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May. 14th, 2024 08:44 amYesterday was rough. I had trouble staying awake at work because I'd had so little sleep. On my way home I got a text from the apartment complex that there was a leak upstairs and they wanted to check our apartment. I told them I'd be home late and that we could do it Tuesday, so when I got home I had to patch the wall corners that Tibby'd mauled. I got them looking pretty good, definitely not my best work doing it on such a time crunch, but they look like any other apartment door frame that's seen furniture shoved through it, so I'm calling it a win.
The state jail inspectors did not, in fact, show up yesterday. But, unexpectedly, some folks came from the DOJ, who came through the cafeteria with one of the Chiefs while I was in there for lunch. They were there to look at the progress of our renovation project. The state guys are definitely here today because it is chaos, running drills and doing last-minute cleaning and such.
This will be a quiet week for me, as my part of the inspection (gathering paperwork) is done before they arrive, so I just get to watch everyone else run around like crazy from the safety of my little grey office.
My doctor officially announced her retirement, so now I need to find someone new. I could stay with the current office and switch to her replacement, but I can never get appointments when I need them. The closest is always a month out, even for virtual visits. Doesn't really help when I need to get in there for a diverticulitis flare up that need meds right away. I'm having a flare right now, and the closest appointment is June 10th. -_- I emailed the PA to see if they could just refill the meds without an actual appointment, and she sent the refill order to my pharmacy, so at least I was able to get that done. She told me to follow up with my GI doc, who I also have to replace because I don't like him (he's dismissive of my complaints, and he missed the diverticulitis, which he said I wasn't old enough to have and so ignored my symptoms, but which my now retired doc said is super easy to see with a basic ultrasound, so yeah, he sucks.)
Had a lot of stress dreams last night, which is strange because I don't feel particularly stressed. I dreamt about my current workplace for the first time ever, which hasn't happened since I worked in retail. I also dreamt that I was trying to get ready for an event and was rushing to finish two different 1890s dresses, neither of which I finished and so I could only wear pieces of either one, like a sleeve from one dress, with some skirt panels pinned to my waist from the other. I guess this means that I need to finish the Opera dress so it's not staring at me from across the living room anymore.
The state jail inspectors did not, in fact, show up yesterday. But, unexpectedly, some folks came from the DOJ, who came through the cafeteria with one of the Chiefs while I was in there for lunch. They were there to look at the progress of our renovation project. The state guys are definitely here today because it is chaos, running drills and doing last-minute cleaning and such.
This will be a quiet week for me, as my part of the inspection (gathering paperwork) is done before they arrive, so I just get to watch everyone else run around like crazy from the safety of my little grey office.
My doctor officially announced her retirement, so now I need to find someone new. I could stay with the current office and switch to her replacement, but I can never get appointments when I need them. The closest is always a month out, even for virtual visits. Doesn't really help when I need to get in there for a diverticulitis flare up that need meds right away. I'm having a flare right now, and the closest appointment is June 10th. -_- I emailed the PA to see if they could just refill the meds without an actual appointment, and she sent the refill order to my pharmacy, so at least I was able to get that done. She told me to follow up with my GI doc, who I also have to replace because I don't like him (he's dismissive of my complaints, and he missed the diverticulitis, which he said I wasn't old enough to have and so ignored my symptoms, but which my now retired doc said is super easy to see with a basic ultrasound, so yeah, he sucks.)
Had a lot of stress dreams last night, which is strange because I don't feel particularly stressed. I dreamt about my current workplace for the first time ever, which hasn't happened since I worked in retail. I also dreamt that I was trying to get ready for an event and was rushing to finish two different 1890s dresses, neither of which I finished and so I could only wear pieces of either one, like a sleeve from one dress, with some skirt panels pinned to my waist from the other. I guess this means that I need to finish the Opera dress so it's not staring at me from across the living room anymore.