I’m too tired to be clever with titles today. I’ve got a migraine, one that may have been kicked off as a result of the muscle relaxing injection I got at my 2nd Doc in the Box visit this week, or it might have just shown up because I’m stupid dehydrated and am doing very little to rectify that situation.
Yeah, I know. My own fault. Drink more water, get some more Gatorade or Pedialyte. Stop drinking soda.
Listen. I’m not allowed to have energy drinks for my migraines anymore, so I’ve got to have SOME form of caffeine. So get off my back. I have a soda with ice, a cup of ice, and a bottle of water to my right. I’m sure they will all be finished off before my first relief shows up.
My back isn’t as bad as it has been this week. I’m finally not about to cry because of the pain. Doctors are so terrified these days to prescribe anything painkillery, that those of us now have to suffer. Thanks to all the addict doctors and their addict friends and such assholery.
I can’t really get much of a break. Bad health week means I’m exhausted, in pain, and need extra rest to heal. I feel GUILTY about using my PTO that I’ve EARNED over the past 10 years, I don’t have any money and no real desire to work for a vacation, so I don’t claim much time for myself unless it’s Sick Days. But this week? I could actually use a span of time where I stay at home and take care of myself and my home.
But this week? This week starts the vacation exodus for the PART TIMERS. Who’ve already had MULTIPLE vacations this week. Spouses with money, don’t ya love it? Not at ALL bitter b/c I don’t get my birthday weekend off…I was just going to get a colonoscopy that weekend anyway. But my co-manager is off this weekend performing an act of kindness, so I can’t bitch too hard about that, but Minion 1 leaves on Sunday for a week, Minion 2 leaves on Thursday for about a week…and then expects to have more time off for certain other things. Which normally, I would be cool about, but these folks are not about respecting MY time, when I do all that I can to respect theirs. But I’m a salaried worker, so I should just be their slave instead of their manager, right? THAT’S why I get paid the Big Bucks* (*Big Bucks just = the same amount of money every pay period that’s all)
So yay for my birthday fun that will get pushed back a week? Oh probably not. I don’t do fun (well, last year was Waffles and an Escape Room, so that was fun, but maybe not this year). And I just want some time where I have very little responsibility except to myself. JUST FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS.
But nope. I’ll be planning my revenge.
I’m cranky and hormonal and blathery. It shouldn’t take leaving early 4 days to get ONE sick day, yet this is how it goes.
85 Is The New 100 