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Monday, 01 May, 2000 00:45

May Day... May Day... May Day!

Seems appropriate.

I awoke at about 16:00 and my whole body was on fire. Bumps had arisen almost everywhere, and they itched individually and they hurt collectively. I slathered on the hydrocortisone ointment and got settled down in about 15 minutes, but I knew that there was no way that I could go to work like this, so I called in.

Took another one of the steroid pills and went back to bed, hoping for the best.

I woke up when Karen came to bed, about 23:00, and I'm feeling better... some of the bumps are gone, and that bodes well. The original lesions still hurt a lot, though, and the big welts on my belly have gotten larger but thinner, if that makes any sense. They still itch a lot, too.

And the worst thing is... the cable is out. I have no communication with the outside world.

I'm sure that it's temporary, though, so I'm not too worried about it.

I need to stay up all night now, so that I can go to work tomorrow night... I'm making the assumption that I'm going to be a lot better by then. It does take those steroids a while to work. I like the instantaneous cures much better, but they are harder and harder to find any more.


Since I made it be known that I was not persuing the CT job, I've been approached by a couple of techs who want to work nights, replacing the girl that works opposite of me.

One of them wants me to change my days off, 'cause she doesn't want to work seven-on, seven-off. You see, she wants to have another baby, and she can't afford to unless she works nights so her husband can keep the kids... so would I please change my life around to accommodate her?

I just gave her the easy answer... gee, if you can't afford another kid, then, by golly, just don't *have* another kid! Works for me. She will probably hate me forever now.

I think that she was trying to lay a guilt trip on me... it will be my fault if she only has one kid. So be it... that will go on the "plus" side of my character assessment....

It took me a long time to get the week-on, week-off schedule, and everyone that's worked opposite me has liked it, and I'm not about to give it up without a fight. It's the only way, for me anyway, that working nights is tolerable. You can be a normal person for a whole week at a time!

And yes, it is awfully hard sometimes... but the rewards are great, and that's what counts in the end.

Back to the CT job... I know, I'm skipping around a lot tonight... but part of what puts me off is the 08:30-17:00 five days a week aspect. The main part is that I would be pretty much tied down to one room for eight hours. I really think that would drive me crazy. I'm too used to doing what I want to after I get done what I have to get done and not having everyone look over my shoulder all of the time.


08:03...
Still no cable access... I called the help line, and the robot told me that they were having trouble out of KC and that the time was 11:28 yesterday. So I guess that this isn't a short-term thing, then...

The itches seem to be a bit better now, although sometimes the urge to scratch almost overwhelms me... I wind up shuddering with the effort to not tear my loathsome skin from my body. Hopefully, by the time I wake up this evening it will mostly be gone. I really don't want to have to call in again, I really feel guilty when I do that, even though it's fully justified.

So, I did a lot of culling of my MP3 collection, renaming and rearranging the files, trying to get them in some sort of order... I decided that I would give each artist a folder if I have more than 5 tunes from them. And I change the name of the file to "artist - tune.mp3", 'cause it's really surprising how many are named the opposite way. People are strange - the doors.MP3. I can't hardly stand it.

I keep getting these spam e-mails about how to save money on hair replacement, and I get a laugh out of them... I already save a lot of money... not only just on hair replacement, but on shampoo, conditioner and barbering... just with the simple expedient of not caring about hair at all.

OK, I think that I'll go to bed and read a while, and when I awaken, I'll have the cable back, and all of my wounds will be healed.


Thanx for being here!

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