Random Thoughts

I want to try that cheesy bites pizza from Pizza Slut. It looks really good. Then again, it might be like most Pizza Hut visits, where it sounds better than it tastes, but to be fair, it's usually not Pizza Hut itself, but rather the one we order from. If I actually go to the Slut and eat there, it's always good. But the one we order from generally tends to ruin it. A couple visits ago, we had pizza with the cheese not even cooked. I hopped right on the internet and sent an email. Not surprisingly I never received a response. NAGL, Pizza Slut. NAGL at all.

So I am back to having some irritation and pressure and I want to scream. I didn't sleep well last night, so I am tired and cranky as shit. What made it go away on Friday and throughout the whole weekend, as well as last weekend? I think it's odd that it seems to go away on the days when I don't have bananas, but I didn't have one last Sunday so what caused it then? I am so frustrated and so desperate for an answer I don't even know what to do with myself.

And I can't shake off that it's vaginal atrophy due to menopause and I can't get it out of my mind and I can't concentrate and every night I go to bed I pray I don't wake up because I am so sick and tired of dealing with this and feeling like I am going to lose my mind if I don't get an answer soon.

And my FWA was being a real bitch today. She is a prime example of why working mothers don't have good reputations in the working world. I have to laugh, because one day last week she wrote something on Facebook that she wakes up at 5AM. She wakes up at 5AM, 3 hours before she needs to be in work, and she can't get to work on time? She is unreal. Friday she came in 15 minutes late, then left at noon because her brother was supposedly in the hospital and she needed to go pick up the baby from her mom's. It was a gorgeous day and her boyfriend had off from work. Coincidence? And the best part is by her leaving at 12, that means she had to use PTO time, which I am pretty sure she not only has exhausted what she earned this year, but also what she could borrow from the following year, which means she probably had to take it unpaid. And then we have to hear her whine wah I never have any money. WELL TRY WORKING MORE, you stupid cow!

And before she left on Friday, she printed out medical records for an appointment tomorrow and organized them and then left without ever telling anyone that they needed to be done. I thought about taking it, then decided no she wants to be a little fucking wise ass and not tell anyone about it then she can take it Monday. I would have taken it if she had just said something. Well, come today I watched her play on Facebook and Google for 20 minutes after coming in and then when she finally decided to start working, she assigned herself 3 charts for Thursday and left the one for tomorrow sitting there still. So I ended up having to take it anyway. And it was a real pain in the ass of a chart. I was so fucking pissed I avoided her the whole day because otherwise I would have punched her in the face.

Last week I worked on a chart for someone who had been previously examined and when we have those, if we receive medical records that were already given to the doctor for the previous exam we shred them. A good chunk of this particular chart had already been a part of the previous set of medical records and as I was going through it, I noticed that several of the records that were in the previous chart were not summarized nor were they in the bibliography. And who did the previous summary? My FWA. She either missed them or just completely ignored them. Maybe I just think too much with my work or she sucks a lot worse at the job then people realize.

And ugh, my manager comes back tomorrow from vacation. Double super ugh.

Ever since I saw that Cadillac commercial and realized it was "Gold" playing in it, I haven't been able to get enough of that song again. Two Fridays ago I drove to Philly to visit my grandparents and when I was leaving I had it blasting so loud in my car driving down Torresdale Avenue. I wasn't trying to be obnoxious (although come on, I am sure it's 100 times better than what blasts out of cars usually); I just didn't realize how loud I had it. For one thing, my hearing is awful (do not point it out) and two, it's one of those songs that I can't listen to any less than LOUD.

Random Thoughts

Well, I haven't had any pain chewing since Tuesday. Still having some sensitivity, though. I don't know what that is all about. But I am living in fear that any moment, it's going to start hurting. Any sign of pain, I start panicking. And it does not help that I have pain when I press on my temporomandibular joint. I don't even want to eat because I am so nervous that it is going to hurt. I am also worried that stuff is going to somehow get underneath the filling and cause an infection. I don't know if that is even possible. But that doesn't stop me from worrying that it will.

And on top of that, as well as the millions of other things I worry about, we're supposed to get bad weather later on. I don't know how I am going to get through the spring and summer.

My sister posted pictures earlier on Facebook of herself as a baby to show how much the baby looks like her. Someone wrote "that's amazing!". How is it amazing? It's called genetics.

Yesterday (as in Wednesday; yes I am one of those people who gauges my days by when I go to sleep and wake up, no matter the time) my mother was complaining that she needed to polish furniture because she could write in the furniture, but she didn't feel like it. So today they went over my sister's so my father could fix something (gee, what a surprise) and I figured what the hell, I'll polish the furniture. They come home when I am almost done and my mom tells me she dusted earlier. Explains why I was not getting much dirt when I was cleaning.

I am going through my Recommended Pages list on Facebook and man, do a lot of people on my friends list have horrible taste in shit. I don't even have any MGMT fans, except for one person and I don't even know the kid. Earlier Facebook had the nerve to suggest fucking Snooki. I was so appalled, I almost punched my monitor. Why aren't those people going away yet? Oh right, because people like my sister still continue to watch their stupid shows.

I just finally finished reading The Mystery of Mercy Close by Marian Keyes and although it was a little long, I really enjoyed parts of the books. Which doesn't surprise me, since I usually enjoy her books. Many reviews I read of it complained about too much discussion of depression. I beg to differ. I actually enjoyed the in depth descriptions of Helen's inner turmoils and I think the book nailed it on the head so many times. The wanting to die, but have no plan. Wishing something would happen to you that would kill you. Wishing some kind of disaster would happen that HURTS NO ONE ELSE, but kills only you. The camps of family and friends based on their reactions to your illness (I think I had everything but the woo-woo crew).

Now I am reading A Catered Halloween by Isis Crawford. I read A Catered Murder, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to read any other books in the series. They aren't bad books, but sometimes passages can get a little confusing. I thought maybe it was just me and my horrible attention span, but reading reviews, it apparently was not. And thing that frustrates me the most is how nondescriptive the characters are. Some books are a little too descriptive, but these are not. I have no idea how to picture Bernie and Libby, or any other character, although even as undescriptive as they are, they still seem to be somewhat unlikeable. Enlighten me, Ms. Crawford, how someone who seems to have no money and works in a bakery can buy designer clothing and shoes like Bernie does? I still have no idea where they live. Maybe New York? And why is the father in a wheelchair?

I have been on a roll with books. I have been keeping track of everything I have been reading since the beginning of the year and that was my 40th book. Too bad I wasn't still eligible for Book-It. I'd have 6 free Pizza Hut personal pan pizzas by now, assuming it is still 6 books = 1 free personal pizza. Man, that was a great program. I still have all of my pins somewhere in my room.

Picture Of The Day

It pisses me off. Oh any pizza, any size, any crust is 10 bucks! And then in little teeny tiny letters at the bottom of the screen it says there is an extra charge for stuffed crust.

It's not any crust is $10, Pizza Slut! YOU LIE!