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|Ahh, that's better...||I have gone back to being a cashier. I could not handle the stress of being a CSS. Many of my fellow cashiers are sad that I dropped back down, telling me I was the best CSS and, while I appreciate them for saying it, it is in my nature to believe that it was bullshit. I don't doubt that from a cashier perspective I did a good job, but all the crap I got from management all the time, I don't think that I was doing that well. I also could not handle the lack of management support. As a cashier, it is not my problem if there are not enough cashiers to take care of the customers or how to handle all the breaks and lunches (although I do have to remind the CSSs of some breaks and lunches and some of them still come to me to ask how I would handle a situation. It is nice to give my opinion and let them take the heat if it goes wrong, after all, why should they listen to me, I'm just a cashier. lol
The other day, I was walking through my yard and I stepped on something that stabbed into my heel. Hubby checked it out and there was nothing left in it and I poured peroxide on it and have also used Porter's Salve on it to draw anything out. Now, I am just waiting for my heel to heal.
We have DirecTV now (if anyone is thinking about signing up, let me know and I will give you my reference number and we will both get $100 in rebates) and I LOVE our DVR. Now I get to see my shows!!!! Right now, I am running a diagnostic on the box because it quit playing recorded shows. Unfortunately, I deleted NCIS from it last night because it wouldn't play. Now, I am kicking myself! This is the only problem I have had with DirecTV, so I am happy!
|Promotion||I got promoted last month. I am now a CSS (Customer Service Supervisor) at Walmart. Damn, my feet hurt!|
|semi-annual update||ok, so it seems that i am only posting semi-annually now. i'm horrible.
anyway, here is the update:
thyroid levels are way low now and we're trying to get them back up to a somewhat normal level.
hubby has seen another dr. for his seizures and he doesn't want to take him off ANY of the meds, which are going to get very expensive when medicaid runs out.
squish and pumpkin are doing well.
sunday i threw my back out picking up a hot wheels matchbox car to buy for pumpkin and have missed 3 days work. i have to go back tomorrow.
monday, i get 8-9 teeth pulled so i can get my full upper plate and partial lower.
eta: oh yeah, and i'm teaching myself to crochet. :)
|Losing my faith in society||Last night, while my mom was setting up for a Daughters of the Nile (associated with the Shriners), her purse was stolen. Three days before Christmas and some low life stole her purse. She caught a glimpse of the guy too. All she could see of him was he was average to slightly above average height and kind of stocky. He wore a black hoodie. All she saw of him was his back so she does not know what race he was to tell the police. She lost her credit cards, debit cards, cell phone, check book, drivers license, card to contact the funeral home where all her stuff is prepaid in case she dies, a gift certificate for some restaurant someone gave her, a picture of my dad from the Navy with a seed pearl taped to it, some other pictures. She talked to the people in the office and the bartender downstairs (someone called the cops) and she called the cell 3-4 times from different areas in the temple to see if she could hear the cell ring (she couldn't). She called Dad at home and he called the cell a couple of times and someone picked up, but did not say anything. He called and cancelled/reported stolen all the credit and debit cards he could. Verizon checked the activity on Mom's cell and they had not used it to make any calls or texts, so they deactivated it. She was already approved for a free upgrade before this happened, but was happy with the phone she had so just ignored it. Well, she's not going to ignore it now, lol. She has to get ahold of the credit union to see what they can do about the stolen checks since her pension check automatically gets direct deposited into that account.
I talked to her last night after she got home and she said that looking back on it, she just thanks God that all this creep did was steal her purse. He could have done so much more to her. He could have shot her, since she nearly caught him, he could have raped her, anything. She was alone in the ballroom of the temple. She said that she'll never do that again. She will make sure there is another one of the ladies with her, or she will go down to the bar and get one of the Shriners to come up with her while she sets up. There's a lot to be said for the 'buddy system'. I told Squish about it this morning and I told her that I did not tell her so she would feel the need to be dependent on a man to protect her, but that she should always be with a 'buddy', that anything can happen. Last year, on Christmas Eve, in the parking lot of the church, during the service, someone broke in to one of the vehicles and stole presents and a purse. Luckily, the cochlear device for the 2-year-old little girl was not stolen because they had decided to leave it at home (normally, the mom was putting it in her purse at that time during chuch because the little girl couldn't deal with the ambient noise well yet).
