all the time. I don't think it'll be a problem at all. I hope it isn't anyway!
So anyway. Enough bad times. I can do this. I'll especially be able to do this once I get back on my meds...which hopefully will be soon. In the meantime, I'll just keep plugging away :)
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