Sunday Afternoon -
Dec. 21st, 2003 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgI had to make a special run just for a box of Band-aids.
Two on one heel, one on the other and one under an arm where a skin tag was removed yesterday. Yes, I found a dermatologist who would see both of us yesterday and so we did.
I have to get some of my money out of my medical savings account, dammit. January 1st, it all goes bye-bye and who knows who gets the unspent cash - I don't.
I ain't doing that again. I've had too many instances of needing every bit of preparation for medical disaster - and in this case, over-prepared. We're disgustingly healthy - and didn't spend anything on health care until last Q of this year.
Why a dermatologist - one, I have a facefull of rosacea, two, I have a badly scarred lower lip that is going to need reconstructive work done one day - and this skin tag under one arm. Bah. Gone in 60 seconds - no local or anything. Clip, cauterize, band-aid, see ya. Jim has to be followed, much as I have to, because we're blonds who are at heightened risk for skin cancer. It didn't hurt that the dermatologist closely resembled Dr. Basheer. Mmm.
That was yesterday. Jim decided to work another shift to cover the day we went to dentist - and I can't fault him, we need the cash - but it turned our weekend into a snoozefest, and I'm just not motivated to care much.
I remember saying I didn't think I needed to worry about my job until the company closed or unless I screwed up totally. One, I didn't screw up totally - but the company now, I wonder - but I should wonder about any right now. After talking to my BIL, who works for Nestle, it seems to be everywhere. It's the economy, stupid.
I remember days like these. Before Clinton - sad, to say. Reagan years. Bush years. Many years. Not that I can't do them again - I just don't want to. Dammit, I was happy and work was good - so forgive me if I'm a little bitter. Now, it's Dilbertisms and general weirdness. I was so done with that. Was.
I love Christmas letters, but most of them have been bittersweet - one friend related getting laid off two weeks ago from a job she'd had for 11 years, and her mother was battling liver cancer. Another related how tough the job market was looking for a college graduate after leaving the Air Force some years ago - and how they were staying in St. Louis (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reannon, I may have to get you two hooked up - this is my cousin with two little girls in Fenton....) and how he was planning to use his management dual major instead of going into teaching.
I went out last night and bought some little things for folks coming by Christmas Eve. I want a bag of candy canes - and I need something for the spots in the rug.
I am deathly tired of picking up, straightening up and cleaning up alone. And there is no time capsule like Christmas decorations, folks. You add an ornament every year, but you revisit that year every time you unpack the buggers. Trust me.
I have no desire to bake cookies - so I bought some. I need some beverages for Wednesday night.
Let me remain serene. I refuse to be depressed. Or angry. Gah, nobody deserves my anger -
Anyone want to come over Christmas Eve? Let me know - no, I'm serious. You're in Los Angeles, you can get here. Come by, eat a cookie and chug a Coke - that's what open houses are for.
TECHIES - can anyone tell me if I need to get a DVD burner to copy DVDs or can I use a regular CD burner and software? Cheap-ass me wants to know. Thanks.
Two on one heel, one on the other and one under an arm where a skin tag was removed yesterday. Yes, I found a dermatologist who would see both of us yesterday and so we did.
I have to get some of my money out of my medical savings account, dammit. January 1st, it all goes bye-bye and who knows who gets the unspent cash - I don't.
I ain't doing that again. I've had too many instances of needing every bit of preparation for medical disaster - and in this case, over-prepared. We're disgustingly healthy - and didn't spend anything on health care until last Q of this year.
Why a dermatologist - one, I have a facefull of rosacea, two, I have a badly scarred lower lip that is going to need reconstructive work done one day - and this skin tag under one arm. Bah. Gone in 60 seconds - no local or anything. Clip, cauterize, band-aid, see ya. Jim has to be followed, much as I have to, because we're blonds who are at heightened risk for skin cancer. It didn't hurt that the dermatologist closely resembled Dr. Basheer. Mmm.
That was yesterday. Jim decided to work another shift to cover the day we went to dentist - and I can't fault him, we need the cash - but it turned our weekend into a snoozefest, and I'm just not motivated to care much.
I remember saying I didn't think I needed to worry about my job until the company closed or unless I screwed up totally. One, I didn't screw up totally - but the company now, I wonder - but I should wonder about any right now. After talking to my BIL, who works for Nestle, it seems to be everywhere. It's the economy, stupid.
I remember days like these. Before Clinton - sad, to say. Reagan years. Bush years. Many years. Not that I can't do them again - I just don't want to. Dammit, I was happy and work was good - so forgive me if I'm a little bitter. Now, it's Dilbertisms and general weirdness. I was so done with that. Was.
I love Christmas letters, but most of them have been bittersweet - one friend related getting laid off two weeks ago from a job she'd had for 11 years, and her mother was battling liver cancer. Another related how tough the job market was looking for a college graduate after leaving the Air Force some years ago - and how they were staying in St. Louis (
reannon, I may have to get you two hooked up - this is my cousin with two little girls in Fenton....) and how he was planning to use his management dual major instead of going into teaching.I went out last night and bought some little things for folks coming by Christmas Eve. I want a bag of candy canes - and I need something for the spots in the rug.
I am deathly tired of picking up, straightening up and cleaning up alone. And there is no time capsule like Christmas decorations, folks. You add an ornament every year, but you revisit that year every time you unpack the buggers. Trust me.
I have no desire to bake cookies - so I bought some. I need some beverages for Wednesday night.
Let me remain serene. I refuse to be depressed. Or angry. Gah, nobody deserves my anger -
Anyone want to come over Christmas Eve? Let me know - no, I'm serious. You're in Los Angeles, you can get here. Come by, eat a cookie and chug a Coke - that's what open houses are for.
TECHIES - can anyone tell me if I need to get a DVD burner to copy DVDs or can I use a regular CD burner and software? Cheap-ass me wants to know. Thanks.
