And I have no shot. I’m doing, okay. Swelling a little. Moved my allergy meds to the evening and taking it easy a lot. Not pushing myself hard, especially when I have other things planned.
I’ll call tomorrow to see where I am in “the process” of getting my meds – my ignorant delays may put me at two more weeks before my next shot. Meantime I’m also juggling appointments for the kids as it’s about that time for this and that. Sigh. I hate to be thankful I’m not working an 8-5 gig but my bank account isn’t. Going to see if I can start freelancing now that the economy is picking up. I’ve got some websites to design and add to my portfolio.
Some weight loss, still around 230 though. Part of it is switching meds to dinner – I have a light breakfast and lunch now and then a bigger dinner to take all the pills, ten in all. I could buy the fancy all in one version of b-12 and folic acid but feh. I’ll live.
Kinda grumpy. Oh well. I’m sure as I get rest (hard long weekend) and swell down a bit my out look will sunny up a bit. And if not, well, since I’m screwed insurancewise anyway (getting independent insurance with my lovely pre-existing condition so I should find a corporate job asap or fast forward five years to a more universally available health system) I’ll look into talk therapy or more.
Made me think, though, this hard weekend – it’s a darn good thing I do have some form of life insurance. Term, probably 20 odd years left on it, but better than nothing. I shudder to think what would happen if I tried to get a new plan now. Not worth the premiums, I bet – they want to bet on healthy people.