Planning My Plans

Things are really starting to fall into place. I mean, they began a slow movement in the right direction when I got the Turkey job, but now the ball is rolling.

I am days away from having health insurance. In the past, I have always had a hard time taking time off for doctor's appointments. As in, asking for the time off. Some things just feel awkward, and for me, this is one of them. Plus, one of the ways I make up for being a learning disabled idiot at work who can't learn how to use new programs that get rolled out is by doing the things that sometimes trip other people up - showing up on time, never taking long lunches, and not taking lots of time off.

Gay Crush/Boss is pretty cool though, and I'm fairly certain he will encourage me to go make sure I'm healthy. Hell, I am not even positive he will count that time off against my sick time.

Another thing I want to work on is my apartment. When I moved in I just shoved all my furniture in here. The assumption was that I would be in this apartment for a year at most. Four years later, my dining room table is still on its side leaning against the wall,  the leaf leaning against another wall, with the chairs stacked on top of each other. I need to make peace with this apartment. It's rent-controlled, and with rents out of control in San Francisco, it's pretty clear I'm going to be here awhile.

So I want to sell the furniture that's not working, and accept this apartment as my home. Get rid of the stupid chair I sit in all the time, and get a couch.

There are some mental health issues I want to deal with. That whole "being poor" thing really fucked me up in multiple ways. Ever since I moved into this apartment, my skin has been unhappy. Hives and other random skin irritations. So I'd like to get that looked at. Pretty sure I was supposed to see my eye doctor sometime in mid-2012 so that should happen in the next couple of months. Let's not even talk about the dentist (unless you'll come with me and hold my hand), but suffice it to say I've got to tackle the teeth.

On top of all that, I want to get my gym on - Gay Crush/Boss will pay for a membership so I should take him up on that. You know how often in magazines they'll say "Before embarking on any workout routine, see your doctor"? Well, I should ... see a doctor. Get some blood tests or whatever people do at doctors these days. Apparently you can email your doctors now.

Why I'm Not Blogging Lately

Because here's the type of stuff I have to say:

Shit. I bought the wrong proportions of meat and pasta and now this meal isn't balanced. Guess who's going to the store tomorrow to buy more meat? To eat with shitty leftover already-cooked pasta. Fuck it, I'll just throw out the extra pasta - that would be a really terrible meal. Shit, I can't bring myself to waste food. It won't be that bad.

I'm in one of those super-negative moods. My negative moods are not the type that have me yelling at everyone around me. The negative moods I get turn inwards, and when I don't understand something at work, I want to cry and am convinced this job is way too hard and I'm going to get fired. I try to figure out the least stupid-looking way of going over what I'm supposed to do before approaching Gay Crush. Only to find out he forgot that he made all the changes and I don't have to do what he initially asked me to do and that's why it made no sense to me. So I don't have to prepare to get fired after all.

I am somehow accidentally Facebook friends with somebody who it seems, is unaware that I am amused by people tripping or falling. Not sure how this happened. In case you think it's cruel of me, you'll be pleased to know that schadenfreude is alive and kicking. Today when I was going into a store, the door was much heavier than I anticipated and it dropped on me. It hit me in the stomach - you know that bar across the door that you sometimes have to press to push open a door - the edge of that slammed into the side of my stomach, and it hurt so badly I wondered if I was bleeding. Turns out I wasn't, but I look forward to the beautiful bruise sure to arrive by Thursday.

And that's all I've got right now.