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I'm seriously thinking of snoozing half my friends list on Facebook because my blood gets boiling when I know what some of my co-workers actually think about things. I have to work with them, so I don't want to even know. It's been a bit difficult to keep my cool since the election, and I feel like not only am I irritable but it seems like some people are going out of their way to be a little extra annoying. I had one woman stop right in front of me and make a dramatic comment "to herself" today, which was obviously meant FOR ME as a representative of the government. No telling what her politics or opinions are, people on both sides hate us as representatives of the government. And of course there was no way I could respond in any way, because she wasn't talking "to me." It's never a good idea to respond.
Week before last I had a bunch of medical appointments lined up, and managed to several things cleared up, but then got tremendously sick and had to cancel the last one of the week, so in January I'll be getting assessed for cataracts. (People are telling me to go for the expensive lenses, it's worth it, and you only get the one shot at it.)
So, I never did find out what exact illness I had - they eliminated COVID, flu and strep, and gave me prednisone for my throat closing up. But let me tell you, when I started to recover I felt for a few days as though my whole body was bruised. Eventually I began to figure out it was my lymphatic system. Apparently if your immune system really gets working hard it can take a bit for the lymph nodes to clean out, or something.
Looks like work won't have a pot-luck for Thanksgiving this year, for the first time ever. Partly because the FSD decided to have the tables taken out of our breakroom for some reason. Instead of six good-sized tables we have three little plastic folding tables. Also, the coworker who runs the soda machine has not been able to figure out how to increase the price that the machine charges to compensate for how much more he needs to pay to fill it, so there's no money to buy the turkey and potatoes, as he has been doing for years.
Week before last I had a bunch of medical appointments lined up, and managed to several things cleared up, but then got tremendously sick and had to cancel the last one of the week, so in January I'll be getting assessed for cataracts. (People are telling me to go for the expensive lenses, it's worth it, and you only get the one shot at it.)
So, I never did find out what exact illness I had - they eliminated COVID, flu and strep, and gave me prednisone for my throat closing up. But let me tell you, when I started to recover I felt for a few days as though my whole body was bruised. Eventually I began to figure out it was my lymphatic system. Apparently if your immune system really gets working hard it can take a bit for the lymph nodes to clean out, or something.
Looks like work won't have a pot-luck for Thanksgiving this year, for the first time ever. Partly because the FSD decided to have the tables taken out of our breakroom for some reason. Instead of six good-sized tables we have three little plastic folding tables. Also, the coworker who runs the soda machine has not been able to figure out how to increase the price that the machine charges to compensate for how much more he needs to pay to fill it, so there's no money to buy the turkey and potatoes, as he has been doing for years.