Shit magnet
Diary notes from yesterday.
My family horse died this morning. She was about 36 and was a grand old thing — the last link between the childhood and my independent adult life so she’s left a big hole in my heart. Very sad.
Did probation review at the new job from hell with Lord Monkey Butt and got some things sorted out and extracted more money. Somewhat pleased and will complain less for the time being.
Came out of review and a headhunter had a left a message about an interesting role. Good but confusing.
Found out a staff member from my last job almost died in a drunken fall through a window and severed his carotid artery. Incredulous.
Mum rang again to say the mother of our dearest family friends passed away. Seriously, if there is one more death or near death I’ll not deal with it well.
A nutty but seemingly harmless client has been sending messages of admiration and puppy love. He came back when he was sober and sent a message saying I was a goddess. Secretly made my day.
Saw my doctor to ask why my toe joint x-ray has an additional blob that seems to be growing from the bone. Apparently the radiologist was supposed to give feedback and didn’t, apart from me overhearing her say, “Done, let’s get the next one in.” I have a spur that probably isn’t causing grief, and the impact of arthritis — she says avoid surgery at all costs and to try another cortisone shot. I’ll see the surgeon in a fortnight and he’ll no doubt recommend surgery. Fucked if I know what to do.
I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or sleep for a long time.
Crank-o-meter: why is there no alcohol in the house?
March 5th, 2010 at 9:58 am
Are there still sharp objects in the house?
March 5th, 2010 at 11:20 am
Oh dear MsC! *hugs* and thinking of you.
March 5th, 2010 at 2:21 pm
What a hell of a week! *hug*
The foot: your surgeon won’t recommend surgery if it’s not a good idea — he’s not that kinda surgeon, I can assure you. Tell him what your doc said, then trust him, k? I promise he knows what he’s talking about, and I have working feet that wouldn’t be working except for his intervention. I’d be more worried about the prospect of long-term cortisone shots (but I won’t go on a cotisone-related rant here).
Hope the long weekend makes up for things a bit. x
March 5th, 2010 at 2:25 pm
Wah, spelling mistake!
Roll on, weekend. Rooooooll on.
March 5th, 2010 at 6:58 pm
What a week! Have some gin.
March 6th, 2010 at 12:11 am
sleep for a long time, drool on oneself then wake up in fright, realising that 3 days have passed
March 6th, 2010 at 9:57 am
comrade, I couldn’t find any. I did look.
Thanks, HH. *hugs* to you, too x.
I’m trusting him, Oh Purple Owl. I see him again on Friday as he hasn’t seen the x-rays yet. I don’t like cortisone either, and the first injection last year was one of the most painful experiences of my life for so little in return.
Foodycat, there’s no alcohol in the house!!! I must go to housekeeping school and learn how to maintain a properly stocked bar.
I do that most Mondays, Fen ;-).
March 6th, 2010 at 1:18 pm
I can’t believe you have no alcohol in the house. You need to get your priorities right.
March 6th, 2010 at 4:07 pm
There must be a law of the universe states that the amount of shit happening in life is in inverse proportion to the liquor cupboard. I have a car, a bank card and two arms and by Christ I’m going to fill them with bottles.
March 6th, 2010 at 10:11 pm
I’m sorry to hear about all the passings away. It sounds like the family horse had a good life, at any rate - it seems like a long life for a horse?
To be honest, if I were you, I wouldn’t be drinking, I’d be laying low.
March 7th, 2010 at 2:14 pm
Thanks, lila. It’s a good age for a horse; they are remarkably long-lived as long as their legs and hooves are good (they need to support amazing amounts of weight).
I had one champagne last night when out, but because I’ve been off processed food, even dry wine tastes too sweet. Stupid re-sensitised taste buds!
March 9th, 2010 at 3:29 pm
Sorry to hear of the horrid time you are having. Maybe a massage (not a foot one obviously) would help if there is no alcohol to be had.
March 9th, 2010 at 6:36 pm
Thank you, Jazz :-). A massage would be great … I’m doing a resume for a massage therapist-in-training at the moment and a hot rock massage sounds like just the thing!
March 10th, 2010 at 5:38 pm
Hmmm I feel like I should comment again because if I don’t, you will have 13 comments to this post about bad luck. Are you superstitious?
March 10th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
I am now! And at the moment a bit of superstition can’t hurt :-).
Every morning at work I shake a Mt Buller snowdome to predict the kind of day I’ll have. If the l’il snowman is face up in the dome, it’ll be a good day; if he’s face down then pack up the computer and go home again … I like black cats and walk under ladders though so my karmic balance might be out of whack!