The Trudge

As each day passes without a hit on the job search, I wonder. How am I going to pay the bills, how am I going to survive.

How I’m going to deal with this situation.

The canning happened directly in response to a situation that my landlords caused: they didn’t take care of the problem right away and as a result my job was offed.

I wonder if I have a case.

I wonder if I can do something.

I wonder, and then I trudge out the door again looking for places that have paper applications, with a notebook so that I can write down the names of the places that don’t and so I can go to the websites of the others later on at the end of the day.

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After a long hiatus, a post on my health.

The elevated liver numbers that have my GP mildly interested have given my gastroenterologist one hell of a concern. They want a liver ultrasound. And due to the whole late night coughing up acid and agonizing abdominal pain thing that responds to nothing, they also want an endoscopy, just to make sure nothing is fucked. So I’m going to need a ride that day. They also agree that the weight thing is a distribution situation re: losing inches but not weight, and that the blood sugar is probably because of one specific medication and to just keep an eye on it.

Interesting day.