I just don't know what to feel right now.

If you may have noticed a lack of actual content in my journal the last few days I'm going to attribute that to having things on my mind.  I don't like to talk about the same things over and over, and they're not going away until certain things have been accomplished or certain dates have passed. 

( I'm sure everyone's sick of hearing about my Worker's Comp problems, but OWCP lied to me.  Again. )

So on that front I'm feeling intense hatred and anger.  When I start thinking about it I have to distract myself before my blood pressure rises.

( called back by the dr for more tests - possibly girly TMI... )

And then of course there's the wisdom teeth coming out on the 22nd which is also hanging over my head, though my dread has become somewhat less dreadful with all the other things distracting me.  It's like when someone stamps on your toe to take your mind off having hit your thumb with a hammer.

Regardless of what else happens, though, there's still Christmas boxes in my livingroom which need to be filled and sent out.  I have found a few other things to add to them.  I stopped at the airport gift store, where I get a 30% employee discount.:)  I might do that again, today.

( the list of people I need to phone )

Four phone calls.  It doesn't sound so bad when I lay it out like that.  Easy, right?  Sure, if you're not phone phobic.  Even making some ordinary call makes me all jittery.

Only, I feel as though I've forgotten something.  Have I?  There's no point in calling the OWCP themselves yet again. 

For a few moments we had a gorgeous red sunrise, but as soon as I ran for the camera it faded out into dull blue-gray.

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Oh good golly.  I just realized we haven't even got a box started for eor's brother.  /o.o\ 

What I got done, or the litany of failures.

I didn't get to calling U.S. Air. 
My call to Me Workers' Comp Board was unprofitable - I was just told they don't handle Federal claims.  Hm.  I was told to call a specific person, but she's on vacation, so I think I'm out of luck. 
Anthem Blue Cross needs me to fax everything to them. 
The physical therapist's office was, as usual, glad I had not forgotten them.  They'll resubmit to Blue Cross.
I expect, regardless, that I'm going to lose all the sick time for every PT appointment that happened during work, and that the OWCP will retract the payments they already made, and I'll have to pay a $20 copay for each of the appointments, of which there were about 15.
I did some, but not all the dishes, and Eor's going to work a 12 hour day so he's not going to be able to do them.  There is, however, food in the fridge he can eat, so that's okay.  I suppose I should volunteer for overtime, as he'll probably be asleep when I get home.  If he can pass out quickly I'm sure he'd rather.  The sooner the Christmas season gets over, the better. 

Hey, you know how I said I might send those cards late?  At this point you can almost bet on it. 

Hot chocolate.  I made myself a to-go cup to take with me to work.  mmmm....