Sprained my wrist at work. Like, BAD. Feet went out from under me due to loose gravel, landed hard with my full body weight on my wrist.
Seriously considering putting in my two weeks on Monday….
Think I’m gonna start tomorrow after work by looking around yet again for another job.
Went back to work today. Shouldn’t have. Creaky old man ‘rona joints. Sluggish. Weak.
Supervisor called me lazy to my face, reamed me out over shit that happened while I’d been outta work.
Feel like a failure. May go drown myself in the shower.
Whatever.
Tired of feeling like I’m two feet tall.
Can’t sleep. Ears hurt. Arms and legs still messed up. Ducking long form Covid BS.
I’m just so sick of all of this. Either leave me be or kill me, but pick one.
Not sure if I’ll get any sleep tonight. Given that I’m supposed to go back to work Tuesday…damn it all.
Finally just put on my gloves and relocated Wayne to a tree above my garden.
Dad’s birthday today…still hurts after all this time, also apparently my cousin had a baby today. From the sound of things I was the last family member to find out, and it was my stepmother who told me. And my stepmom apparently had surgery for a cancer scare and didn’t bother to tell me.
Gotta go in to replace and completely dead battery at some point before I return to work…with money I don’t have cuz I’ve been outta work almost two weeks.
I just…you know what, there’s a bottle of Honey Jack with my name on it and I don’t have anything to do tomorrow cuz I can’t leave the house anyway.
Fuck Corona, and fuck this entire day.
Random comment here, this bat is the most chill wild animal I’ve seen in a while. He relocated to hangin onto the folding divider separating my living room and my kitchen. I’ve opened and closed this thing multiple times to keep the a/c working. My new roomie just chills. Opened his eyes and squeaked at me, then went back to sleep without a care in the world.
I’m starting to think he’s old or sick. Either way I may have to call animal control in the morning.
Well, my car is dead. As in, completely, lights won’t turn in, the little red light that signals ignition won’t work, nothing. It’s a paper weight.
I need a vacation.
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Battery, alternator, solenoid switch perhaps?
Unknown. By the time I go back to work I’ll have been out almost two weeks. Can’t afford to fix any of it anyway.
Woke up just now to an interesting surprise. I have a new room mate. There’s a bat, just…chilling over my sofa. Fast asleep. Probably gonna block off every room, open the door, and let him fly on out once he wakes up. Trying to remove him by hand…find motor control starting to be affected by the corona…I’m sort of afraid I’d squish him.
I have named him Wayne.
Out of work for the foreseeable future. Chances are I was misdiagnosed and it’s not flu but the new corona variant, eg 5.
Arms and legs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds, I get winded walking 50 yards, and my head constantly feels like it’s gonna explode. This shit either needs to go away or kill me.
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I am so sorry. I hope you feel better soon.
Wow. Hope you feel better.
-Peers at the rest of VR and eagerly munches popcorn-
I...-shakes head- No words. Seriously.
I'm not dead. Just wishing I was. Don't really wanna go back to work on Wednesday. ...Wish I could afford a vacation.
Awake. …starting to feel worse. Stomach cramps and a wicked migraine now. Bleh. So scattered brained I had to come back and re edit this, since I never actually mentioned what’s going on.
I got diagnosed with the flu.
Explains the heavy limbs, the fuzzy feeling in my head and the sore throat. -sigh-
I’m outta work until the 16th.
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Hope you get over this soon. Damn I didn't even know flu was here yet.
At least it's just the flu and not strep or Covid. So, small blessings.
I hope you feel better soon.
Dear Lord…
Okay, so one of my co workers at the ranch is out with strep. Another one may have the new Covid strain. The boss has Covid, I may have Covid and/or strep, and apparently my cousin went to urgent care tonight with chronic diarrhea and numbness in her arms and legs.
Everyone is falling apart.
I did go from a size 38 waist to a size 36, so that’s kinda cool. But it’s also the only good news I’ve had in…some time.
FML…
My stepmom got the time of the funeral wrong. So now I’m here at the funeral home an hour and twenty five minutes before it starts twiddling my damn thumbs.
I hate funerals. I’m tired of losing folk, it never seems to get any better, and I just wanna curl up and pretend the world doesn’t exist.
Can’t do that though.
Another day, another opportunity to be yelled at by the supervisor at work. …-sigh-
Best job I ever worked and she makes me hate every second of it. House falling apart around me, don’t have the money to fix it, or even to leave and find a better job.
…I miss my college years. Life was simpler back then. Had more friends, a decent place to live, wasn’t worried about how I’d pay bills…
Still gotta talk to my stepmom about when the funeral is for her brother.
Fuck I’m tired of losing people.
Bruises my hand at work today. Also found out a cousin of mine is going into a nine month quarantine before she gets a bone marrow transplant. …she’s fifteen and may not live to see twenty five.
Also one of my favorite step uncles died from cancer today.
Fuck this entire day.
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Yes, that is a day. Sorry for your loss.
I'm sorry for your loss, Matthew. If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I'm always around.
My condolences to you and your family over the loss of your Uncle.
Thank you all for the kind words. Truly.
I am so sorry.
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