Well the car hasn't done anything weird all day. I suppose I'll have to go check on it every hour tonight to make sure it doesn't spazz out with the alarm and enrage my neighbors again. Terror, terror, terror. I've noticed when I lock the car it doesn't beep anymore. For awhile I stopped feeling queasy but it's back again. I'm sort of hungry though. My throat is bothering me too. In the past week when I swallow I can feel the scar tissue back there. I don't know why it is bothering me right now, when I've lived with this for ten years. It's annoying, and crazy making, and does not help my hypochondriac tendencies. (Every time I feel bad my first thought is that I'm dying of cancer.) Consistency, consistency.
One of my coworkers just said "We're not paid to care! I'm not going to waste my time being sympathetic to someone crying on the phone." Lord. You know, I understand how it gets vexing to deal with people who call and cry/scream/wail about stuff that's so not abuse but whiskey tango foxtrot? I am so often horrified by people.
I made an appointment for dental cleaning on Monday. These things are so expensive. I can't afford to take on the debt for getting my lower jaw fixed yet. I just hope they tell me I don't have any new cavities. I need to make some other doctor appointments for February, but I've just put off thinking about them. Going to the doctor spikes my blood pressure. I hope they don't want more blood.
Just one more day to slog through tomorrow and then I get a weekend. Then I get to have my weekend of barbeque, kolach and the sound of my Slinky Planet Moscow cds once again. Oh happiness. I really am looking forward to driving around, even though I've never been big on long distance driving. There's a brilliant place in Taylor, kolache down 71, and a lot of pretty country to cover. It's too bad the Shiner brewery is not open on weekends, or I could go ogle the giant vats of fermenting grains. Mmm beer.
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