Really, really rough.
I’m on my fourth round of antibiotics. Two of them this time, twice daily. To go all month. Still on them.
And just at the point that I was starting to feel a little better, I caught my younger nephew’s cold/stomach virus. I’ve been dizzy and nauseated all week. Which has been making taking the antibiotics a challange. Heck, everything’s a challenge.
I applied for unemployment at the beginning of the month. Had to have a phone interview last week. Did I get it? I’ll find out via letter. Soon, I hope.
I need a job. I need to move out. Things have got to change. Maybe I can couchsurf somewhere. I have just got to find some breathing room. My parents keep ratcheting up the pressure. Which doesn’t help with the stomach virus and the kidney infection and, oh, by the way, the grief. But my folks think I should be over that by now….so they’ve said….
It’s been an FML kind of month, really. Mis.er.a.ble.
Happiness, schmappiness….I just want to get the hell out of Dodge and be able to pay my rent while doing so. OMG. Why must everything be so hard?