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angelakBack to the office.
My face is sore still. It has been worse lately than it was in the beginning. I suppose the drugs were more effective than I realized. Thank goodness?
Although I took less of them than I could have (the strong drugs). The side effects were bleeeeh. And I am getting over some disgusting cough-y crud alongside that. Oh well. It's gross.
On my leave it seems the head shop mechanic died. I read about it in my work email from home – although it’s really sad because I found out now that he committed suicide.
Eh. Recurring pattern of Suicide in Issaquah.
I don’t say this lightly. Maybe I am imagining this?
This hasn’t happened to one of my co workers before. I worked with Mac for the duration of my job here - off and on. I am sad to see him gone.
And I am sad for his family too.
Day 5? Wisdom tooth ordeal. Waiting for the pain to dissipate just a bit more. Back at work and at home. This is nice. Although. Not so nice at once. I feel like the last week has been “nice but not nice” all at once in general.
Last night was retarded sleep. I felt like I had a recurring circuit of dreams that I kept dreaming over and over and waking up in the middle of the same dreams. That made for a very weird sleep. By the time I finally hit a solid sleep, my alarm clock went off.
And then I thought to myself, “ow.”
Fast forward button would be awesome.
Appetite really isn’t present though I should try and eat something.
It has been a strange appetite of sorts since Friday.
My brain was not exactly clear the last few days until yesterday. Funny – the drugs did weird things to my mood and communication skills. Fancy that.
Makeup for the first time in days. My hair looks like crap but that’s okay.
After being here for an hour and a half, I want to go back to sleep. It is luckily quiet here.
I have tons I’d write but just so little brain power for it.
-Angela
My face is sore still. It has been worse lately than it was in the beginning. I suppose the drugs were more effective than I realized. Thank goodness?
Although I took less of them than I could have (the strong drugs). The side effects were bleeeeh. And I am getting over some disgusting cough-y crud alongside that. Oh well. It's gross.
On my leave it seems the head shop mechanic died. I read about it in my work email from home – although it’s really sad because I found out now that he committed suicide.
Eh. Recurring pattern of Suicide in Issaquah.
I don’t say this lightly. Maybe I am imagining this?
This hasn’t happened to one of my co workers before. I worked with Mac for the duration of my job here - off and on. I am sad to see him gone.
And I am sad for his family too.
Day 5? Wisdom tooth ordeal. Waiting for the pain to dissipate just a bit more. Back at work and at home. This is nice. Although. Not so nice at once. I feel like the last week has been “nice but not nice” all at once in general.
Last night was retarded sleep. I felt like I had a recurring circuit of dreams that I kept dreaming over and over and waking up in the middle of the same dreams. That made for a very weird sleep. By the time I finally hit a solid sleep, my alarm clock went off.
And then I thought to myself, “ow.”
Fast forward button would be awesome.
Appetite really isn’t present though I should try and eat something.
It has been a strange appetite of sorts since Friday.
My brain was not exactly clear the last few days until yesterday. Funny – the drugs did weird things to my mood and communication skills. Fancy that.
Makeup for the first time in days. My hair looks like crap but that’s okay.
After being here for an hour and a half, I want to go back to sleep. It is luckily quiet here.
I have tons I’d write but just so little brain power for it.
-Angela
