Ok. So. My doctor can’t give me a referral for my knee because she’s presumably in a hospital bed herself. I can’t make an appointment with the other doctor because he’s apparently only calling in prescriptions for her patients, not seeing them. I’m going to have to go to outpatients.

And then! Just to make the day more exciting! The room began spinning yesterday. I went home at 4pm and slept until twenty to seven. When I woke up, the world was still spinning every time I changed directions. I ate; it still spun. I cancelled my plans to go out (argh! rock ranger and slowcoaster together and i missed it!) and went to bed. Where it spun. I assumed that it probably had to do with my period (loss of blood and all), even though such a thing has never happened to me before.

Woke up this morning and the spinning has stopped, but lo and behold! The fucking mouth fungus virus fucking thing is BACK AGAIN. I was unsure because it was only two bumps, but when my head started to tingle and my throat to feel lumpy, I picked up the phone and called the ear/nose/throat Dr. He had told me that if the symptoms return, I was to call and the secretary would get me in that very day. Except, you guessed it! Fucking doctor is out of the fucking office! So I have an appointment for Monday afternoon, and in the meantime the side of my head feels tramped on and pins-and-needles creepy-crawly asleep all at the same time, and my ear is starting to really hurt.

Have I said fuck enough lately? I don’t think I have.

. . .

I’m going to try and throw in some good news. My Phil (aw, fuck it. His name is Kevin. He’s here for the long haul, y’all may as well know his name. Not like anyone reads this damn thing anymore).... My Kev got the promotion-type job he’s been hankering for! He’s super-happy. No more cranky phone calls from work! No more taking an hour to wind down enough to enjoy himself! Nope, he’s all smiles as soon as he walks in the door. And oh, he actually comes IN the door, because instead of getting off when I go to bed, he’s off two whole hours before then. Whoo!

AND, Shauna FINALLY submitted resumes to get out of her crap job. And yesterday she had a spectacular interview. Think happy job-getting thoughts, please!

Plus, he got the job and she got the call for the interview on the same day. The day in which my entire body went downhill, without bothering to pull legs and arms in at all times. That's probably what I get for last week telling Kevin I have enough luck for three people, and I can definitely share it with him, and he's so getting that job because my luck is rubbing off on him.

Well. If it takes a broken knee and a fucked-up head for two of the people I love the most to be happy in their daily lives, bring it on!