So, I’ve had an interesting time of it this month. I thought I was having a gallbladder attack, and got admitted to a local hospital for five days. I haven’t been inpatient anywhere since my car wreck back in 2005, but it was a pretty decent stay. Dilauted makes the little inconveniences of a hospital visit very tolerable. It wasn’t my gallbladder, rather, it was an inflamed esophagus which mimicked the pain of the gallbladder going all funky. But after five days, they let me go with some new medicine, and I’m trying to eat a little better as well. Basically all the things I really loved, I really have to cut down on … way down.
Job is what it is. Could be better, could be a hell of a lot worse. It’s employment in the Great Lakes State, and that in itself is impressive. I’d love to stay at home and write full time, but that’s probably not going to happen anytime soon. So I stick with the steady 9-to-5 gig, write when I can, and hope for the lottery to throw a little luck my way. Someday I’d really love to do something other than social work, and I’m looking into financial aid for my master’s so that one day I can teach at the college level. I think I’m going to go for an online degree, one that I can work and go to school at the same time. So I’m planning to do that, work for the next year or two, and then after geting my master’s, look for a teaching job. Being a direct care social worker at age 42 is, at times, challenging, though I do enjoy the people I work with very much.
I have quit the nasty and rather addictive habit of Snus, or more precisely, moved my habit back into the realm of the electronic cigarette, which I hope will decrease with time, though lately it hasn’t. But at least I’m trying and I’m tobacco free, if not nicotine free just yet.