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Sep. 19th, 2006 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violachicIts appropriate that today is Talk Like A Pirate Day, because all I want to say is ARRGGHHHH!! I've got really high levels of frustration running right now.
First of all there's the little matter of my laptop going flooey over the weekend. Anywhere I ask for advice I pretty much get the same feedback- you'll need to replace the CD drive, they say. Fabulous. Replacing the CD drive in my computer isn't exactly built into my CPT stipend. Yeah, yeah, my fault for wanting to save the world. Shove it. Its still frustrating. And yes, the warranty on my computer has expired; it was a one-year warranty, and was up in June. I guess I'm glad that I haven't had any problems with the computer up till now, but of course, it stands to reason that things will start breaking down as soon as the warranty is up. Fantastic. And no, I don't want to pay hundreds of dollars to extend the warranty. Blah.
Also, my brain has been extra haywire the last few days. I mean, I've been complaining for months about how my nerve pain medication has affected my brain, my thinking, my memory, but I've reached new lows. Last night while doing some routine maintence on my friends list- culling a few- I accidentally unfriended my boyfriend, causing him momentary panic that I was pissed at him, until he called me to ask what was up. Oops. Sorry, sweetie.
But my biggest piece of stupidity was this morning. I thought I had a PT appointment for 9:30 this morning. So my sister came and picked me up, and I was ready for it. I even washed some clothes last night, and got up to take a shower this morning. I had a really shitty night, didn't sleep well, and felt AWFUL when I got up this morning. Then we got to the clinic only to find out my appointment was -yesterday- at 9:30. But nobody called to confirm the appointment, and nobody called when I didn't show up yesterday. The stupidest thing was, I knew it was the 18th, my appointment. I just thought the 18th was today. Even though I knew today was Talk Like A Pirate Day, and that Talk Like A Pirate day was the 19th.
stupidstupidstupidstupid
So I'm incredibly frustrated. First thing I have to do is leave a voice mail for my therapist and see if there's any chance to reschedule. If I move Thursday's appointment to tomorrow, maybe I can also get in on Friday, which would still enable me to have two appointments this week like I'm supposed to. I'm actually under doctor's orders to get a day planner and a notebook, but I can't do that until I get paid, which hopefully will be in the next day or two.
On top of everything, I'm just pissed in general that I'm missing CPT's bi-annual full-timer's retreat this week. Today everybody is amassing at a camp in Michigan, not far from the Michigan dunes, for four days of retreat. I decided I shouldn't go, because I figured one full day of retreat sessions would put me out of the game. Plus, I was worried about missing PT appointments, which I really don't want to be missing right now. So I told them I wasn't going. I really, really hate that I'm not going. I miss CPT, and I miss my friends. I really hope some of them come to visit me before they fly, bus, or train out of Chicago at the end of the week.
So argh.
arghargharghargh.
First of all there's the little matter of my laptop going flooey over the weekend. Anywhere I ask for advice I pretty much get the same feedback- you'll need to replace the CD drive, they say. Fabulous. Replacing the CD drive in my computer isn't exactly built into my CPT stipend. Yeah, yeah, my fault for wanting to save the world. Shove it. Its still frustrating. And yes, the warranty on my computer has expired; it was a one-year warranty, and was up in June. I guess I'm glad that I haven't had any problems with the computer up till now, but of course, it stands to reason that things will start breaking down as soon as the warranty is up. Fantastic. And no, I don't want to pay hundreds of dollars to extend the warranty. Blah.
Also, my brain has been extra haywire the last few days. I mean, I've been complaining for months about how my nerve pain medication has affected my brain, my thinking, my memory, but I've reached new lows. Last night while doing some routine maintence on my friends list- culling a few- I accidentally unfriended my boyfriend, causing him momentary panic that I was pissed at him, until he called me to ask what was up. Oops. Sorry, sweetie.
But my biggest piece of stupidity was this morning. I thought I had a PT appointment for 9:30 this morning. So my sister came and picked me up, and I was ready for it. I even washed some clothes last night, and got up to take a shower this morning. I had a really shitty night, didn't sleep well, and felt AWFUL when I got up this morning. Then we got to the clinic only to find out my appointment was -yesterday- at 9:30. But nobody called to confirm the appointment, and nobody called when I didn't show up yesterday. The stupidest thing was, I knew it was the 18th, my appointment. I just thought the 18th was today. Even though I knew today was Talk Like A Pirate Day, and that Talk Like A Pirate day was the 19th.
stupidstupidstupidstupid
So I'm incredibly frustrated. First thing I have to do is leave a voice mail for my therapist and see if there's any chance to reschedule. If I move Thursday's appointment to tomorrow, maybe I can also get in on Friday, which would still enable me to have two appointments this week like I'm supposed to. I'm actually under doctor's orders to get a day planner and a notebook, but I can't do that until I get paid, which hopefully will be in the next day or two.
On top of everything, I'm just pissed in general that I'm missing CPT's bi-annual full-timer's retreat this week. Today everybody is amassing at a camp in Michigan, not far from the Michigan dunes, for four days of retreat. I decided I shouldn't go, because I figured one full day of retreat sessions would put me out of the game. Plus, I was worried about missing PT appointments, which I really don't want to be missing right now. So I told them I wasn't going. I really, really hate that I'm not going. I miss CPT, and I miss my friends. I really hope some of them come to visit me before they fly, bus, or train out of Chicago at the end of the week.
So argh.
arghargharghargh.
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