Not having to go to work is awesome. But it's better when you still have money, so the plan is to get another job.

I did explain to CD store guy that, if I get another job at the last rate, I would be happy to work three or four days a week. Then I bought a stack of CDs and a Skinny Puppy t-shirt.

Then I went and bought some books. And some expensive chocolate.  read more »

Okay. Rate at the new job is great, and everyone loves money. That's the only good thing though.

So I'll be moving along, and I'm not sure how soon. I'll probably find that out on Monday, since I agreed the agency could tell them on Friday. I was waiting for hospital Friday to get underway, which is a crap time to discuss a job you dislike with a person you dislike, but that seemed to be the only good time. Unless I emailed details. You can't really be at work and telling someone the reason why you want to leave.

Outside of that, no real news. Physio can be painful as hell, but this will be part of my life - like hospital Fridays. In 'over fear of needles now' news I had a fascinating moment looking at the way a cannula works. There's like a flexible tube thing going on there, so that must go in via a needle, but the needle doesn't stay there while the drip runs.

I have been told that people with long term and chronic conditions - they are like gold to med students. That was after one of them kept me entertained for an hour of drip time.

Also - back of the hand is a painful drip location.

I am making a real effort to buy lotto tickets lately. Three bought, and I don't know how the lotto people know who I am... but they are trying to hook me with small wins.

I got a cleaner for home, and that's going real well. But it isn't real exciting.

Since I can't talk about work... my whining and complaining is severely restricted. At lunch, I am in a happy place where my lunch is so predictable - the queue doesn't apply to me any more.

At work yesterday, we started with me rolling myself well back from my desk, then turning my back on it, then looking at the ceiling while mouthing some of the foulest words I know.

Later in the day I was surrounded by a mysterious excitement. It just made me frown, and that was the correct reaction. Reception came down in person, with astonishing and exciting news. There was a *man*, with an *umbrella*, to see me. At that point, a room full of chicks will go nuts with questions.

Reception ushered me out, and hid in the kitchen while I went to find the man.  read more »

And, that title took all my energy.

The last two nights, I lost sleep because it was too hot. Really we are in electric blanket weather, so if you're cold... think of me with just a sheet. And the air conditioner on.

I ordered some books from Amazon. If they don't refund me the cost to return them... then it's on. That was wildly insufficient packaging, it was disappointing, and, expensive as it is, I sent them back. Knowing my luck this will go the way of other fuckwits.  read more »

I had a shit day, and that was because I saw my neurologist. Lovely lady, not responsible for my brain damage.

I went to claim over the counter at Medicare. Chick was obviously having a bad day, which I no doubt made worse. In response to "HiHowAreYou?", I said that I'd seen better days. She noted that I didn't have inoperable cancer. I said that's true, then asked where on the 'HowAreYou' scale she would put MS. No further words passed between us, except for her counting the refund out loud.

Late in the day I was exposed to crap TV media. Makes me so angry to listen to idiots. People are not 'like butter' to sharks. Butter would be far easier. Sharks do not single out and hunt down humans through malice, to a shark *everything* is potential food.

Closest to an upside was that the neurologist confirmed my theory about my brain trying to use visual input to detect balance and motion. The effect fascinates me because sometimes I *feel* movement while I am stationary.

Title will be last.

I am now certain the the mail room chick - she has an uncanny perceptiveness. We had a good chat today. If you met her, you would think, mail room chick, stereotypical accent (Footscray), doesn't talk in an "educated" way. She's not stupid. When I am at work, and in life in general, I like to carry myself with... dignity? So people don't notice when I am having a physically challenged day. Except this one chick. I can be acting totally normal, but she will give me a shrewd frown and really ask me how I'm going.  read more »