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devilgrrlI've come to the conclusion that the worst thing someone can do is to get you to start thinking about something like "headlice" or "chicken pox" and you automatically start itching like there's no tomorrow. I personally have been itching since last night.
Evidently, despite having had the shot (without Steven's knowledge [a big no-no], I might add), El Kiddo seems to have contracted what is either a cold, prickly heat/eczema, or the chicken pox. Which one of these it is is one of life's great mysteries since she has, evidently, decided not to take him to see his pediatrician. Hey... could be asian bird flu! Who knows!
So Steven told me this last night and, coincidently, I've been scratching since then. This could also be directly related to the new detergent we're using or the new body wash I've been using. Either way, it's no fun, at all. I've taken an assload of benedryl and sudafed and I am feeling a touch less itchy.. Probably allergies. Go, me.
What else is new..? Still trying to find another job, but no one's called back. I found a note from the new girl complaining about me to one of the other girls there. She also can no longer work Sundays. There's no way in hell I'm going to go back to killing myself for full week-ends. It was way too stressful. I'll straight out quit first. Here's hoping that I can find something else before push comes to shove.
La la la, I should be doing dishes. We found an ant this morning and there's nothing I hate more than ants, except for spiders. Just gross.
Other than downloading a list of counselors to deal with the reoccurrent nightmares, I have not done anything of use yet today. I still need to call a few places about apartments, I need to call and actually make counseling appointments, I need to find food for lunch (that would be novel), and, above all, I need to check the mail.
Here's to another day.
Evidently, despite having had the shot (without Steven's knowledge [a big no-no], I might add), El Kiddo seems to have contracted what is either a cold, prickly heat/eczema, or the chicken pox. Which one of these it is is one of life's great mysteries since she has, evidently, decided not to take him to see his pediatrician. Hey... could be asian bird flu! Who knows!
So Steven told me this last night and, coincidently, I've been scratching since then. This could also be directly related to the new detergent we're using or the new body wash I've been using. Either way, it's no fun, at all. I've taken an assload of benedryl and sudafed and I am feeling a touch less itchy.. Probably allergies. Go, me.
What else is new..? Still trying to find another job, but no one's called back. I found a note from the new girl complaining about me to one of the other girls there. She also can no longer work Sundays. There's no way in hell I'm going to go back to killing myself for full week-ends. It was way too stressful. I'll straight out quit first. Here's hoping that I can find something else before push comes to shove.
La la la, I should be doing dishes. We found an ant this morning and there's nothing I hate more than ants, except for spiders. Just gross.
Other than downloading a list of counselors to deal with the reoccurrent nightmares, I have not done anything of use yet today. I still need to call a few places about apartments, I need to call and actually make counseling appointments, I need to find food for lunch (that would be novel), and, above all, I need to check the mail.
Here's to another day.