can’t feel the heat from the barley bag anymore. at least the pain in my left leg is new enough to distract me from the four-year-old pain in my right leg.
you know when your fingers get really stiff and sore and all you need to do is crack your knuckles to fix them? that’s how it feels, but you can’t really crack a thigh mid-bone
remember when I thought the chairs at work were hurting my back? that pain never went away, it only shifted. it is now in my left leg from hip to knee and is much, much worse which means I have to cave and make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I’ve never met my doctor. I’m not even sure how to pronounce his name.
I want to stay up knitting my hat but my sister has a dress fitting at 2pm tomorrow that I don’t know if I’m supposed to go to or not. I’m the maid of honour so I would assume so, but she still hasn’t technically told me about it and I don’t know who all is going since some of her friends will be there and she hasn’t responded to my email. And my mom has no idea what’s going on and who’s coming for dinner or even if my sister and her fiance are staying overnight and jesus christ this family sucks at communicating
Interview went well. One of the interviewers is a nerdfighter and they told me that getting into university while working there would be a good thing (I would be a “success story” and they would get more funding). I got there early (like you’re supposed to) and they were still doing an interview and that girl has a B Ed, had her references with her, and a portfolio. And she was talking about privilege when they got to computers. I went the benefits of tumblr route and we talked about Lizzie Bennet Diaries and how John and Hank are using technology to build a community and how social networking is beneficial and detrimental for mental health. And how I hated trenton as a kid and wanted nothing more than to get away, but now that it’s getting cleaned up, I’m a bit more willing to be part of that but still want to move somewhere else
my cat has potentially been spotted a block away (well within her normal roaming range) so that’s good. they’re going to try and catch her for us. I went up to take a quick look along the street since it’s only 2 blocks long, but there’s not much I could do without trespassing.
but still: potential Toucan sighting! that means the cat-killing bastards haven’t gotten her :D
and now to get dressed and go to the clinic to fill out forms. I’m about 50% “yay! I have a doctor! I can get my leg sorted out!” and 50% “well shit, I have a doctor and I’m going to find out that I have diabetes or going to be fat-shamed, or at absolute minimum have to tell very intimate details to”
this is very conflicting, so I’m trying to focus on how to explain my leg pain on the forms if it comes up.
Friday evening: secret mission assigned
Saturday: couldn’t get away without causing suspicion
Sunday: Florist closed
Monday: Florist closed
Today: shitty weather and unploughed sidewalks
Deadline: 4:30pm today.
I have various aspects of my life that are very stressful but thankfully my most stressful decision today is whether I wear boots or flats to Kingston tonight.
how did I even pass this class? none of this shit makes any sense. How am I supposed to know what any of these tenses and cases mean in Latin if I haven’t even learned them in English?
well, until I come home from the pub and put on my pyjamas and have dirty clothes again… and they won’t even be dirty unless I spill something.
I absolutely despise chores that are never done, like laundry and dishes, so I am really enjoying these few short hours where I actually don’t have any dirty clothes. at all. it’s oddly liberating.
as my parents’ completely unqualified resident IT pro:
as my sister’s maid of honour:
as a potential future student:
