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I will explain the headline. First, I'm going to try to explain something I said to someone earlier, although that person has probably wisely forgotten this.
Let's start with some good news, however...
My health insurance has put me back to the status I was before. I can't rejoin HIP Plus until February, but I think I have dental insurance now. This will be good when I go take care of that final (thank goodness!) supernumerary tooth. I don't know if this will make my regular dentist happy or not. She didn't even know it was there.
Also, my food stamps have been restored. This is a relief. I also seem to have the schedule mostly finalized for the upcoming semester, but i do have on question about it. I will e-mail the professor.
The Christmas Eve Story
I tried to start a business venture a while back. I have not given up on the idea, but I've decided to wait until I have some stable income coming in to support it. I'm not working on it now. Someone involved in this, a person who inserted himself in the first plae, decided to work on a business on his own that sold competing products. I said I should have known better and welcomed the chance to get him out of the business. I also swore that I would not help him again with anything related to this.
This remained the case for months, however, I broke this vow on Christmas Eve. I got a text from his girlfriend asking if I had the images for it. I thought in the spirit of Christmas, I'd just go over and help. This went *against* my better judgment. If he does not know enough about computers and the operating systems involved, I have no responsibility to help him in his business, especially since he kept insinuating I wasn't good at hardware repairs. (Excuse me, mister, but *whose* name is on those PcPro and A+ certifications you saw?)
To make this story as short as possible, he sold it. I became annoyed. I know my feelings are irrational, especially since I knew this was going to happen. The funny things about feelings, however, is that they aren't rational. They are what they are. It seems that I should learn to go with my gut instincts more often and not try to be a nice person, especially on Christmas Eve. In this circumstance, the person made his choices, and I should have let him sink or swim.
I'm not sure this needed to be recapped, and as I said on the day I tried to convey this story, "I were not Englishing good."
Medical Sttuff. Skip if You Want To
My left hand has been sore for weeks. I thought it was a repetitive stress injury from typing and would get better after a while. Because it was continuous, I went to the doctor today. He took a look at my hands and saw the left one was swollen. He poked around and said he thinks it is arthritis. This is not surprising with EDS, and I know I already have arthritis and bursitis in other joints. However, it does put Rheumatoid Arthritis back on the table for a little while. I wish I could say this prospect scares me as much as it used to, but having this condition would not significantly change my life.
Let's start with some good news, however...
My health insurance has put me back to the status I was before. I can't rejoin HIP Plus until February, but I think I have dental insurance now. This will be good when I go take care of that final (thank goodness!) supernumerary tooth. I don't know if this will make my regular dentist happy or not. She didn't even know it was there.
Also, my food stamps have been restored. This is a relief. I also seem to have the schedule mostly finalized for the upcoming semester, but i do have on question about it. I will e-mail the professor.
The Christmas Eve Story
I tried to start a business venture a while back. I have not given up on the idea, but I've decided to wait until I have some stable income coming in to support it. I'm not working on it now. Someone involved in this, a person who inserted himself in the first plae, decided to work on a business on his own that sold competing products. I said I should have known better and welcomed the chance to get him out of the business. I also swore that I would not help him again with anything related to this.
This remained the case for months, however, I broke this vow on Christmas Eve. I got a text from his girlfriend asking if I had the images for it. I thought in the spirit of Christmas, I'd just go over and help. This went *against* my better judgment. If he does not know enough about computers and the operating systems involved, I have no responsibility to help him in his business, especially since he kept insinuating I wasn't good at hardware repairs. (Excuse me, mister, but *whose* name is on those PcPro and A+ certifications you saw?)
To make this story as short as possible, he sold it. I became annoyed. I know my feelings are irrational, especially since I knew this was going to happen. The funny things about feelings, however, is that they aren't rational. They are what they are. It seems that I should learn to go with my gut instincts more often and not try to be a nice person, especially on Christmas Eve. In this circumstance, the person made his choices, and I should have let him sink or swim.
I'm not sure this needed to be recapped, and as I said on the day I tried to convey this story, "I were not Englishing good."
Medical Sttuff. Skip if You Want To
My left hand has been sore for weeks. I thought it was a repetitive stress injury from typing and would get better after a while. Because it was continuous, I went to the doctor today. He took a look at my hands and saw the left one was swollen. He poked around and said he thinks it is arthritis. This is not surprising with EDS, and I know I already have arthritis and bursitis in other joints. However, it does put Rheumatoid Arthritis back on the table for a little while. I wish I could say this prospect scares me as much as it used to, but having this condition would not significantly change my life.