The Inmates Run the Asylum

( The Internet Saga )
( The Getting a Job Saga )

So that's my world in a nutshell right now. Frustrations and crankiness galore.

I hope you all are well. I miss you terribly. I look forward to the day when we can be together again. /pining

Did anyone else feel like they were moving through Jello today?

I swear, it's like I couldn't make any progress anything. I mean I did make progress, but it just didn't feel like it, you know?

I blame Monday.

If you ask me on any given day how I'm feeling and I answered you honestly, I'd probably tell you that some body part hurt. Something always hurts on me. Something on Dad always hurts, too, so I'm thinking that it's hereditary.

Anyway, my knees have a tendency to ache. It's not easy carrying all of this fat around, especially considering all of the dancing I do. I'm used to them hurting.

But the past two days, my left knee has just been killing me. No position is comfortable, or at least not comfortable for long. I'm thinking it's the bitter cold that's making it hurt worse than normal. That's the only change I can think of that might be affecting it.

Thankfully, it'll be warming up a bit over the weekend and maybe that will ease my pain.

Until then, look for me to be walking like a pirate with a pegleg.

Arrr.

I made microwave popcorn last night and as I was opening the bag, a flaming chunk of sun-hot butter and salt launched out of the bag and landed on my hand. My reaction time was too slow and now I have a blister on my hand where it landed.

Ya know, I expect to set myself on fire while cooking a routine meal (I never fail to hit the edge of a hot pan with the exposed skin of some extremity), but I really don't think it's fair to be scarred for life by microwave popcorn.

If anyone asks, I got into a fight with a deranged scientist and I acquired this injury from the splashback of throwing acid into his face to save all of humanity.

Popcorn. Really, Universe? Judas.

I woke up at 7:30 this morning the Green Hornet theme song, a sign that someone I didn't know was calling me. I checked the ID and since I didn't immediately recognize it, I sent it to voicemail and tried to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, for the past several nights, I've reverted to a newborn's sleep schedule and keep waking up, so going back to sleep after being woken up by Kato was pretty pointless, but I did try.

My alarm goes off a couple of hours later and after laying in bed watching TV for a little bit, I check my phone. I go to retrieve the voicemail I was left and...nothing. My phone says I don't have a voicemail number programmed. Except I do because I programmed it when I got the phone a couple of years ago and have used it on occasion since then. But for whatever reason this morning, that number had totally disappeared from my phone.

As I was already predisposed to not being in the mood, I set the phone down lest I hurl it through the wall and decided to eat breakfast and read the paper before I dealt with it.

I came back to the situation much calmer. I searched my paperwork and my account online to see if I could find the voicemail number and came up empty. So, finally, reluctantly, I called customer service.

I hate making phone calls and I was going to put it off until later except my friend called and told me that the phone call I got this morning was a place she applied to looking for a personal reference and could I call them back as soon as possible because she really wants this job.

So I called and a very nice lady helped me out and gave me the voicemail number (which when I saw it, I recognized it and I know I've got it written down somewhere, but I can't for the life of me remember where, of course). Once that was done and I reprogrammed it into my phone, I listened to the voicemail and called the place back and did the personal reference. It took all of five minutes and the whole time I was thinking, "Why would you call people so early in the morning to do this? Not everyone is up and pleasant that early in the morning. Cranky people will not give favorable references. Do you not want to hire people?"

But, I did give my friend a good reference and I got my voicemail working again, so happy ending all around.

And yes I realize how silly it is for someone who doesn't like to make phone calls and doesn't really ever talk on the phone to be so pissy about her voicemail not working. Yeah, that wasn't lost on me.

My eye was worse this morning, swollen and itcy with a nice dark circle to highlight the two angry red little bites. My face, however, was about the same. Still a little swollen, still tender.

Dad came home to check on me, make sure I wasn't dead. I don't know why. It wasn't supposed to get too hot today, I wouldn't have spoiled that fast.

Anyway, it was determined that since I could still see and hear and only my eye had gotten worse that I'd probably live. He suggested I put a heating pad on my face because it might help with the swelling.

It did help a little bit, but it has been decided that if I'm still alive in the morning and my face is still swollen, I'll have to go to the doctor. Bleh. I haven't been to the doctor since I had my breast reduction and these titties just turned 7 in August. I'm just saying it's been awhile.

However, in other health related news, Dad made me take my blood pressure (we have a blood pressure/pulse rate machine; Dad checks his once a week). My BP is 131/76 and my pulse is 68. Not bad for a former smoker who's probably 100 pounds overweight by the standards, huh?

Of course, that could also be the spider venom slowly spreading through my body and shutting down my organs, but we're going to credit the belly dancing for ego's sake.

Got my hair cut today. Mama Carla ended up being able to do it after all.

I decided to go for a slightly different style than what had just grown out. The layers are a little different and the bangs are definitely shorter, the shortest they've been in years.

I don't know if I like it. First of all, my hair is still getting used to the new length (she took a good two inches off, if not more), so it's kinda freaking out. Secondly, I'm not used to my bangs being so short, so that's an adjustment. But, the overall effect leaves me blah at the moment.

I don't know. It might grow on me.

At the very least it's shorter. That's what I wanted most of all.

I have had the most persistent headache all day. It fades but never goes away completely. And when the drugs wear off, it comes back in full force.

I'm going to bed early tonight. Maybe I can sleep it off.

Permit me a whine for a moment.

Yesterday, the left saw of my jaw kind of hurt. At first, I was worried that it might be one of my back teeth (I'm paranoid about my teeth going bad and falling out). But, upon inspection (read: poking and prodding the line of my jaw with my finger), I discovered it actually was my jaw. Took some ibueprofin and figured it would go away.

Today, the jaw tenderness remains and is now accompanied by muscle spasms on that side. Tiny little spasms, twitching in a very small area.

I actually didn't really notice it earlier today. My jaw felt a little strange and it wasn't until started poking around again that I realized it was spasming.

The spasms have gotten more noticible. I'm noticing them right now, actually. They're not really painful, just uncomfortable and unpleasant.

I've just taken some more ibeuprofin and I'm hoping that it will be gone tomorrow.

It had better be gone tomorrow.

I can't imagine the underlying cause for persistent jaw muscle spasms on one side of the face to be cheap to treat.