Feeling a little Red Eye

Believe it or not, the red eye isn't from crying.  I kind of think this gel that I took to help me with these stupid bumps is causing an allergic reaction.  I'm not really sure.  Second day in a row I was a little red around my right eye.  I didn't use it last night after I saw how red around the eye I was.  Damn. I was hoping that would work.  Now isn't the time to go back for another appointment when knowing where I'm going to live is a big F ing issue.

I hope this place tomorrow is the place for us.  I felt kind of depressed looking at it and I don't know why.  It does seem nice.  I think things are moving way too fast and I felt like this was our last resort.  It is in a way.  We will have to sell the washer and dryer fast.  

When I woke up this morning, I felt better. I liked the idea I actually won't be that far from my old neighborhood in Bay View.  I liked the idea that I do actually feel safer in that neighborhood.  It's a lot to think about it but I think this is the best option.  I just hope the option doesn't look bad to us when we see a model.  

It's a little cold to have the window open but I figured someone has been traumatized by all this moving around.  She's happy and I like the fact that this place will accept cats without a thousand dollar deposit.  We can actually have two cats.

I hope I can make some progress with my work today.  I'm so annoyed with the diva. I told Corinne about it.  This is why I don't like to talk to people.  They say stupid things like your worrying is useless.  Well, when you ask me a question next time, I will lie because I don't want to hear the words of wisdom that I didn't ask for.  I felt like I was being criticized.  The monster got 60 days to vacate.  We basically got less than 30 days to get out or fear our rent getting raised $400.

I think if we get accepted and if we do have to move by May 1st, it'll be game on.  I wish it would be for June.  It could buy me a little time. I hate the fact that my sister and brother in-law will be at a hotel while they're here because of the chaos that our landlord caused.  Thanks again, asshole.  So oblivious to how foolish he sounded in front of them whining about his life to my 80 something mom.  

I saw that my claim for the ultrasound got approved.  Only $884.  I'll be paying on that until next year.  Sigh.  Even going for a skin irritation is out of the question now, let alone an MRI.  I know the move takes precedence.  The landlord's cruelty has been hard to take.  It really has been.

I hope the good humans have a good day.   I think the diva replaced the lurker.  Damn.  Leave me alone diva. 


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Way Past My Bedtime

 I crashed before Reverend Raphael Warnock's speech.  The power of DVR saved me. I watched it this morning right up to the point where I had to sign in.  It was fantastic.   Hillary was great.  My mom was crying.  It meant a lot to her to have Hillary win that election and she was crushed. I was crushed.  She always fan girls over Hillary.  It was hard for me to decide in 2008 do I go with Barack or Hillary?  She gave a phenomenal speech. I had to watch Joe this morning.  No, I didn't cry like I usually did.  I got a little teary eyed when his daughter finished her speech and introduced him.  That nice man made sure his little boys had a dad that came home every night after they lost their mom and baby sister.  He took his oath of office by their bedsides.  He got a second chance with Jill and having a daughter.  He's such a good human.  Yeah, he looks 81.  He lit that stage on fire with a torch....
Read more

The Dark Things

I sometimes wonder about this when I'm in a brooding mood about how I got treated at a low time in my life.  Or lowest. Would people have been relieved if I just died?   Really.  I have thought the answer was yes.  I'm not talking about my family. I am talking about those who made their discomfort known to me.   They could have had some fake ceremony and a moment of silence.  There wouldn't have been a funeral so they could have forgotten about that part.  They would have excelled at pretending to care about my life if I wasn't here. Then, I had to go do something stupid and survive.  How do we deal with that?  My mentor even mentioned to me, well, you know, none of us have dealt with someone being sick.  Oh, should I get a fucking manual for that?  Excuse the F bomb but that was warranted. When I got my schedule for radiation therapy, I had wanted to talk to my manager about it and find out if it was ok.  I had gotte...
Read more

So Here's the Weekend

 I was having a wishful thinking moment last night when I was writing my postcards.  I was wishing for my imaginary friend that has shades of Stephen Colbert mixed in to show up and go for a walk on this humid July night.  We would talk and maybe check out the food trucks that were at the Farmer's Market last night.  Maybe they would be ok.  Maybe they wouldn't.  We would be getting out of the house and just talking about how our week went for both of us. Maybe we would stop at Pick n' Save and get my mom something she asked for.  He would always know how to talk to my mom and he would be someone she's really comfortable around like Charlie.  We would maybe see Charlie mowing the lawn on his usual Friday night task and talk to him. He might have plans with his kids in the morning so we say our good night with a hug or maybe even something else.  No, I'm not going salacious here.  Get your mind out of the gutter.  Maybe we'd see each...
Read more