I'm getting discouraged with people in general.
|life||Life has been very hectic for a while here. I am getting about 1 day off a week right now and since I am a cashier, that means hours upon hours of standing in one place reaching and twisting in ways I am not used to. My back is killing me and my feet are so sore I can hardly walk once I get my shoes off.
Squish is doing well in school. She struggles with Spelling and does not test well on standardized tests, but over all she is doing well. Baby J had to spend a couple of nights in the hospital just before Thanksgiving. She had a stomach virus, mild dehydration (which brought her blood sugar down), and constipation. She wouldn't stop puking so I took her to the ER. They admitted her and got her on an IV. Naturally, I had to work. Squish had school, so it was hard for hubby to be there when I could not, so thankfully, Mom came to the hospital to be with her. Dad would go pick up hubby and Squish when they were ready to come over. Hubby spent the night on the second night so I could sleep in my own bed and not be woken up by nurses every two hours. I am so glad I was there the first night with her though instead of him. Baby J's IV got infiltrated and was filling her arm with fluid instead of her vein. Hubby probably would have freaked as J was freaking, I just called the nurse. It took them forever to get the wrappings off to get the IV out (she was only 16 months, so they had to do something to keep her from pulling it out... wrap the crap out of it lol).
We got the tree decorated last night (Squish and I). Ornaments up high for kid and cat. Very little glass. So far the cat is leaving it alone and J has not seen it since the ornaments went on, so that should be fun.
Well, I have to start getting ready for work and try to remember to bring the car seat in before I leave so Mom can take the girls to Wal-Mart today to have their pictures taken with Santa. (I just hope it is Santa Dave today and not Santa Dan).
|V; H1N1||I just watched V on hulu.com (I had to work Tuesday) and can I just say, what is with Alan Tudyk getting stabbed in the chest with sharp metal objects? First (that I remember seeing) Wash gets offed that way and now he gets stabbed by Mrs. Claus in V? Oh, sure, on IMDb it lists more episodes of V that he is in, so he isn't 'dead', but damn it, why do they have to stab him?
OK, so, besides that, I liked Morena Baccarin as Anna. I don't like her hair cut that way, I think it looked better long like in Firefly, but hey, it's hair, it grows back. lol
I took the girls to get their H1N1 shot/nasal mist this morning. Squishy got the nasal mist since she is 8 and Pumpkin got the shot, being only 16 months. The doors opened at 8am. There were people that got there to get in line at 6am. It still took them half an hour to get their immunizations. The girls and I got there just after 8 and we were back on the road by 9:30. Pumpkin didn't even know that she got a shot until the nurse was putting her band aid on her. It was funny. She cried for 5 to 10 seconds and then she was fine.
|Today is the day. Mom's going to pick me up around 8:30 to take me to the hospital to take the iodine. Then I'll be at their house until sometime on Monday. Bye bye thyroid.|
|Graves' Disease||It's official, I have Graves' Disease. I will have radioactive iodine on the 20th to kill the thyroid. Then, I get to live with Mom and Dad for several days, so my radioactivity doesn't spread to hubby and the kids. Mom has already had her thyroid killed off and I just have to keep my distance from Dad. Pumpkin wouldn't stay away, Squish understands but would tend to forget and I wouldn't even be able to sleep in the same bed as hubby. Mom and Dad's place is just easier. I also managed to get time off work without having to take a point (sadly, without pay) so I don't infect the entire county.|
|People annoy me||I went to work today and was doing what I was supposed to do. The guy in the fitting room needed to go to his meal break, so I covered the fitting room for an hour. Before the hour was up, one of my co-workers asked me if I was in the fitting room today, no.. infants. I told her that I had gotten started putting away ladies and had to cover and that I was going to cover jewelry later. She starts going off on me saying things like 'Don't do too much! You never do that much in between anyway.' Then she slams stuff around, puts up about 5 items, then goes to talk to another co-worker for an hour, then takes 45 minutes for a 15 minute break with yet another co-worker. During this time, I have covered meals for 2 people and put returns away and zoned and SOMEHOW, I am the one that doesn't do anything. She pissed me off!
