  So, really thought I was getting better, was sure that I would be able to work yesterday. I woke up at five, did the blog, fed the animals, and read. Kurt woke up as I was starting to fall back to sleep. Kurt woke me up around two thirty in the afternoon. I was shaking, almost incoherent, headache, feverish, and ready to vomit. In other words, despite the dramatic increase in my hours of sleep, I felt like it was my first day of withdrawal.
Yow. So yesterday was a non day. But, Kurt got groceries, I was able to stand up long enough to do the dishes, and thusly, for a non day, not so bad. Oh, and one of our foster kitties, the Terror, formerly known as Raccoon got adopted yesterday. And I never took a picture of him, or his lovely sisters. We�re foster parents for a non-kill humane society. Homeless kitties come to our places, get socialized, and go to homes. It�s wonderful, but Terror was with us for a while, and I was starting to get attached. So was Cordy, our puppy.
Those two were curled up together constantly, play fought, and when Terror got a nasty skin allergy, Cordy was the nursemaid. And when Terror left, Cordy tried to get through the window. She fell asleep, then got up, and sniffed the apartment thoroughly looking for him. It was pretty sad, but we�re also getting more kittens to socialize soon. My landlord mentioned that he wasn�t all that impressed with the Zoo, but he hasn�t decided to take any action, most likely because we got his wife�s permission beforehand� (hahahaa!
) Besides, it�s not like our apartment is dirty, since I�m a clean freak and all. (messy, oh hell yes, but never dirty. ) I�m going to try for being a productive little salesfreak today. I also pass in a resume to a coffee shop today as well. Baker! Twenty hours a week, but I figure I need something, somewhere that gives me a measure of job satisfaction. Being the door to door opiate pusher is not doing it for me, and although I do enjoy it to a certain extent, at least with the baker job, there�s no commission so it�s something a bit steady to supplement the unsteady.
My boss asked again what I have that has been incapacitating me. I covered it with the blood work that I got done Monday, �they don�t know yet.� I am so much at a loss as to what to tell him. I am worried that he�ll find a way to relieve me of work (Yeah, it�s not legal, to discriminate because of illness, but if he wanted to, he�d find a way to work around it) I also really respect and like the guy.
I�m worried that he�ll think differently about me, lose respect for me, etc. I know it sounds silly, but this is Old School Rural Land, where any sort of medication for a mental illness is termed �Nerve Pills�. Oh hey, update on that whole undergrad thing. I�ve got it. When my university gets the transfer credit from this summer, I�m officially done. (I guess I�m informally done now) 
