…I can’t type up text posts on my laptop. Because I haven’t updated Firefox in forever and a day. (Due to several reasons, most entirely silly and baseless.) So instead I’ve taken over The Brother’s desktop while he’s off luxuriating in his freshman year up north.
It’s been a very long day. It’s been kind of a long couple of weeks.
In early/mid October I was told I’d be let go due to budget cuts. Then a week later I found out that didn’t mean what I thought it did. (How hard is it to misunderstand “you’re being laid off”???) I’m a freelancer for Scripps Health, which means I technically work for myself. So the people who were giving me hours couldn’t actually fire me. They could only not give me hours to work. (Which, in the grand scheme of things, is basically the same thing.)
BUT I can work for other departments. Which is what I’m now doing. And it’s working and they want me to work more than I actually want to work, but I’ll work because I want them to keep giving me projects when this one is over. And because the money’s good and because I’m saving for grad school.
(As I said earlier today, “I’ve got ambitions, man. They’re bigger than ‘plans.’”)
Aaaand today I went to the doc and realized my dad’s health insurance is awful and expensive and basically a pile of crap, but I’m still very grateful I only have to pay $50 for a copay instead of whatever I’d be paying the the ACA had been repealed.
I’ve had a weird, circular rash on my wrist sort of where the face of my watch sits when it gets shoved up a bit (as it tends to happen when I’m typing or working at a desk) that won’t heal. So they tested for nickel in my plastic kids’ watch (which is a common allergen/skin irritant) and then threw around the C-word (C-A-N-C-E-R) and biopsied it. It hurt less than a flu shot, more than a big pinch.
It’s probably nothing. But they mentioned the C-word, and I kind of laughed sort of breathily and went, “Oh. Okay.” And then after I sat in my car and flailed a bit. Apologies to anyone who got a text/FB message.
What’s most interesting, though, is how brief and not a big deal the biopsy was. I thought TV shows always downplayed it because it’s always in comparison to OHGOD THIS CHARACTER IS GOING TO DIE IF WE DON’T DO SOMETHING. But it really is nbd.