As if I didn't have enough to worry about. I have to go on Monday to have a Thyroid Uptake and Scan. They want to find out if I have Graves' Disease or not. I'm nervous.
Happy news: I got a new printer. It was a cheap HP and the ink doesn't cost too terribly much, but PRINTER!!!!
|Oh, yeah||Just had really good, middle of the day sex with hubby.
*is comfortably exhausted*
|Specialist||Doc looked at my test results (high thyroid, low iron) and looked at my second test results (still high thyroid, low iron). He was ready to just go to the radiologist and jump right into me drinking the radioactive iodine cocktail to kill off part of my thyroid. HUH? WTF? Thankfully, before I even asked for it, he decided to send me to an endocrinologist for a second opinion and to have them take over my care regarding this matter. There are two main reasons he did this (one he admits to), first, the radiologist at the hospital wasn't in Friday and second, Doc doesn't know that much about the thyroid and therefore didn't want to fuck me up for life. So, they have faxed my labs and everything to the specialist and I am now waiting for specialist to decide how soon they feel I need to come in. I have mixed feelings about this. I want it to be soon, so I can get feeling better sooner, but I don't want my condition to be so bad at this point that I need to be seen immediately.
I am hoping that once I get everything sorted, my thoughts will clear enough that I will be able to write fic again. I miss it.
Going back to bed.
|Blood test results||Well, I have borderline anemia and elevated thyroid. My mother and two cousins had Graves' Disease, so it's not all that unlikely that I could have it. I go to the doctor Thursday to go over the results with him and figure out our next step.|
|Status of me||Yesterday was an angry day. I was just kind of grumpy all day, but not too bad until hubby hit me in the eye with a rubber band. I went OFF!!! In the middle of my bitching, just as I was about to laugh it off and say 'It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye' he tried to apologize. Well, since I was in the middle of talking, he didn't get to apologize as quickly as he wanted. He got pissed off at me, picked up the phone and slammed it to the floor (I was about to fix it, once I found the battery pack) and stormed out of the house. Aggression is one of the side effects of the medication the doctor is taking him off of (he has to ween himself off). He came back with his new meds (he walked to the store) and didn't talk to me in the hour and a half until I had to go to work.
Work was very good. I had lots to do to keep me distracted and, thankfully, since I wasn't in a talkative mood, I was actually doing it when the Apparel Market Manager dropped in for a spot check. She was with 2 other market managers and they were mostly checking the meat department, but she called from her cell to see if we were answering with the corporate greeting. We were. I figured that when I got home I would either get yelled at or get the silent treatment. I didn't get either. He acted like nothing happened (mostly because he knew he was in the wrong). Earlier, I had apologized for pissing him off, but damn, I got hit in the EYE with a RUBBER BAND! I didn't think I should have to apologize for that, but OK.
Today has been pretty good, so far. I got my check and we did some shopping. He was actually trying to NOT overspend. I've been feeling all right, keeping busy to avoid thinking about how I feel, really. I'm facing downtime until hubby wakes up from his nap, so we'll see how that goes.
ETA: X-Men Origins: Wolverine game for Xbox 360... WANT!!!!
|Shadow Puppets and the library||I finally got to see James Marsters' movie Shadow Puppets and I loved it. You definately don't want to watch the (very short) director and cast commentary on the DVD until AFTER seeing the movie. They give major spoilers which will color your whole view of the movie (they even warn you NOT to watch until after you watch the movie). But, yeah, I finally got to see it. Thank God for Netflix!
