FINALLY CATCHING UP

It was more than five months ago that I started this blog and it hasn't worked out as I'd expected. Got thrown some curve balls--people getting sick, dying, myself included (getting sick, not dying). I had signed up for a Microsoft Office course that bottomed out less than 24 hours before it was supposed to start. I've been hurt--I realize at some times I was too sensitive and I was being unrealistic. And I hurt people, too, for which I'm sorry.

At the end of November I started feeling tired. It was my day off so I just stayed home, even though I would rather have gone out. Next day I called in sick and Bossman asked if I could just drink some more fluids and come in. The day (night) after that I got out of bed and felt so sick and dizzy I went back to bed, even though there were free sandwiches at work. My mouth hurt, too, which I put down to getting overzealous with the toothbrush. The next morning I made it to work and to the urgent care center and got a prescription for Augmentin, which knocked out the infection.

Fast forward to the Friday before Christmas. The pain started coming back so I went back to the urgent care center and got a script for Z-pak, which is not the best thing for abscessed teeth. The pain got worse and worse. By Christmas Eve I was so miserable I was screaming at people. Christmas Day the pain was down to the bone, temperatures were down in the thirties and the wind was blowing. December 26th my dentist couldn't see me so I went to the ER where they gave me another prescription for Augmentin. Got the tooth pulled two days later and had a couple teeth filled, one of which was a really deep filling and hurt for a while--it's still giving me pain. For the past several years a couple doctors, including the one who took out my gall bladder,  have suggested I see an ENT so I went to one of them, too, to rule out any other cause of pain, nausea, fatigue etc. He scheduled a CT scan for March 2, which had to wait until the 15th, probably due to the Nor'easter.

Despite my bitching and moaning I was trying to be positive about the whole thing but it got tough. Some days it's tough to get out of bed, shower, shampoo and put on clean clothes, let alone make myself up and do my hair nicely. I don't like the place where I'm living and I want to move but I am scared--scared I will end up in a worse situation and scared of more rejection.