In Coffee Spoons

I had a bunch of stuff to write about, because I've actually been out interacting with people for a change, but I just got back from getting my blood drawn and the nurse tried both arms and couldn't find a vein and then tried my hand twice and finally got a vein and the hand is fucking extra painful on top of the three stabs I'd already gotten and I totally passed out and I still feel really shaky and weird.

At least I didn't puke.

Hey, actual stuff is happening in my life. I think actual events in my life comprise about two percent of this journal.

I finally got a job doing one-hour photo at Rite Aid. I'm not getting much time in at all, but it took me so goddamn long just to get this. And as I understand it, Barack Obama is going to give us all a six-figure job and a tub of prescription medications upon inaugaration.

Things I have processed photos of:

* Newborn puppies
* Homely children
* Republican National Convention
* Dead deer
* My thumbs

I'm also back in school, or will be starting in January, for a two-semester CMC course. CMC stands for Certified Medical Clerk, but I plan to make up much more interesting answers for conversation. Medical Terminology class + Medical Ethics & Law class = Dr. Gregory House v2.0.

Last but not least, my goddamn meds quit working. Well, sort of. The beneficial effects stopped, and the side effects kicked in full force. Awesome. My GP offered to add Zyprexa to my meds, which would be combining an antidepressant, an anticonvulsant, and an antipsychotic. My GP is a GP for a reason. Time to find a psychiatrist.

Further bulletins as events warrant. (That is probably a well-intentioned lie.)

Sick evil death sick.

Internet intermittently fucked.

Messing with changing banks, money orders, and other unfun stuff.

Genuine update when situation improves.