Domestic Geek

Man, after working all day yesterday and getting very little sleep thanks to the vicodin the previous two nights, I was out like a light the minute my head hit the pillow about 4:30 pm yesterday. I think I got up for about an hour to eat some of the pizza that Marcus brought home, took a swig of NyQuil and then I was out again. Even his talking to his friends online while playing Call of Duty didn't phase me. I slept straight through until 8:30 this morning. My back hurt something fierce when I got up, though.

I did manage to get the thermostat changed on my car today (with Marcus' much appreciated help). I hope that took care of the overheating problem. We'll find out for sure when I try to go to work tomorrow. Then I just need to make it through the next few days until I can get these bad teeth out. Until I can afford dentures or implants, I'm going to be eating a lot of soft food.

I hope I can get a shift of OT every week. That would sure help out my money situation. It would sure be better than trying to schedule a 2nd job. It'll suck only having one day off a week, but if I found a 2nd part time job, I might not get any days off.

I'm not a fan of Vicodin (or Hydrocodone, the generic one I actually took). After two nights of taking this stuff, no more! I don't see how people become addicted to this because it didn't help my pain AT ALL! I wasn't imagining it the night before, it did make my pain worse. I was also not a big fan of the loopy feeling I got about five minutes after typing up last night's post. People actually like that feeling? I don't get it. Things seemed so far away and out of perspective. I was having trouble walking and the littlest things made me jumpy. Then I couldn't feel my arms, though the stabbing pains in my face were very real. Then as I tried to just lie there and hope something took effect, it suddenly felt like someone was standing on my foot. Weird. We also had a horrible thunderstorm and the sounds of it all were terribly amplified. I ended up getting out of bed and surfing for awhile until my face quit aching and I was actually tired. I thought this stuff was supposed to make you drowsy, too? Nope, not me. NyQuil seems to do a better job of knocking me out. All I know is, it was 2:30 am before I finally went to sleep and it's now 6:15 and I need to go to work, but I haven't slept much, I've got that yucky medicine induced dry mouth and groggy drugged feeling. So glad I had insurance to help cover the cost of those pills because I'd be raging mad if I'd paid full price for that waste of money.

Yesterday I saw a friend from Platt at work who was taking a tour of the facility with her new client. I haven't seen her since the art show last November. We squealed like little girls when we saw each other. Ha! Anywho, we promised each other we'd get together for lunch soon and we'd include another friend, if possible. Well, I wrote this other friend an email today and waited all day wondering why she had not responded. I'm sitting here closing Firefox windows and there's the email...not yet sent. D'oh!

A teaser for this week's episode of The Office [via Freakgirl]:

Is it wrong that I just visited the web site of the place I was let go from last July and am just a little happy that I discovered that they're producing even less magazines than they were at the time I left? I've even noticed that at least two franchisees are totally gone and those remaining have not built up any new areas (and a couple have even lost ground). The owner was all talk about how within a year he was going to have all these new franchises and x number of magazines and there would be double the design staff so that they would have to move into a bigger office. With all the similar publications I see come through where I work now, I knew they couldn't be faring that well, but I had no idea they were losing ground. I know the Karma police are going to get me for this, but I'm giddy with glee. I can just imagine how they're all still at each other's throats with so little to do. The process sucked at the time, but I am so glad I no longer work down there.