Kind of a disjointed day. With the holiday on Thursday, there’s a lot of push by the various people with whom I interact are trying to clear out Friday to make way for another four-day weekend.
Two in the same month.
I can kinda deal with that, and will be doing the same, myself. I still don’t think I’m going to get down to the requested leave balance by the end of the year. Even with taking the day before and after Thanksgiving, and the whole week between Christmas and the end of the year.
Tomorrow I go get my first infusion at this new facility. I got a rebate check from the last facility, finally, and it ended up being less than half of what I was told I’d receive. While i was initially upset about the situation, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that the money is just gone. I’ve probably spent more than about forty hours on the issue. While I was angry, at first, that they weren’t going to remedy the situation, it’s just not worth fighting anymore.
The attempt failed. It didn’t work. Move on to something else.
Like prompts. I have one for today, and my psychologist suggested that I combine some of the notes I have into a long entry.
Actually, part of the the reason I started seeing this doctor was very disturbing dreams I was having.
I write down what I can when I think to do it. Some of them are really strange.
As an example, my post-work nap today evoked one where I was stuck inside either a mall or a department store. Sort of a cross between something you’d see on Deadmalls, or the Costco in Idiocracy.
Do you have goals that you want to accomplish? What are they? What is your plan to achieve them?
- Retire
- Buy a House
- Write a book
The first one is really kind of a nice way of saying, “finish out what I’m doing.” There’s a finite timeline of what I’m doing. I’m comfortable with that. Much of what I’m doing is keeping this thing running until its replacement is developed. Obviously, I feel good about what I’m offering, but I don’t have a particular attachment to the system as it currently exists. The way it was designed probably made sense when it was designed, but it can be replaced with something more modern.
That sort of attitude often conflicts with people really married to the old way of doing business. But it’s over. Whatever. Healthy people can move on to something different. If I was healthy, my calculus would involve figuring out how to position myself for something new. But I’m not, so hang it up.
The house is pretty straightforward, too. We’re squirreling away cash, and should be able to make a move when we’re ready.
As for the book, I’ve really just got to figure out what I might want to write about. The mechanics of it are also pretty straightforward, too.
I can also do it in spite of my deteriorating vision.
I am really happy I learned how to type in high school.