Okay, we are all well aware there is a screw or seven loose in my brain, yes?  Some of you may even know my strange affinity of remembering obscure medical randomness.  Now, I am sure that I was supposed to have learned more than this weird earwax factoid in the last week–alas, last night I spent a not insignificant amount of time thinking about the fact that earwax-type production is genetic.  The dominant gene produces the dark brown sticky kind but the recessive gene makes a more gray crumbly type of earwax.  WHY DO I HAVE THIS KNOWLEDGE? This will serve nothing of purpose in my life.  Apparently the recessive gray crumbly earwax is only common in native americans and asian folks.  The europeans are more commonly sticky and brown.   What disturbs me more than anything is how easy this ridiculous bit of trivia is to remember; but for 3 days I had to use the dog door because I couldn’t remember where the hell I put the key to the padlock. 

shut up.  I know I’m weird.  ~sigh~

Haha! y’all thought this was going to be a dirty post-didn’t ya?

So, I bought a stylus for my phone.  It came with an instruction manual (of all things).  One of the SAFETY PRECAUTIONS they have written in bold all caps is as follows:

DO NOT SWALLOW OR STAB SOMEONE’S BODY WITH OFFERED PRODUCTS OR ACCESSORIES

mmmkay then.  I bought the wrong stylus; I wanted the swallowing/stabbing kind.  dammit.

One of the many health problems I deal with is acid reflux. Although diabetes is the true bastard in my life, gastro esophageal reflux disease (GERD) is the total dick beating me down like a bad boyfriend today. It hurts. My stomach acid is boiling its way up my esophagus and I kind of feel like a dragon who could spew out acid and ignite it.
~sigh~ stress is a bitch, isn’t she?
It’s my own fault. There is a prescription for omeprazole waiting to be picked up at the pharmacy, but yesterday I put work (or more honestly–money) over my health–again.
Idiot.
I. Am. An. Idiot.
I need to start caring about my health and my happiness more.
Dammit.
This impending financial doom of joblessness is freaking me out. I seem to keep sliding in and out of productivity. One minute I will be zipping along and working my butt off and feel great and the next minute I go all spacey and weird.
They say the universe does not give you more than you can handle. I need to have a small chat with the universe because I AM NOT AS STRONG AS IT THINKS I AM.
Eighteen more days. I can do this; 18 more days.
For anyone out there worried because I have been quiet on Facebook and/or unavailable by text/phone call/email please know I am doing the best I can right now and I am pulling back and gathering strength. I will be back; just give me a bit. Okay?
Love ya,
-H.

Damn April Fools Day–totally not a fun day for someone working as a Safety person.  I just fell for a fake “vehicle accident” text.  ~sigh~ Every year this day manages to sneak up on me.  This is probably karma for calling my mother at 4AM every April Fools Day while I was in college telling her I was pregnant; but damn–it was funny every. damn. time.  I don’t know what it says that now I wouldn’t be able to make that call to my mother because #1.  She would be thrilled if I got knocked up and #2. I would have to hurt her feelings to say….April Fools.  😦  So, yeah…this day–not my favorite. 

Yesterday I trained people (drag your minds out of the gutter folks; it was work training).  The training was in confined space and I had this huge rush at the end where I felt like I had finally gotten through to them.  I was all gleeful and excited but then uber boss came in and was all yellish and screamy about how long the training was taking.  ~sigh~  I don’t know if this is going to work out…you know, staying here and working for uber boss.  He came back in and apologized which I felt was a good thing.  What will my future career bring?  Hopefully less foolishness. 

Happy Foolish Day. 🙂

-H.

So, I have been trying to figure out a way to include my kinky stuff…but without shoving it down folks’ throats (edit: there was no pun intended; I swear–but I was re-reading this and my accidental pun made me snicker).  So, I think I am going to password protect any of the kinky/smutty posts and to receive the password you have to follow the blog or message me a request…something like that.  I shall keep you informed. 🙂

Regardless I hope everyone had a happy weekend.  My work ethic has been destroyed…this long slow painful ridiculous death of a closure has changed me in a way I wasn’t expecting.  My “don’t give a shit” has increased and my “fuck you” is off the charts.  Why? Because I let it change me. I always (ALWAYS) put myself last.  Whether not stopping to pee, skipping lunch, giving my evenings, weekends, hell…even my health came after work.  However, after finding out all I gave meant nothing and that I will be given nothing (not even a thank you) for how much I cared I realized that shit needed to change.  So, this week’s motto is “me first”. 

That’s right world, I am going to take care of me.  dammit. 

That said, I am gong to go pee now.  so there. 

🙂