Squish, Pumpkin and I went to two of the parks in town today to play and get some fresh air. While at the second park, Squish said she wanted to go to the library, which was just half a block away. We went and got both girls signed up for the summer reading program (Squish gets to count the time she reads to Pumpkin as both her time and Pumpkin's and they both get coupons every week). I was looking for Stephenie Meyer's The Host, but there's a waiting list and I can't remember my pin for OPAC, so I'll have to wait to get on the waiting list. Meanwhile, I got A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle, which I haven't read since I was about 10 or 12. I also got vols. 1-3 of BtVS season 8. Squish is trying to read those too. She has a lot of books going right now... Twilight, Harry Potter book 1, vol. 1 of BtVS and a Ramona Quimby or 3. I think she might even have a Junie B. Jones as well. Plus, she got 3 Dr. Seuss and 2 Martha Speaks books for Pumpkin. She has absolutely been bitten by the reading bug. That makes me VERY happy. The more she reads, the better she will do in other areas.
Monday, I am going to the doctor for a check-up with blood work. I have a family history of thyroid problems and that can cause depression. I'm hoping that there is some chemical reason for it that will be easier to take care of than having to go to therapy. Hubby thinks it might be delayed post-partum depression, which he calls 'postal partal' and asks me if I want a gun for work. He's just trying to get me to laugh. Sometimes it works. This morning when he asked, I had only gotten about 4 hours of sleep and still didn't have my coffee. I told him I wasn't awake enough to tell. Today was a mostly good day. I got a nap and went outside with the kids. Got books. Good day.
|down||Hubby is trying to get on disability for his seizure disorder. We got a letter the other day saying that he needs to go to their shrink for a mental exam and psychological testing. It (and other things) got me thinking that maybe I needed to go see a shrink. I'm not 'crazy', just down. Then, I got to examining reasons why I might feel this way. Money was a big issue. So, then I was thinking, 'Money (or the lack of it) makes many people depressed. Those are the people who need to see someone. Those are the people who can't afford to see one.' Squishy's school has a deal worked out with a counseling center for, I believe, four free sessions for anyone in the family. I haven't checked to see if medicaid covers psychological counseling, but I need to. The counseling center isn't the greatest, unless you are an alcoholic, which I am not.
Hubby isn't much help. His new meds cause him to have more seizures, be easily aggitated, easily depressed, thoughts of suicide, thoughts of homicide, ect. Yes, we have an appointment to talk to his neurologist on Wednesday and get that fixed. But, until then, I'm walking around on eggshells and trying to ignore my own issues. Of course, by ignoring my issues, they just keep building up.
I need to talk to someone.
|Work, kids, cats, and eyes||Work sucks. They keep coming up with stupid, new rules and proceedures. I don't even want to go into it all now, just to say that Wal-Mart sucks for me right now.
Squish just finished the second grade. Her grades weren't stellar, but they weren't horrible either, B's and C's. Pumpkin (formerly Baby J) is getting HUGE! When she tries to call me MaMa, it comes out BaBa. I joke with my mother that I'm going to be called Bubba. She's almost a year now, trying to start walking. It's not fair, she's not supposed to be that old yet. Squish had her first ballet recital Saturday. My eyes itched the whole time.
We have two kittens, one was in a wall of a friend's neighbor's house. He wasn't old enough to be weened and we think he's going to die in the next few days. The other we got from some friends whose cat had kittens. They named the kittens Twilight, Edward, Bella and Lilith. We were supposed to get Twilight, because that was the Mom's favorite, but then she decided to keep her and we got Lilith instead. Well, hubby didn't like that name, so after watching much Firefly, he decided on Feo (pronounced fay-oo), meaning garbage, crap or shit because she proceeded to get lost in crap when we got her home.
