I am ok. Hugs and stuff to everyone.
Well, the fethival was okey-dokey; I had a lot of fun that week, actually; we had lots of walking, laughing, late nights, and even an out-of-doors film with pizza and stuff...fabulous! It lulled me into a false sense of security for what was about to happen.
Oh, yeah, you betcha -- it gets worse.
So I start up (again) with a sore throat towards the end of this festival (I get them a lot), and I go to an ENT last week-ish; he says I'm fine, but wants me to do an allergy test. Well, I'm NOT fine, and I tell him he's wrong, cos I've never been allergic to an damned thing and I hate whiny bitches who do nothing but kvetch about their allergies, which are all mostly made up in their empty heads anyway. I swear...working at Eviljob has made me the most intolerant person, but one truly hasn't lived until one has heard biddies grousing about how they are allergic to this, that, and the other. Feh.
Butsoanyway.
So we have this knock-down, drag-out, and I agree to go to his allergist. Well, my arm is STILL SWOLLEN. Yes, I am allergic; I had a huge reaction to the control histamines they put on, plus ragweed, pollen, dust mites, cockroach (bleah! I have been injected with COCKROACH JUICE!), some other thing I forget, and...
are you ready?
CAT.
I am allergic to CAT. Specifically, cat saliva. My throat is sore, my nose drips into my throat, and I am headachy all the time anymore at least in part to the fact that I let Rhett Butler (and Squooshable) kiss me on the mouth. No, I did *not* teach either of them to do that, they do it all on their very own. Squoosh does it much less than Butler, but Butler does it a LOT. Like every day. And that's why my throat is red and swollen, and my ENT thinks that makes my mouth come open whilst sleeping, and then I snork in dust mites, to which I am also allergic, more so than I am to cat, and I'd believe none of this if my right upper arm hadn't swelled to twice its size from the injections, and I hadn't seen with my own eyes the bubble-swells on my forearms from the topical patch tests. Me? Allergic to CAT???
And no, my cats kissing me on the mouth bothers me NOT IN THE LEAST, nor will I stop doing it, even though, as Mummers (who is repulsed by the thought of kissing a cat on its fur, much less being kissed *by* a cat on one's mouth) observed, my throat ills are proof positive that kitty saliva is going into my mouth. Hear me: I DON'T CARE, AND WILL NOT STOP. If anyone finds that disgusting, I don't care to hear about it, thanks.
So I am starting allergy shots on Friday -- I thought they were like shots of Benadryl, but no -- they are like allergy vaccinations. At the end of the course of shots, I will no longer be allergic to all this shit, and that's good, cos I'm not going to stop kissing cats, or letting them kiss me. OHellNo. So that I can kiss and be kissed in peace and happiness, I am getting the shots, which will also contain all the other shit to which I am allergic...like cockroaches. THIS is how much I love my cats -- I am getting injected with fucking fresh-squoze cockroach juice for them. BLECCH.
Ok, anyway...
I am coming down from a hellish migraine yesterday, brought on largely by a new manager at Eviljob deciding to try to...well, truth be told, I don't know what he was trying to do, but it backfired. I was told last Friday or Saturday that he started talking shit about me in a meeting (one I was not attending, that was full of his subordinates who have no business having an opinion about me in place the firste) during the week that I took off to go play. He was griping (I am told) to them that I am 'never there' as a resource (ummm...bbq? I am NOT your resource, and have never been, so...put that in your pipe and smoke it), that there is 'something wrong with my mind' because I have been at Eviljob x years and am not on Senior Management or Director level yet, like [example Eviljob person who started close to when I did], and blah, blah, blah. I was told he was really venting, and just kept going on and on. This, from a person I rarely see. Huh? So yesterday I had to sashay my ass into one of our aforementioned Director's offices (over this schmuck) and let him know that I did not appreciate being talked about and was doing the favour of not letting this go to Human Resources, so...I guess I will find out tomorrow what in the shit is going on. In the meantime, I cannot seem to shake the vestiges of this migraine and have had Eddi Reader's Ye Jacobites warring for headspace with Moby's Porcelain for the past six to eight hours. Gah.
In Other News, I am taking a sabbatical of sorts from Job 2 in order to teach a specialised class over the Summer; I'm all thrilled and honoured (and floored this was even offered to me -- that's a real poser right there, but I've no one to ask at the moment, and won't until next semester starts; I have to take care with whom I start yapping, is all) 'cos this is great for my CV, but I would have appreciated the advance warning, were I to have had any. It's not a class that is normally taught by someone in my situation, and I am sure I'll have some snarky turds trying to give me crap about how they are disappointed that Dr Windadinder (not his real name, natch) is not their prof, but eh...they can cope or drop, 'cos I've already determined that I'm not replicating Dr W's class; I'm taking it off my own way. I'm really happy, cos it is a high expertise class (good ol' Dr W is a well-known and respected expert), but I am also, well...nervous. Really nervous. But this also ups the clout of Job 2 when I return, so they were much easier to deal with than I was dreading. :-) I have tons of shite from my current class to get accomplished 'cos it's almost end of semester, so...sigh...I had better take a nap or get to work on that. Sigh. O how I desperately long for more free time. :-(
Oh! Of the four or five films I did see, one of them -- Young@Heart -- was so awesomely funny and fab that I have to tell you to see it, should the opportunity present. I laughed, cried, and had no idea how long i'd sat watching it. I went to see it with Mummers during my fethival week, and was so happy I did, even though I missed out on a pub crawl with others from my program that night.
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