Well the last week or so has been a little crazy. For starters, I got the job that I interviewed for last week (yay). So, I'll be teaching 8th grade Language Arts at a very small, rural middle school...I am really looking forward to it, but also very nervous. I don't have a start date or anything yet because the central office in the district has been trying to get their sh*t together for a few days. I guess they have a good excuse now, but I'll get to that part.
On Friday morning, after hearing about the job on Thursday, I went and signed the lease at our new house (another yay) and then Sarah (my MOH) and I stopped by David's Bridal for a quick trip to check out one of those $99 sales. I knew it was unlikely that anything under $100 would fit what I have in mind, but I figured it was worth giving it a try, considering all of the dresses were on sale at least a little bit.
Lo and behold, I FOUND MY DRESS!! It was actually very different from what I have been looking at, but I tried it just on just out of curiosity, and it turned out to be perfect. I really wanted a dress that doesn't look just like every other dress I've seen, and I think I managed to find one that's classy and different and still flattering. I can't wait for the fitting....even thought it won't be in until after Christmas....
So then on Sunday, the remnants of one of those crazy hurricanes blew throught the area, and about half of Louisville still doesn't have power. Luckily, the power at my parents' house was restored on Monday afternoon, but now the water is not fit to drink because the water company doesn't have electricity to run the sanitation. Public schools have been closed all week and probably will be until Monday. There hasn't been a situation like this here since the blizzard in 1993, but I have to say that the problems are being handled really well. The mayor of my hometown in southern Indiana has volunteers going around town and delivering cases of bottled water to people's homes. I'm really very impressed ... although, of course, there are still those people who think they are being neglected and their needs are being ignored...
I get to go see my new classroom tomorrow! Yay!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Hypochondria.
First, my apologies for my depressing previous post. It seems I had reached the final straw that day, but it did mark a turning point because things started getting progressively better after that...except for the cough, which after three weeks, still hasn't gone away. On Saturday night I was at a wedding reception and was in the throes of a coughing spasm, when all of a sudden I felt POP in my left side (around the same area where I was already sore) and the most excruciating pain spread through my body like fire. I sat there for a good minute trying to catch my breath and at the same time trying to decide whether to call someone to pick me up, because I was not sure at that moment whether I'd be able to move the rest of the night. The pain eventually faded back to the dull soreness that had been there before, but the cough continues. In the past week, I have finished an entire bottle of regular Robitussin and another bottle of the nighttime stuff, which works only well enough to allow me to sleep. Sorta.
Hence the hypochondria.
Actually, Sarah, a friend of a friend who happens to read this blog (shout out!) started it. My hyphochondria, that is. She suggested that I might actually have whooping cough, because she had similar symptoms to mine in the past and was eventually diagnosed with it herself.
This was surprising to me because I had assumed that getting it was similar to being diagnosed with smallpox. Or polio. As in, the chances are like one in a million. And only if you've visited a third world country. In the past 90 days. Or some crap like that. Of course, being the self-diagnosis queen that I am, I began researching whooping cough and found that doctors have recently realized that the vaccine we get when we're kids wears off in our 20s (which confirmed what Sarah had already told me). So most of the people diagnosed with it now are either adults or infants who haven't been vaccinated yet. My symptoms are actually perfectly in line with the symptoms described on every website I've found.
Therefore, I have diagnosed myself with whooping cough. Go ahead, call me a hypochondriac. I know.
So, I'm going to see a doctor sometime tomorrow, and hopefully I can convince them to do the swab test. Or else just get me some damn antibiotics and cough medicine that works, so I don't break any more ribs.
(Note to readers: if you have been around me in the past three weeks, you might want to research and be on the lookout for the symptoms. Or even see a doctor and get an antibiotic just in case. Ethromycin should do the trick.)
In other news unrelated to my health issues, we found a house that we like and were approved for it. We're going to move in at the end of the month, which works well because we won't be paying double-rent. The house is the perfect size, has a huge backyard for Addie, and a sunporch which will be awesome.
