I had a very busy day yesterday. I started off with an appointment for my yearly physical with my PCP. He was in a mood yesterday. He annoyed me a little, but I will let it go because he’s generally very nice to me. He was irritated with me for not keeping up one of my allergy prescriptions and asked me if I would like samples and I told him that it would be very helpful. He asked me how much it cost to get them filled and I told him that it was $60 just for the ones he had me on and he told me that it was cheap compared to what they would be with no insurance. It’s been my experience that doctors have no sense of how much real people make.

After that, I went to visit a client in jail. The whole jail thing does not bother me in the slightest, but I hate trying to work around the paranoia that jail seems to instill in the inmates. After that, I read Oprah magazine, handed out diapers and filled in little scantron bubbles all afternoon. My job has not been all that fulfilling lately.

After work, I wore myself out at the gym. My doctor’s bastard lying scale said that I had gained a few pounds over the summer. The scale was probably right. With vacation and everything else going on lately, I haven’t been very disciplined about what I eat and I haven’t been quite as diligent about the gym either. I had this rule last winter that I could eat any calorie laden thing I wanted as long as I actually made it from scratch (well, from the main ingredients—I didn’t go out and harvest wheat or slaughter any cows or anything) myself. This seemed to work pretty well for me because the process of making whatever was really satisfying and I didn’t want to eat as much.

I had a long talk with my mom last night. My parents are scared. My stepdad went for a CAT scan to check his lungs yesterday. I guess his children all got together and arranged to buy my parents plane tickets to spend Thanksgiving with all of them. I guess I should be big about it, but I just feel pissed off that they want to take MY parents away for my favorite holiday. I have never been all that good about sharing. I told my mom that I wanted them to sell their house before one of them is disabled. She agreed that it was time to do that.

I was telling my boss that my parents would hopefully be selling their house relatively soon. She asked what they would do and I told her that they were seriously considering a move south, possibly as far as Georgia. My boss then said “Wow, well at least you would have a good place to vacation.” The power of denial in my boss is quite strong. Well, it’s not just my boss. Darcy, the office manager and Miss Kitty who I have actually shared my plans with are also in somewhat of a denial—the denial where they think that something will magically happen that will make me want to stay here. I can understand that—I am pretty cool to have around. So Miss Kitty is trying to fix me up with some friend of a coworker and cheering this woman at the gym on in her plan to fix me up. Darcy is just praying, I think. I talked to another coworker today and she was telling me how long and difficult the search was to find me. Damn, I should have asked for more money from the start. Won’t be making that mistake again.

Well, I am alone for the afternoon and I have accomplished next to nothing. I will be alone again for most of tomorrow. Perhaps, I will get something done then. I think I will clean the office right now.

Love to all.