Remember Doug, the dog from Up? That is totally how I feel. I’m terribly hair-brained these days. I swear if I don’t write something down the moment I think of it, it’s gone again in the next second. As a result, I’m probably single handedly responsible for the death of many trees as I write down things, cross them off, consolidate other lists…then I go home and I don’t look at the list from work because a) I’m dog tired or b) I need to do stuff for home. If I do actually look at my work list and work on it, home stuff is left hanging. For example I REALLY need to sort my dirty clothes and start laundry. My hamper is WAY overflowing. But the last three nights I’ve been doing things for work so no-go. Hair-brained me completely forgets.
There are times I wonder if I’m ADD. Of course, that would necessitate seeing the doctor for a referral and all that BS. That requires time out of work, (which I ranted about in my last entry), because this doctor has no evening hours. It also requires that there’s nothing on the calendar to take Spawn to, and no meeting to attend after work. Then once you get the referral and see a new doctor, no matter what is wrong with you the doctor relates it to my weight. Um…not EVERYTHING is related to my weight. For example, I have spinal stenosis. It’s difficult and painful to walk very far because a disc in my back gets smooshed. I have had 3 epidural injections but they had little effect. If I want to progress to another treatment to help the pain, I’ll be told to lose weight. An average size person gets listened to and their problems are directly addressed; fluffy people get told to lose weight, as if everything is caused by fat. Another thing, I have arthritis in my knees (had arthroscopic surgery on my right knee at age twenty), my spine, and hands. Those have all been officially diagnosed. I have similar pains in my shoulders and elbows with could be arthritis, but could be tendonitis, which I e had before in those joints. I also have fairly severe psoriasis on my scalp, but have been told my arthritis can’t be psoriatic arthritis because my joints aren’t swollen enough. Lose weight, the arthritis will improve. Dude that may help my knees, but it’s not going to fix the arthritis in my hands! I’ve experienced this routine so many times, I haven’t the patience to deal with getting ADD or arthritis diagnoses right now. I can’t manage all of Spawn’s doctors and a bunch of new ones for me as well.
Speaking of Spawn, the not doing work/not turning in work has started. Right now he’s out with Supergeek playing D & D, because Supergeek doesn’t know Spawn still hasn’t finished and turned in his psych paper. By the time I found out it wasn’t done, they were already driving to the game. Grrrrr. And the Charlie Foxtrot that is his school continues. Spawn told me that the boys bathroom he uses in the afternoon never has toilet paper or soap. He asked me to tell his school that it’s like that every day, because he doesn’t know who to tell there. Now, I don’t want to draw attention to the fact Spawn uses the boy’s bathroom, just because we don’t need someone to start a ruckus about something that is taking place with no problems. So I don’t want to go through the office or an administrator. I thought I’d go right to the source and email the maintenance supervisor about the problem. Found the supervisor’s email, sent the message, yay me. Nope. Email got bounced back, no such email address. I freaking copied and pasted it from the school website! This website won awards several years ago for being so great. I swear no one has updated it since. The staff list is so out of date it’s ridiculous. So I wasted my time and I still need to call the damn school about no TP or soap in the bathroom. Seriously????
Just remembered, I keep meaning to go through all the good in the fridge and toss the old stuff. Damnit. And I just remembered I need to change the cat litter too. Supergeek has different kitchen standards than I do, so asking him to clean the fridge…not a good idea. And he gets completely grossed out by cat poop, pee, or vomit, like dry heaving sick, so I do that job. After all they are my cats. I should put my foot down and insist he fix the phone lines downstairs though. They’ve been effed up for months. If I didn’t have a cell phone I’d be screwed. If he fixed that, maybe I won’t feel like I have to take care of ALL the household stuff. Feeling like I have to do everything is making me cranky, especially when I come home after spending 10 hours at work and he’s sleeping while “watching” TV. I really try to not be a bitch while he’s going through this and needs my moral support, but it’s hard when I come home tired and sore, and most days lately he’s snoring away when I arrive. Plus when I wake him, he’s cranky with me at first. Every. Time.
So I’m dicking around online, and they’re playing D & D. What I need to do is finish my list here and go do shit at home. And get them to do shit at home. That’s a lot of shit. Which reminds me again I have to change the cat litter *sigh* I’ll get right on that.