I’m fatigued, nearly as bad as leukemia fatigue but not as all encompassing as that.
It’s the heat. The walking to work everyday and drenched in sweat. 3.1 miles and 3 miles of it wiping the sweat from my eyes. Then I stand on my feet for 8 hours, I don’t get a break or a lunch hour. Right to work state means the employer can abuse us all he wants. No holidays, no days off and no vacation, just drudgery and abuse.
My glutes are sore, my hamstrings tight, my calfs throb and my feet swell up to almost twice their normal size. They have me on diuretics for the swollen feet. And my legs are fit. It never seems right that you can be fit and in fatigue pain at the same time. There should be a rule.
I’m tired and it takes almost all by brain just to keep pushing me to take that next step, get through the next hour, next 15 minutes.
It takes my sparse energy to deal with my loving puppy and my loving wife. After that I’ve little left for much else. I go hungry some nights because I didn’t have the energy to tote home groceries or if I did I don’t have the energy to prepare anything. I take my pills. Do my shot of insulin. Collapse and sleep a sweat filled jittery kind of sleep with a few hours of death in there but mainly I’m just trying to fall asleep.
To push me to sleep I listen to podcasts. I really only listen to two types: Dogs and old time radio. My current fascination is with “Our Miss Brooks” which is so dated and cruel towards woman I listen in fascination.
I saw the doctor for my annual check up. With all my negatives I’m fine. Tough, tight skinned (I’ve no idea what that means but they keep mentioning it). I still look healthy. I remind myself that doctor’s spend most of their time looking at sick people so I can’t put a lot of value to their well meaning assessment. I guess it means that I’m a mess but I sure don’t look it. SoCal style, “Its better to look good than to feel good.”
I have to add another insulin. Three more shots a day. Toughness is sometimes the ability just to go through each day and not remember. We’re moving closer to getting my wife a green card. I try not to look forward past this. I’m ignoring the future as best I can: The move, trying to find her a job, trying to find a house the usual rubbishthat can come up and become dramatic. The immigration process is aggravating enough and every small bight spot seems like a celestial explosion of giddy lights and slashing comets.
I’ve mixed feelings about the NFL lockout ending. The same way I think that Congress needs to be severely punished for the cruel government they’ve been imposing on us I think the NFL owners need to be punished for the stupidity of the lockout and the absolute disregard they’ve shown for the fans and spectators. How do you punish billionaires who treat us with the contempt they feel we deserve?
The prejudiced incomprehensible actions of the NCAA have tainted the joy of USC’s upcoming season, but as practice has started this week I still find myself excited and looking forward to Troy destroying everything put in its way. My job still sucks. I dislike being manager and realize I was right to avoid it for as long as I did.Surprisingly I’ve gradually increased revenues by 30%/. Rah.
Of course I can’t get through my little idea of small bonuses to the staff to thank them for the extra effort and extra work. When a staff of 6 are generating $15k plus a week net profit it seems more than churlish to not give a $50 or even $20 bonus for a job well done. Instead of threats, which is all we get, they think praise is wasted and that everyone is just trying to rip them off. Self fullfilling prophecy that. Hungry people gotta eat. And the unappreciated have no cause for loyalty. There’s no reason to be grateful when you do your best and receive nothing but threats for uncommitted crimes.
The only good part of the managerial bit is that I get to fight for common sense and decency. The little extra money helps too. Its not much but even $20 a week can make a difference especially when your self worth demands you be honest.
I still have to figure out what to do with the site. I want it, need it. But, clearly, I can’t keep it going the way I want it. I average around 200 visitors a day, for whatever that’s worth. I have a vision of how I want it to be. Some of it’s just not possible: A combination of my technical limitations and my lack of energy.
I’m making moves to be able to change some of the things I want to change. It’s more a matter of content and rapid shorter posts. I think it can work.
I’m still getting bombarded with spam. That ticks me off. There are about 150 spam comments an hour. I like the comments. There’s a fellow who keeps correcting my errors in artist’s name. It’s important to me but it’s too tedious to go through emails and track down the offending caption. A comment would link me straight to it. And of course I worry about who might be trying to reach me and I worry that its important to them. Still need a solution to that.