Also, I interviewed this morning for another teaching job. Keep your fingers crossed.
So I guess things are getting better.
Game on, bitches. ;-) (Sorry, I just really love the Paris Hilton commercial on MTV...)
Hence the hypochondria.
Actually, Sarah, a friend of a friend who happens to read this blog (shout out!) started it. My hyphochondria, that is. She suggested that I might actually have whooping cough, because she had similar symptoms to mine in the past and was eventually diagnosed with it herself.
This was surprising to me because I had assumed that getting it was similar to being diagnosed with smallpox. Or polio. As in, the chances are like one in a million. And only if you've visited a third world country. In the past 90 days. Or some crap like that. Of course, being the self-diagnosis queen that I am, I began researching whooping cough and found that doctors have recently realized that the vaccine we get when we're kids wears off in our 20s (which confirmed what Sarah had already told me). So most of the people diagnosed with it now are either adults or infants who haven't been vaccinated yet. My symptoms are actually perfectly in line with the symptoms described on every website I've found.
Therefore, I have diagnosed myself with whooping cough. Go ahead, call me a hypochondriac. I know.
So, I'm going to see a doctor sometime tomorrow, and hopefully I can convince them to do the swab test. Or else just get me some damn antibiotics and cough medicine that works, so I don't break any more ribs.
(Note to readers: if you have been around me in the past three weeks, you might want to research and be on the lookout for the symptoms. Or even see a doctor and get an antibiotic just in case. Ethromycin should do the trick.)
In other news unrelated to my health issues, we found a house that we like and were approved for it. We're going to move in at the end of the month, which works well because we won't be paying double-rent. The house is the perfect size, has a huge backyard for Addie, and a sunporch which will be awesome.
Also, I interviewed this morning for another teaching job. Keep your fingers crossed.
So I guess things are getting better.
Game on, bitches. ;-) (Sorry, I just really love the Paris Hilton commercial on MTV...)
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Seriously people, enough is enough.
I'm starting to lose faith, and patience, and maybe even my sanity all together.
1. I have been sick with some kind of respiratory infection for the past two weeks. I haven't been to the doctor because I was rejected for individual health insurance due to some obscure mental health diagnosis by some doctor four years ago, whose opinion was then negated when I saw the next doctor. Nevertheless, Humana seems to think I am "uninsurable" under an individual plan, and for the first time in 24 years, I am without health insurance, and my body has decided that now is a good time to fall apart. I have taken every OTC drug known to man, I think, trying to stop this cough -- I coughed so hard last night that I have either pulled a muscle, cracked a rib, or caused some kind of hernia in my abdomen. Which is great because now coughing is twice as painful. I have Vick's vapo-rub practically shoved up my nose (which is helping) and I've been sucking on nasty mentho-cough drops -- I'm really about mentholed-out, here. Oh, and the heating pad that I sleep with against my throat has become my best friend. I mean really.
2. I still don't have a job (which is why I don't have health insurance, obviously) and I interviewed for some crappy hotel desk job yesterday. Get this -- I DIDN'T GET THAT JOB EITHER. I mean for cryin' out loud, what does a girl have to do?!?!
3. The house that we found that we really really liked that had the finished attic and I was all excited about -- rejected for THAT too. The landlords decided they wanted to rent it to people who don't have a dog. Thanks a lot, pal. So I guess we'll be living with my parents for a while. Oh well.
Everything is starting to add up here and I am beginning to wonder if the universe is aligning against me as some sort of paybacks for leaving Chicago, quitting my job, and actually going after what I want. I wonder what Randy Pausch would have to say about this mess.