Well, because of the kittens, I now have to live on allgery pills. Also, I didn't think anything when my eyes itched. It turns out, I have pink-eye. So, I missed work Sunday and today. Tomorrow is Inventory Day, so management is freaking out. Oh well. I don't think they REALLY want me there with something so infectious, especially since I work in the Infants and Girls departments.
OK, gonna go now, I have to put in more drops.
|Damned leeches!||OK, hubby has seizures (we're working on getting him on disability) and there is this neighbor that comes over (pretty much every day) and hangs out, especially when I have to work. Well, she smokes, as does hubby, but she almost never has any cigarettes of her own. She bums off hubby. Even the cheapos cost over $4 a pack (which is better than some places, I know) and since I only work part time, money is an issue. She came over today (was waiting when we got back from the dentist) and stayed for a few hours. Hubby listened to a CD on the stereo with the headphones on, I listened to the mp3 player with headphones on, she listened to Squishy do her reading homework (has to earn those cigs somehow) and played xbox. After hubby and I got supper ready and she snagged a piece of chicken, she asked for another cig. Hubby told her he was out and that I limit him to a pack a day and that I won't go buy him anymore until tomorrow. She left within 30 minutes. Normally, she would have been there for at least 3 more hours. Damned leech.|
|a nothing post||i want to say stuff, but i can't think of words. squishy is fine, 8 now. baby j is fine, 7 months and wearing 12 month clothes. hubby, my parents and i are all trying to lose weight for a county wide contest ($1000 grand prize). tired. goodnight.|
|Work and movies||Going back to work after 8 weeks of maternity leave sucks! I want to be home with my babies (both the infant and the 7-year-old). I've been back for just over a week. I don't wanna! Hubby is working at McDonald's now. He hates it, but it is a job. He REALLY needs to get his GED so he can get a factory job again.
Hubby adn I were watching Full Metal Jacket the other night. We recognized _Private Pyle_ right off as the guy from Law and Order: CI but then, about 2/3 of the way through, I recognized _Mother_... Adam Baldwin!!! When I saw him I looked at hubby and said, laughing, "Holy Crap! It's Jayne!!!" He was confused, he never watched Firefly that much. Then I said, "The guy in Chuck." and he understood.
|Today was not a good day. Nothing majorly bad happened, things just didn't go right. I know it's mostly post-partum depression, but it still sucks. I'm tired and I'm down and I can't go anywhere without my mother because I can't drive yet and hubby doesn't have a license. I have a pocket in my incision that keeps filling with fluid and won't heal until that fluid drains out. So, we have it packed right now with a medicated gauze. Hubby has to pull out an inch or so every day and snip it off and I get to go back to the doctor every few days so they can repack it. I have to wear gigantic maxi pads over the opening to collect all the fluid as it comes out. I'm just not having a good day.|
|grumble||What's wrong with being a lurker in a fic community if you've had severe writer's block? Especially a community that gives out prompts? You look to them for inspiration, the they de-friend you because you don't participate enough for their liking. It just pisses me off.|
|Baby update||We got home Monday.
Tonight, I thought I popped a staple, but it was just an excess of fluid that decided to burst out. Scared the shit out of us though. We went to the hospital (not where I had her) and we are supposed to keep an eye on it and see the doctor on Monday, as scheduled. We're calling the doctor in the morning to get his opinion. I'll keep you all posted.
|Posted using TxtLJ||a few days.|
|Posted using TxtLJ||i have a baby girl. she weighs 9 pounds 7 ounces, 21.5 inches long. we are all healthy and i'm on morphine. :) i'll give more details when i get home in|
|Baby stuff||Holy crap, but this kid is ACTIVE!!! She just keeps twisting and turning, flipping and flopping, kicking and punching. It almost seems like she doesn't stop moving. 2 weeks and all that will change. She may do all that, but I won't have to feel EVERY movement. TWO WEEKS! HOLY CRAP!|