Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

Yesterday should have been a fairly easy day for me at work. I drove a little over two and a half hours then had to fill up a CO2 tank and off load two Nitrogen cylinders at a Ruby Tuesday's. I didn't know the cylinders would be the demise of my easy day. I was actually driving the truck with the lift gate which makes loading and unloading cylinders much easier than the other truck without such luxuries. But apparently I'm still not back to full capacity body wise to be lugging around heavy a$$ cylinders. By the time I was ready to crawl back into the cab and head off to the next three out of the whopping 4 stops I had to make for the day I could barely move to do so. Sitting was more painful than standing and my back was SCREAMING in pain. I'd apparently heaved and hoed a little to much on those cylinders and jacked something up worse than ever. I've had a sore spot on my mid-left side of my back that my chiropractor said was probably just a muscle that had been af...

Nice little storm blew threw just after I got home from work. I grabbed my camera and headed out to watch through my lens from the safety of my front porch. Once the hail stopped falling I risked a little rain to pick this big boy up to get a closer picture. Most of the hail stones were smaller and less significant. There were, however, enough of these big guys to make quite a clatter as they rained down. I love springtime and all of its' volatility.

Hmm, I was just staring at my computer screen wondering what blog I'd landed on and was curious how I got there. Then I realized it was my own blog. *snort* Go figure. I have been a real scatter brain today. I blame the sunshine. It's got my circuitry mixed up or something. What's funny was that today at work I found myself having to bite my tongue so as to NOT complain about the fact that I was sweating - profusely - . It was a gorgeous day that started out with milky sunshine but came to a superb finish with a bright blast of full sun before he sank over the horizon. There was a nice breeze most of the day as well, which served to help keep me cool for most of my shift. But near the end of the work day I found myself sweltering, unable to stay cool and really wanting to bitch about it. haha So anyway. The last few days have been exhausting but fruitful. I worked full days on Saturday and Sunday, wearing myself out really good, making myself pretty sore. I foun...

Today I told my boss he has me for only two more weeks. Another change is occurring in my life and I am scared and thrilled and everything in between. I went this morning for pre-employment drug/alcohol testing for the local public transit authority. Yep, I'll be driving a bus. No more hauling around heavy tanks, frozen liquid CO2 , hoses, etc. No more bubbles. Instead I'll be hauling around the working class, the lazy class and quite possibly, the crack head class. I'll be challenged on the daily in the realms of people skills and patience and fairness and safety. It'll be interesting. Wow and yikes!

Yeah so I was all excited to get back to work today. Okay okay you got me. But let's just say I was excited. Nevertheless I was prepared. I even strapped on my steel toe boots. If that doesn't say "lets do this" I don't know what does. I turned on my company cell phone and saw that I had a message from my boss saying "you're clear to work call john to see what the schedule is". You see, my boss is out of town getting valuable training and this John is filling in as shop manager in his stead. So I call John. Left him a voice mail and waited. While I waited I figured I'd get a few errands taken care of. So I headed out and about. Still not getting a call back after an hour I decided to text him for info. And as of yet, still no return call or text. And I can't get anyone else to answer me either. Now either I've been fired and didn't know it or am being avoided. I tend to think the latter is the case. But either way, kinda...

Well as far as I'm concerned I'm cleared for take-off. I got a note from the doctor today saying my EEG was normal, I can return to full duty and am safe to drive a CMV again. YAY. So I faxed all the info to my HR lady, left her a voice mail and of course, haven't heard from her (which I am going to assume is a good thing). I will try to get ahold of her again in the morning before I head into work to take a shift. I have a massage therapy/chiropractic appointment in the morning that I have to do that first. I guess after that I'll be calling her and hopefully heading in to the shop to load up the truck and hit the road. The only thing that could hold that up is if HR wants me to go through a DOT physical to double guarantee that I'm a-okay. But hopefully it's not required and I can just get moving again. Yippee. Finally. A working girl again. I can't wait to earn a paycheck.

So today my sweeties phone rings and it's on of our tenants. I was eavesdropping of course and found the progression of the conversation to be quite odd. Turns out the tenant was calling with a rather odd question about whether or not anyone who has rented their apartment before they moved in had complained about spirits/ghosts making appearances in one of the bedrooms. He told of how his young son has been being scared half to death by an apparition of a man in his bedroom. He says that his son has been "visited" by the specter three or four times over the past couple weeks. The son who is seeing the man ends up so scared that he's making himself sick and throwing up over it. He insists to his parents that there is a man in his room, even though there isn't anyone in the household who can see him. Odd isn't it? And a definite first for us as landlords. My sweetie has told me before, however, that in the downstairs apartment of that house (the tenants that cal...

