Wednesday nothings
- Driving home last night, had yet another person pull a random lane change to cut me off and drive slow. I quickly changed into the lane they had exited, since it was empty. This, obviously, pissed the driver off... how DARE I change lanes to avoid hitting him? What the hell was I thinking? and he proceeded to speed up & slow down & drive like a maniac in an attempt to force me into an accident. I just dropped my speed and let him have his own little rage party. He should thank Cymbalta. Six months ago, I'd have played his game and killed us both.
- Saw the doc this morning. Got my depo shot, which should level my hormones out (which might help with my depression). I told her I'm doubling up on the Cymbalta, at least through the holidays, and having major problems with stress - more so than usual. Also told her about the stomach pains... she agreed that location sounded like acid reflux but pattern (the pain lessens when I eat) sounds like an ulcer. She gave me a bunch of samples of Nexium ("the purple pill") to see if that helps. I also realized it could be allergies - when I was breaking out in hives all the time, a similar stomach pain was the first symptom. So I'm gonna stop burning my new pumpkin spice candle, and take my new super fuzzy blanket off my bed, and see if the symptoms go away.
- After the docs, I made my usual stop at Bristol Farms for schmany coffee, schmany chocolates, and food. I know have bits of "roasted root vegetables" (my lunch) in my teeth which I can feel but cannot see or remove. My coffee was a "peppermint mocha" but I couldn't taste any peppermint. I don't know why I get coffees there, they're never very good.
- I'm doing paperwork instead of testing today - just to see if anyone else bothers to catch up.
- My mentor won't stop making fun of me for being such a stress ball without cause.
- I do not want to drive to the Oasis concert tomorrow. I want to attend it - I just don't want to commute to it.
- A few details came out about our R&D holiday lunch on Friday.... James Bond theme (nothing says Christmas like James Bond!! WTF?). Some kind of "name the bond girl" contest. Additional lame contests which may prove highly embarrassing to the participants. I'd skip it but we also heard there is a $1000 budget for "prizes"... so....
- Had a happy surprise last night - the red "wide calf" platform lace up knee hi gogo boots that I ordered (from Torrid.com) showed up and... THEY FIT!! Well, they fit my calves. They were too big in the feet. But the box told me all I needed to know to search the interwebs for other, cheaper, suppliers - who also had black in stock (Torrid only had red & white in my size) - so I ordered a smaller, black, pair from someone else.
- I don't want to work but people keep asking me questions so I guess I'll go be productive now.
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Drivers with fragile egos are a big danger. It's like they live for cutting other people off but if you go around them, then they take it personally - as if you have nerve to point out they made a stupid move.
Good luck with all your drugs!
Ohhh, my god that driver is an asshole! I had something similar today as well. Total jackass. I was driving about 40 maybe, toward the weird train track intersection where Elvis fell off the seat. I was at the front of the pack and most cars were pretty well behind me, I was in the right lane a couple hundred feet I guess from the intersection, and this buttwinkle somes FLYING up behind me, changes lanes, goes around me, and then cuts right in front of me, hits his brake and turns in to a residential (i.e., narrow, and especially unexpected) driveway! There were NO cars behind me. And of course Elvis was in the car again today but I didn't have to brake that hard (plus I had him on the hammock hting as well as hooked to the leash around the headrest). But seriously, there was no reason for him to get in front of me, especially going like 50.
I hope the Nexium works for you. What in the candle & blanket are you allergic to (or might be?)
Foo on your mentor for making fun of you! like you choose stress.
I like my mentor so it's okay.
Your posts have made me crave frosting.