not really. but my closet rod fell. surely it;s a sign that i really need to clean my closet. not really. it just means that “ABCD Management’s” shoddy work shines through once more: the rod wasn’t long enough to span the width of the closet, so they nailed a board to one end to make up the difference. the nails finally gave way and the board came crashing down.
it isn’t because there’s too many items of clothing hanging on the rod. i had already gotten rid of things once or twice in the 4 years we’ve lived here, so there’s actually less stuff hanging there.
but you see, 2 Sundays ago, when everything was at least 100 (degrees, heat index, humidity) and the hottest day so far this year, our power started going on the fritz. every 10 minutes or so, the circuit breaker to which our a/c is plugged into would shut down. we weren’t running the vacuum, and neither of us uses a hair dryer. further, we have had the same a/c unit since we first moved in. if anything, it doesn?t cool the apartment as well as it used to.
Brian called the landlord’s cell number but got a recording that sounded like the service had been cut off. he then left a message at ABCD Management’s office. he left another one on Monday. and Tuesday. on Wednesday. Thursday. on Friday. and Saturday.
on Sunday, i tried the cell phone again, and actually got through. i paged her. she didn’t return my call. every time the power went out, i paged her until she finally called back to assure me that the electrician was coming Monday morning. when he hadn?t arrived by noon, i called her, and called her, and called her, until he got here around 3pm.
i don’t know what he did, but it seemed to work. fortunately, he left his cell number and told me to call him if the power went out again, which it did later that night. i called him, and the next day he showed up, with a friend this time. Brian came home early and we left so we wouldn’t be in the way.
everything has been fine since, except for the hole in the living room ceiling that the electricians made to check out some wiring?maybe there was a ceiling fan there at some point?and one of the walls where the cheap drywall broke off in pieces.
not only has my closet rod fallen, but it appears that our apartment is literally falling apart as well.
this is not going well whatsoever. Brian told me that this time, he made the pie slices smaller. ok. so after i had one for breakfast, i was still starving and had another slice. i suppose his way of helping me was by eating the rest of the pie between last night and this morning. those were the only two slices left. of course, apple pie isn’t an ideal breakfast food, but how different is it from an apple fritter or apple danish, really (neither of which i like)?
i’m thinking that i may have to redefine “junk food” yet again. or rather, maybe i ought to change my goal to simply “stop eating chips and candy.” or how about “stop eating in between meals”? honestly, those seem more realistic right now.
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i think i need to define “junk food” for myself: chips, candy, and cookies? chips and candy are fairly easy for me, but cookies are tough. and for now, desserts don’t count. besides, Brian took an apple pie out of the oven about an hour ago. not homemade–Sara Lee.
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these are finally done, thank God. last week, Brian and i woke up too late for me to drink the barium in time to have the abdominal CT scan. not so today. besides, i really didn’t want to go through all that on my birthday. the entire procedure for the sinus and abdominal scan took about 20 minutes, but we were at the hospital for about an hour-and-a-half waiting. just waiting.
they sent me home with the sinus ones so all i need to do is make an appointment with the ENT. i’m not a radiologist or ENT, but because i’ve had this done before and i have an idea what to look for and where, i’m thinking that it doesn’t look good. if i’m reading them correctly, and there’s a million percent chance that i’m not, it looks like the blockage that was there before has returned. maybe i’m regenerating.
as for the abdominal scans, they’re going to send those results to the chiro later this week. that was an experience, let me tell you. i’ve had barium before, so that wasn’t bad. it certainly isn’t worse than activated charcoal. what was different though, was that they injected me with iodine. as soon as i was shot up, i felt a warm sensation in the back of my throat. the temperature rose, and the heat rapidly traveled from my throat down to the tips of my toes. it was unnerving. fortunately, the sensation lasted just a few minutes. good thing i’m not allergic to iodine. at least i didn’t think i was before i was injected, but now i know for sure. i imagine i’d be dead right now if it turned out that i was, in fact, allergic.
today i came across a site called 43 Things, which i found at Cornelian Cherry. it’s free to open an account and you can list up to 43 things you want to do in your life and see how many people who have accounts share your goal. you can write an entry (or more, i think) for each one, such as the post i wrote before this one, and set it up to automatically post on your blog, too. my list is here and on my sidebar. you can also create a list of things you’ve done.
i, for one, absolutely hate making goals–unless i’m playing hockey. every time i set a goal, i feel like i’m setting myself up for failure. in PHP we had to have one goal each day, even a small one like smiling at someone. well, maybe that isn’t so small for other people. take things a step at a time, people say. start small. i know all these things and they’re true, but sometimes i feel like my goals are trivial compared to other people’s. and i know, you can only compare yourself to yourself, but some thinking patterns are so set and hard to change.
it’s not that it’s dirty or disorganized. what i really need to do is get rid of the clothes i don’t wear because they no longer fit me.i have been thinking about doing this for almost a year, and i can’t bring myself to do it because then i’ll be left with very few items of clothing that i can actually wear. i find that depressing.
my brother sent me this. check it out: Keltech Strikes Back
the winner of bloggo chicago’s/Cell 2187’s Star Wars Daily Trivia Tournament for June is Fed!!! but Fed doesn’t have a blog *cough*hint*cough* so you can’t visit him. congratulations!!!
saw the pdoc today. i gained 4 lbs. since my last visit, which is depressing. not in the clinical sense of the word–you know what i mean. discouraging. sucks. of course it doesn’t help that i’ve been eating like, an entire package of Pepperidge Farm Geneva cookies in one sitting. i don’t think it’s binging, either, because i don’t think i’ve binged since i stopped taking Lamictal. so maybe i really don’t have BED. who knows? all i know is that i’m not happy about my weight.
tomorrow i’m finally going in for the CT scans i was supposed to have done in oh, February? March? when they figure out what the hell is going on with my sinuses and why i’m always sleepy and slightly dizzy, maybe i can finally go back to martial arts, which i’ve been wanting to do but haven’t because i’m afraid of passing out.
besides that, things are going well other than the fact that i still don’t have a direction in life. the pdoc reminded me that several months ago, my goal was to regain my autonomy, and i finally have so that’s a huge step forward. my therapist says the same thing, but to me, it’s nothing compared to my friends who are having babies, getting tenure-track jobs, etc. you know, accomplishing real milestones in their lives. considering that i’m bipolar and couldn’t get out the door or drive or whatever just a few months ago, i suppose it’s a milestone, but because i’ve accomplished more in my life in the past, it diminishes that fact. it wouldn’t be so bad if i hadn’t put myself through college or hadn’t gone to grad school. i don’t know.
Ten On Tuesday
- the Philippines, because Brian’s never been there
- Japan
- China
- France
- Italy
- Spain
- Egypt
- Argentina
- Brasil
- Greece
