headache-y

8/9/99

Hell of a short entry today. If I never see another keyboard, I’ll die happy.

Day one of a two-three day temp job today. I’m working for this guy who just changed the name of his home health care company. He needs me to retype all his forms and information packets, on his new letterhead, replacing the three-letter acronym from the old company with the three letter acronym of the new company. I’m doing all this typing on a word processing machine—you know, the stupid little “brother” to a PC, the one that I can’t believe anyone actually bought. I have to type all these things out, but not save them, so if the name ever changed again the forms would have to be re-retyped.

From my office I can see the brand new PC in the corner of the front office, not being used. Why he doesn’t just have me type on that thing and save to disk is anybody’s guess.

Other than the futility factor, the job isn’t half bad. The owner is a sweet, pre-middle-aged guy who’s in and out of the office all day. Told me to help myself to the soda and snacks in the office. Left me to my own devices, and was polite and kind when we did talk to each other. I almost wish he had a permanent position—once these forms are typed, I’d be free to hang around with that hot-mama PC in the front all day. God knows, nobody else is using it.

I’m suffering the wrath of my own wisdom teeth this week. This time they’re serious, so much so that I called the Dental Appointments Division of the military base today. Huh—haven’t even received my card in the mail and I’m already reaping (or raping) the benefits of military insurance. As soon as I got through, I found out part of the hassle that you trade in when you get all these sweet benefits. I have to go to “Sick Call.” Specifically, “sick call” for dependents. (I hate being called a dependent. I hate that.) I have to show up at 12:30 on a weekday, and they take people, clinic-style. Otherwise, you set an appointment for a time down the road, usually a month or so in advance.

My wisdom teeth hurt. Ow. I’m not eating solid food. Just yogurt, vitamins. Makes a great excuse to eat cheesecake for dinner, though. I’m afraid they’re going to want to take my teeth. I really don’t want to go through all that, but at the same time I don’t want those guys sitting around in my mouth causing trouble.

I’m almost afraid to think about TMJ. That’s the last thing I need right now. Wisdom teeth-pulling is only next-to-last.

It’s later now, I’m about to go to bed. Eight hours of typing, along with all my other stress, has made me feel like shit. On top of the sore neck and everything else, I have a killer of a migraine. A bit of yoga has eased that, sort of. I balanced it out with the tension I built up while searching for my yoga tape.

Strangely enough, my jaw pain has just about gone away. I still need to have an appointment. I’m sick of my wisdom teeth. Everyone looks at them and says they’re fine, they shouldn’t cause any trouble, might as well leave them where they are. Of course, when they start to hurt, it takes me too long to get in to see the dentist and they stop hurting before I get there. This is the end. I’m not doing any playing right now anyway, I want them out. Damn it.

I just found out that John’s not coming home until Wednesday. I thought it was tomorrow. Whine whine whine.