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Nov. 3rd, 2009 08:36 pmThis has been making me giggle all day (safe for work).
Tomorrow morning I go car shopping. Just what we need right now. Ah well. Grafton's truck died for the last time on Friday, and we really need a utility vehicle of some sort for the household. Basically, it'll be me, Grafton, Becca, and Caleb sharing it. And it needs to be able to carry plywood and lumber, given the amount of work we're still doing on the house. We're looking at used in the 3-5,000 range, just something to get a few years out of. By then I'm hoping we'll be done with enough of the major work that we can switch to something newer and more efficient.
This weekend was good, but exhausting. Went to work Friday straight from the sleep study that had me already exhausted, grumpy, and flaring. Got off work Friday, got the text from Grafton about the State of the Truck, walked to where Grafton was broken down, got home around midnight, slept by 1am. Woke up at 5:30am so I could bus it into work to cover a half-shift for my awesome but desperate boss (still in WorkHell until end of the week, and half the office is out sick). Covered the shift, bussed home, acted respectable for Grafton's Dad who was in town, hung out with K and E in the hottub, and then A came by for the first time in ages, and I went to bed after that around 11pm. Oh, bad idea when I was already flaring. Wouldn't change it, really, though.
Sunday was sleep 'n' flare day. Slept through my phone date with Katy. Booo. Got absolutely nothing productive done, about the only time I woke up was to take another round of meds. Around midnight Sunday night/Monday morning I passed out on my bathroom floor for reasons unknown. I'm hoping that I simply got confused somewhere during the rounds of naps and meds, and accidentally took my blood pressure meds twice. Still not certain. Have started tracking my meds on my B'Berry to avoid it happening again, if that's what it was.
Been in bad shape physically this week, not sure how much is getting adjusted to going back on my meds, and how much is just October/November weather doing its usual. Moody/snappy/go-eat-worms periods are decreasing, though. That's a heck of a relief (and for everyone around me, too, I'm sure). Yay, cymbalta. Today the improvement from moving to second shift was really apparent to me; I was dragging so badly I could barely function when I got here at 1:30. It was a pretty rough afternoon, but a gradually improving one. By 7pm or so I was actually good and functional again, with another three hours of productive time left at work.
On the downside, my team lead is really set on moving me back to an earlier time (probably 11:30am-8pm). I am wholeheartedly against this, and have made that abundantly clear. She's certain it's the only way she can balance the schedule with the right number of people, and not have too many people with FMLA on at the same time, who might all be out unpredictably. I've gotten her to at least agree it might only be a temporary shift, rather than a permanent one, but I almost cried when she told me, nonetheless. I'm going to lose a lot of the functionality benefits I'm currently getting from this shift (I _really_ don't think she understands how much), and I'm going to lose out on a lot of basic life issues that the current schedule could accomodate (maybe volunteering for a morning shift someplace once I'm more functional, since it's incredibly hard on my psychologically to have given up both escorting and patient-instructing). Still have to talk to Boss about it, and see where he's leaning. *sigh* That's been bringing down my mood all week.
So, that's what's going on. Sorry it's not more interesting, but life's been quiet and mostly health and work focused recently.
Tomorrow morning I go car shopping. Just what we need right now. Ah well. Grafton's truck died for the last time on Friday, and we really need a utility vehicle of some sort for the household. Basically, it'll be me, Grafton, Becca, and Caleb sharing it. And it needs to be able to carry plywood and lumber, given the amount of work we're still doing on the house. We're looking at used in the 3-5,000 range, just something to get a few years out of. By then I'm hoping we'll be done with enough of the major work that we can switch to something newer and more efficient.
This weekend was good, but exhausting. Went to work Friday straight from the sleep study that had me already exhausted, grumpy, and flaring. Got off work Friday, got the text from Grafton about the State of the Truck, walked to where Grafton was broken down, got home around midnight, slept by 1am. Woke up at 5:30am so I could bus it into work to cover a half-shift for my awesome but desperate boss (still in WorkHell until end of the week, and half the office is out sick). Covered the shift, bussed home, acted respectable for Grafton's Dad who was in town, hung out with K and E in the hottub, and then A came by for the first time in ages, and I went to bed after that around 11pm. Oh, bad idea when I was already flaring. Wouldn't change it, really, though.
Sunday was sleep 'n' flare day. Slept through my phone date with Katy. Booo. Got absolutely nothing productive done, about the only time I woke up was to take another round of meds. Around midnight Sunday night/Monday morning I passed out on my bathroom floor for reasons unknown. I'm hoping that I simply got confused somewhere during the rounds of naps and meds, and accidentally took my blood pressure meds twice. Still not certain. Have started tracking my meds on my B'Berry to avoid it happening again, if that's what it was.
Been in bad shape physically this week, not sure how much is getting adjusted to going back on my meds, and how much is just October/November weather doing its usual. Moody/snappy/go-eat-worms periods are decreasing, though. That's a heck of a relief (and for everyone around me, too, I'm sure). Yay, cymbalta. Today the improvement from moving to second shift was really apparent to me; I was dragging so badly I could barely function when I got here at 1:30. It was a pretty rough afternoon, but a gradually improving one. By 7pm or so I was actually good and functional again, with another three hours of productive time left at work.
On the downside, my team lead is really set on moving me back to an earlier time (probably 11:30am-8pm). I am wholeheartedly against this, and have made that abundantly clear. She's certain it's the only way she can balance the schedule with the right number of people, and not have too many people with FMLA on at the same time, who might all be out unpredictably. I've gotten her to at least agree it might only be a temporary shift, rather than a permanent one, but I almost cried when she told me, nonetheless. I'm going to lose a lot of the functionality benefits I'm currently getting from this shift (I _really_ don't think she understands how much), and I'm going to lose out on a lot of basic life issues that the current schedule could accomodate (maybe volunteering for a morning shift someplace once I'm more functional, since it's incredibly hard on my psychologically to have given up both escorting and patient-instructing). Still have to talk to Boss about it, and see where he's leaning. *sigh* That's been bringing down my mood all week.
So, that's what's going on. Sorry it's not more interesting, but life's been quiet and mostly health and work focused recently.