I'm about to pull my hair out over this medical nonsense. I decided I was going to go to the doctors office where I was treated and seen after my ER visit to get some answers and hopefully cleared to return to work. I got there, stated my mission, waited a bit and a doctor came out to get some information from me. He later returned and explained that they hadn't gotten any results from my EEG yet. He said he could go ahead and give me a note to return to work and asked what it should say. I told him I needed it to state that I was cleared to return to full duty and was allowed to drive a Commercial Vehicle. At that he guffawed and said that he couldn't do that after all. Because he didn't know if I was cleared until the results of the EEG were in. So I had gotten nowhere. He suggested we go to the office where I had the EEG performed and light a fire under their behinds. So we did. My sweetie drove me over to the other hospital and we went straight into the EEG room and...

I feel like I can go back to work. I will have to take it slow and not push myself. I know I can do it. But right now, I'm not allowed. So, tomorrow, I've decided I will get up early and head to the doctors office I was seen in the day after my ER visit. I will sit there all day if I have to, waiting for someone to read me the EEG results and sign a piece of paper that I can submit to my company that says I'm cleared to work again. I have to do something. Lest I go insane sitting in this house for another long and boring day. I've sat myself sore actually, my back aches and my legs ache from un-use! I tried for most of the day to "roll with the punches" but after my boss texted me asking if I was ever gonna come back to work I lost my grip on the just go with it attitude and started stressing again. I even managed to work myself into a pretty nasty little headache. UGH! So tomorrow, come hell or high water, I will be cleared to work and be back at it as ...

I should be at work right now. But as I'm sure you can deduce from this blog, I'm not. I didn't get my clearance yet. Because the doctors won't call me back. All I need is for someone to read that EEG, and if it has negative results (no seizures) they can then sign a piece of paper and then I'm good to go. But no. Now I have to wait until tomorrow to try to get it again. It could be annoying. But whatever. I'm just rolling with it. I can't let myself get all a'fluster anymore. I'm adopting the "everything happens for a reason" attitude.

Want to annoy me? Just make some repetitive noise like clicking a pen or tapping your foot. Kinda like the woman conducting my EEG this morning did. How on earth was I supposed to relax while she clicked that damn pen for 4 minutes straight?!?! I do think the test went well. The technician was a little rough with the attaching of the sensors to my scalp. But otherwise it was a pain-free experience. I'd never had a waking EEG before and so overall it was weird for me. My previous EEG's have been of the "sleep deprivation" sort during which the patient (me) is allowed to sleep during the test. This one however was a little different. I was fully awake. I was instructed lay on my back and relax. Next I was told to open and close my eyes at what were apparently timed intervals. Then I was suffered three minutes of alternating 3 second on 3 second off strobe lighting, each time at a different speed of flashing. UGH, that was probably the most annoying part aside...

I'm beginning to feel better since my incident this past Tuesday. My knee and now apparently my back are having the toughest time with recovery. But overall I'm starting to feel normal again. My company has respected my doctors' orders of "no driving" until I've had my EEG, which is one of my final exams as a result of all this mess. So I'm being paid sick and vacation hours to give me a paycheck while I'm at home awaiting the EEG. I have the EEG this coming Wednesday, and it's mainly just a precaution to check for seizures since I had them in early childhood. From what the doc said they can come back at any time and in any capacity. When I was little my mom had thought I was going deaf and took me to my pediatrician who then referred me to get an EEG. He said I could hear just fine, but that I was likely having petit mal seizures, in which I was entering a trance like state and thus not responding to her calls or other stimuli. The EEG then...

One.... I just want to say that shoulder injuries and subsequent MRI's are for chumps. And two... that the universe is definitely out to get me. Here's a mostly complete list of tests and/or procedures I had the (dis)pleasure of enduring over the last 24 hours along with witty commentary to make it less scary: Drug Test - easy, as long as you don't pee on your hand when you are collecting the sample needed to perform a drug screening. You know they don't let you wash your hands right away, right... eww! Physical Examination - The physicians assistant had clammy hands and seemed uncertain about his ability to make judgement calls. He had to leave twice to confer with "the real doctor" (his words not mine). Blood sample #1 - NEVER EVER joke with your phlebotomest about how "you're only good if I don't feel it". Because she will take offense and find the biggest needle to poke you with and cause you as much pain as possible. EKG - If you...