Partly

Went to the doc yesterday. Really liked her. She was very thorough and, most importantly, she understood what I was telling her. I said that my throat had been quite sore but that it was better now although I can "still feel it when I swallow." She looked into my throat and studies it for quite a long time, then she went, "Swallow please". I do. She watched me and then said "And that didn't hurt?" "No," I say, "but I can feel it." She studied me for a moment, then nodded shortly. I got the feeling that she was reassessing everything I told her based on the fact that what she saw in my throat just caused me to "feel it".

The upshot to the visit was that I most likely have pneumonia. It doesn't look like normal pneumonia (of course not, this is me) and it could be bronchitis but it doesn't look like normal bronchitis (of course not). I have some mighty antibiotics (azithromycin) that I have to take only once a day. She also gave me an inhaler of albuterol, which makes me very shaky when I take two shots of it, but it makes breathing much better. It does tend to make me cough more, though. That may be good. I haven't decided.

I feel much better today. Not nearly as tired as I have been the last week. Although I'm still coughing way to much for me to be happy and I can still feel it when I swallow. I do notice a much looser feeling in my lungs today, and I can breathe a little better.

My car, however, is in the ICU and is going to suck up every bit of money we have.

Yeah, pneumonia and car bills and general ickiness. Heh. Here I thought I'd have a day or two to be happy that I go a job. Now I get to worry about the paycheck gap between this job and that one.

Ah... sleep calls. I can always tell I need to sleep when I start getting all whiney.

I did have some fun at work today. Every time someone said "Oh, sounds like a nasty cold" I got to say, "Nah. It's just pneumonia." You'd be surprised how many people really don't have an answer to that. *grin*

I am tired of being sick.

I am sick of being tired.

The fever that I was fighting every day since Sunday finally broke sometime early this morning. While it's coming back now, I did manage to go fever free most of the day. Yay, for that. Only it still felt like I had an iron band around my head. My brain was seriously fuzzed and it took way to long to do anything today. Nothing I did felt right, nothing that happened felt good.

I had another interview today. I don't usually post these things because the long list of jobs I applied for (and was qualified for) but still did not get depresses me to tears. I was supposed to go to the interview at 4 so I arranged to get off my current (temp) job at 3:30 so I would have time to relax and what not. At 2:45, I get a call at work from the place asking if I could "move it up". To what, I ask. Their answer: Now.

That's just… rude. You don't do that. When I called for the interview, they let me choose my interview time. I chose the best option from the ones they offered. I said….. ah, no. Half because I didn't want to lose pay by leaving, half because it just goes against my nature to jump when someone tells me to.

At 3 I decided I would go to the interview then hit work after, to make up the half-hour I would miss after I was done.

So didn't happen. I got there 15 minutes after they said "now". So what happens? I sit for a half hour until I could go in. The interview takes about 20 minutes then I sit for another 20 minutes until I can take the inane "skills" tests that they gave me.

County office, indeed.

I still would like the job, mind. It's full time, with benefits for the county. Granted it only has funding through December, but I think it not being a permanent thing actually is in my favor for getting it. Still, I left work a half-hour early and all I feel that happened is that I lost a half-hour pay.

There is more. For example, the job I am current working at is also up for interviews. I am very good at it, and everyone (including my supervisor) says I am doing a terrific job. However, my supervisor also said that I am "overqualified" and she feels that I would quit for another job too soon.

All I want is a job in town that pays reasonably well. For those of you not living in small town USA, I'd be happy with $9 – $10 an hour. I'm not looking to make it big or climb any damn corporate latter. I just want a steady job that will help pay the bills. That's it. I'm good at what I do – just ask any of the many people that I have temped for over the past two years.

Hell and damnation.

I say "There is a reason for this. I always get temp jobs that pay what I need. It's this way because the perfect job is right around the corner." I believe it when I say it. But then I didn't get the school tech job that I worked at for a whole year, which everyone said I was perfect for. No. Instead some guy with a perfectly good job in another school district who was ridiculously perfectly qualified had to apply.

I don't really like the job I'm working at now. I don't hate it, but it has way to many numbers and way too much number crunching in it, but I'm good at it. I can do it and it fits all the requirements of a job for me. But, you know, overqualified.

All this would be easier to handle if I felt good. One more day of work. Which is nice except for the small paycheck.

Damn brain. Just can't shut it off.

I think I'll have some Due South, some drugs (the good kind) and then sleep. Maybe life will look better in the morning.

It usually does.