At least that's out of the way
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sinisterporpoise Note to self: Make doctor's appointment to determine if I have an ingrown toenail or if I'm just having problems with the arthritis in my toes.
This week largely consisted of me writing for what little pay I can manage to get. I hope to make sure I have enough money to take a trip out to see my grandmother for her 90th birthday. (There is no reason to assume she won't make it to see this.) I'm sure the family will plan something for the matriarch. I'm getting there. I've managed to avoid to avoid withdrawing money from my bank account so far. I still have to wonder if I wouldn't be better off back home, but traveling and moving would be an incredible pain in the posterior.
The housemate managed to get some progress on her job search, or so I thought. She went to a job fair, but it turned out to be something put on by Ivy Tech more for the benefit of students than alumni. I've been trying to get her to start her search again, but I have a feeling she's just as discouraged as I am. Her reasons might be different. Criminal records, even if they are not deserved, do not help in this area. Even though one of the police officers who arrested her is now going on trial for domestic battery. I do wish she'd back off a little on the gun enthusiasm though.
I still have to send the signed W-9 off to Textbroker, and that might help a little more with some of the cash flow issues, but I just can't see myself doing the content mill thing all that seriously. I know I can write well, but I also know it takes time. The content mill model does not encourage this. 1 cent a word is not what they should pay if they want quality content.
Now, it seems I am done with physical therapy for now. I'm somewhat relieved, but I have a feeling I'll get referred back after my rheumatologist appointment next week. I still wish they'd take a look at the leg in question, but I don't know what it'd show. At least it'd allay my concerns that I did something to it while trying to exercise to lose weight two years ago. The only appointment I've had to deal with so far this month was an appointment with the therapist who wanted to go over parts of CBT.
When I got there, I felt a little nervous. It's a face-to-face situation and I'm not good at making eye contact. I also hadn't read the chapter in her cognitive behavior therapy manual she had printed out. That's not quite true. I had read it. Several times in fact. I just couldn't absorb what I'd read. The parts I do understand seem overly complex, especially the bits about assigning numbers to your feelings. For whatever reason, I've had an easier time understanding The Happiness Trap. I think some of this just comes down to brain fog issues.
But on the other hand, I think the therapist was having brain fog issues of her own today, and there were some interesting miscommunication that eventually got corrected when I realized we were talking about completely different things. For some reason, she has noted -- along with my physical therapist -- that I "move better" when I'm wearing the prescription ankle braces. I wish I had a clue what they meant by this.
As it stands right now, I'm wonder if I should wait for Voc Rehab to contact me or to contact them. It's been about a month since I last heard from them, and if I understood the warnings I received from others, some of their services were cut shortly after I moved to Indiana. I suspect if they're working on my case at all, they're having the same problem I was having with IMPACT. I suspect they don't do well finding positions for people with physical disabilities.
This week largely consisted of me writing for what little pay I can manage to get. I hope to make sure I have enough money to take a trip out to see my grandmother for her 90th birthday. (There is no reason to assume she won't make it to see this.) I'm sure the family will plan something for the matriarch. I'm getting there. I've managed to avoid to avoid withdrawing money from my bank account so far. I still have to wonder if I wouldn't be better off back home, but traveling and moving would be an incredible pain in the posterior.
The housemate managed to get some progress on her job search, or so I thought. She went to a job fair, but it turned out to be something put on by Ivy Tech more for the benefit of students than alumni. I've been trying to get her to start her search again, but I have a feeling she's just as discouraged as I am. Her reasons might be different. Criminal records, even if they are not deserved, do not help in this area. Even though one of the police officers who arrested her is now going on trial for domestic battery. I do wish she'd back off a little on the gun enthusiasm though.
I still have to send the signed W-9 off to Textbroker, and that might help a little more with some of the cash flow issues, but I just can't see myself doing the content mill thing all that seriously. I know I can write well, but I also know it takes time. The content mill model does not encourage this. 1 cent a word is not what they should pay if they want quality content.
Now, it seems I am done with physical therapy for now. I'm somewhat relieved, but I have a feeling I'll get referred back after my rheumatologist appointment next week. I still wish they'd take a look at the leg in question, but I don't know what it'd show. At least it'd allay my concerns that I did something to it while trying to exercise to lose weight two years ago. The only appointment I've had to deal with so far this month was an appointment with the therapist who wanted to go over parts of CBT.
When I got there, I felt a little nervous. It's a face-to-face situation and I'm not good at making eye contact. I also hadn't read the chapter in her cognitive behavior therapy manual she had printed out. That's not quite true. I had read it. Several times in fact. I just couldn't absorb what I'd read. The parts I do understand seem overly complex, especially the bits about assigning numbers to your feelings. For whatever reason, I've had an easier time understanding The Happiness Trap. I think some of this just comes down to brain fog issues.
But on the other hand, I think the therapist was having brain fog issues of her own today, and there were some interesting miscommunication that eventually got corrected when I realized we were talking about completely different things. For some reason, she has noted -- along with my physical therapist -- that I "move better" when I'm wearing the prescription ankle braces. I wish I had a clue what they meant by this.
As it stands right now, I'm wonder if I should wait for Voc Rehab to contact me or to contact them. It's been about a month since I last heard from them, and if I understood the warnings I received from others, some of their services were cut shortly after I moved to Indiana. I suspect if they're working on my case at all, they're having the same problem I was having with IMPACT. I suspect they don't do well finding positions for people with physical disabilities.