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o g-d i just can't all these texts between my neighbors about home improvement

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I am also not at all ok about the fact that we elected a president whose strategy throughout life, but ESPECIALLY in politics, has been "Do so many outrageously shitty things that everyone gets too exhausted to keep track of them all."

This is the third straight day that the high temperature has been over 80.

There is nothing like being on hold for fifteen minutes while your insurance company's claims representative talks to the hospital's claims representative to convince you that socialized medicine would be a good idea.

^$%^(&*&O&^%$^*($&%*^$%^ Monday.

Time to drink too much coffee & cue up "The Best of Sonata Arctica"

I think I am doing a really good job of not totally losing my shit at someone this morning.

So - I don't know if I've mentioned this before - I apparently need to resubmit my 2014 AMENDED tax return. wtff.
Which means trying to find my W-2s from back then (and so far I've failed in that), OR getting my employers of four years ago - and there are *seven* of those - to send me new ones.

Meantime, have definitely told friends in Waltham I'm not moving in with them, but while I thought I was going to be touring an apartment (that was going to be expensive but excellent) this weekend, I haven't heard jack about that. SO now I'm a tad worried.

To conclude, fml.

UPDATE: Having downloaded a 1040X, it *looks* like I don't have to include W-2s. (Which makes sense: they presumably already have the things.) Of course, I wish I'd realized that BEFORE I wasted an hour and turned my room upside down in a fruitless quest for them, but...
Now I just have to call them on Monday and figure out what the IRS *does* want...

Had less-than-ideal afternoon (medical/gastro-intestinal thing that I don't want to get into right now), and finished up by having oatmeal for dinner.
So, not the best Sunday.

Well, fuck.

BRCF just dropped me. (And the rest of their freelance editors, so it's PRESUMABLY not that I screwed up, but still.)

Fuck.

(Some of you already know about this, and I think I've alluded to my recent health issues on here but...well, $#!7's happened, and I figured I'd better explain it, or my next post or two isn't going to make any sense at all to most of you.)

Back in...yeesh, December, I suppose...I had a recurrence of my old knee problems. Soreness, swelling, vague feelings of unsteadiness, pain when I tried to run on it. I'd had this back in August, but on that occasion it was partly because my shoes were ridonculously worn out, and this didn't appear to be the case this time around. So I hoped it would get better.
It didn't.
Eventually, sovay--and everyone else I'd talked to about this--browbeat me into seeing a doctor. Trouble was, I'd called my GP, and they'd told me to go to the physical therapist I'd seen last time.
I'd never told them I'd never gotten around to calling the therapist the last time. (Look, it was hell week at work, and I have little enough free time even under normal circumstances.)

I eventually called the physical therapist they'd referred me to anyway. And I got an appointment and went in, and they poked and prodded and massaged and made me do a whole bunch of weird exercises (both there and in my copious spare time), and for most of a week things were going better. I actually canceled my appointment last Thursday, in part* because I wasn't sure it was absolutely necessary.
Perhaps inevitably, it was on Thursday that I got up and realized that while my knee was continuing to feel better, my ankle felt like I'd sprained it the week before and was now on the mend. Slowly.

And equally inevitably, it has gotten worse since. Today I'm in enough pain that I'm skipping the last day of Arisia. No volunteer t-shirt for me. Fuck.

What's going on? Well, presumably I've been favoring that leg, or else holding it funny to compensate for the whole business with the knee, and that's compromised the ankle somehow. And possibly footware's played some roll, and certainly attempting various things yesterday that I shouldn't have tried** has contributed to why it feels so much worse today.

But it all feels so unfair. For my last six sprained ankles, I've done something dumb that put immediate stress on the ligament concerned. And that hurts, but at least you can tell yourself that you'll try not to do that again.
But what the ^%&%* was I supposed to do to prevent this?

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This computer's about out of power. And I've got too many things on my plate--even apart from a busted leg. I guess I'm going to try to drive out to the old-school shoe store sovay and family recommended. "Try" because I'm not at all sure either my car or my leg is going to be up to this. Wish me luck.


* The more important considerations being the very real question of whether my $£%^&* insurance is going to pay for any of this, and secondarily the fact that I was hoping to be doing setup for Arisia, of which more later.

** Contradancing and hitting people with plastic swords, for two. Y'know, the normal things people do at Cons.

Today started with me slamming one of my fingers in the door while leaving my house.

It actually got worse from there.


(No, before someone panics, no further physical injuries, but work went insane again today. And trying to work with a throbbing finger hasn't helped.)