1. I have been sick with some kind of respiratory infection for the past two weeks. I haven't been to the doctor because I was rejected for individual health insurance due to some obscure mental health diagnosis by some doctor four years ago, whose opinion was then negated when I saw the next doctor. Nevertheless, Humana seems to think I am "uninsurable" under an individual plan, and for the first time in 24 years, I am without health insurance, and my body has decided that now is a good time to fall apart. I have taken every OTC drug known to man, I think, trying to stop this cough -- I coughed so hard last night that I have either pulled a muscle, cracked a rib, or caused some kind of hernia in my abdomen. Which is great because now coughing is twice as painful. I have Vick's vapo-rub practically shoved up my nose (which is helping) and I've been sucking on nasty mentho-cough drops -- I'm really about mentholed-out, here. Oh, and the heating pad that I sleep with against my throat has become my best friend. I mean really.
2. I still don't have a job (which is why I don't have health insurance, obviously) and I interviewed for some crappy hotel desk job yesterday. Get this -- I DIDN'T GET THAT JOB EITHER. I mean for cryin' out loud, what does a girl have to do?!?!
3. The house that we found that we really really liked that had the finished attic and I was all excited about -- rejected for THAT too. The landlords decided they wanted to rent it to people who don't have a dog. Thanks a lot, pal. So I guess we'll be living with my parents for a while. Oh well.
Everything is starting to add up here and I am beginning to wonder if the universe is aligning against me as some sort of paybacks for leaving Chicago, quitting my job, and actually going after what I want. I wonder what Randy Pausch would have to say about this mess.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Trying not to get my hopes up but....
Well, I didn't get the job that I interviewed for a week ago. The principal said I had a 'wonderful interview' but that another candidate had dual certification -- meaning that he/she was certified to teach Language Arts as well as another content area. Unfortunately, there's really nothing I can do about not having dual certification without going to school full time for a year, and that's not including working on my Master's -- not really an option right now. So, as far as the things I could control -- my interview, specifically -- I did my best and it was okay, so that helps soothe the sting of rejection. A little.
I heard rumor of another LA job that is supposed to open up because somebody quit already, but I haven't seen the posting yet. I did email the principal of that school, so we'll see. So far I haven't heard anything yet, so in the meantime, I have an interview tomorrow at a hotel to work at the front desk. I'm not sure what it pays or whether it offers insurance, but as far as I'm concerned, a job is a job at this point!
On to brighter topics: fiance and I are looking for somewhere to live, preferrably in a house because of the puppy. I found a house that I really, really love and I'm afraid to pass it up. It is a cute little 3 bedroom, and the third bedroom is actually in the finished attic!
I have already decided that I'm going to turn it into my office/tv area. That is, if we get it...
The guy who owns the house (who is, by the way, about 27 and his name is Brad) said there is another guy who wants the house, but apparently Brad didn't get a good "vibe" from the guy. Our bigger problem, however, is that fiance didn't notify the current landlords soon enough, so he's stuck paying rent at our old apartment for September. Therefore, we are trying to work out a deal with Brad so that we could move in mid-month and pay a pro-rated rate, which would save us about $400. He's discussing it with his live-in girlfriend and letting us know.
At least if we get this house, it will give me something to be excited about. :)
I heard rumor of another LA job that is supposed to open up because somebody quit already, but I haven't seen the posting yet. I did email the principal of that school, so we'll see. So far I haven't heard anything yet, so in the meantime, I have an interview tomorrow at a hotel to work at the front desk. I'm not sure what it pays or whether it offers insurance, but as far as I'm concerned, a job is a job at this point!
On to brighter topics: fiance and I are looking for somewhere to live, preferrably in a house because of the puppy. I found a house that I really, really love and I'm afraid to pass it up. It is a cute little 3 bedroom, and the third bedroom is actually in the finished attic!
I have already decided that I'm going to turn it into my office/tv area. That is, if we get it...
The guy who owns the house (who is, by the way, about 27 and his name is Brad) said there is another guy who wants the house, but apparently Brad didn't get a good "vibe" from the guy. Our bigger problem, however, is that fiance didn't notify the current landlords soon enough, so he's stuck paying rent at our old apartment for September. Therefore, we are trying to work out a deal with Brad so that we could move in mid-month and pay a pro-rated rate, which would save us about $400. He's discussing it with his live-in girlfriend and letting us know.
At least if we get this house, it will give me something to be excited about. :)
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