Man, what a crappy week I had last week. Being sick although unable to act like it, I had to work hard due to those ever so present “issues” that always haunt ones place of employment. So, this week, attempting to feel better because work has smoothed out some, I actually got worse.
And since I’ve been sick since May 23rd I felt it was time to take a trip to the doctor and beg for some drugs. Oh, but wait, I don’t have a doctor… they stopped taking my insurance and now I’m screwed. Oh, but wait again, how about visiting the E.R.?
Ugh, after what seemed like forever, but only about an hour and a half, I left with my prescription and a new outlook on my sinus infection. Help is on the way boys!
In other news, apparently my landlord has risen from the dead as both the linoleum and the sliding glass door have been fixed. Yes, but you see, getting new linoleum is one thing, but when the landlord only pays for “applying” and not “removing” I believe this still leaves mold under the floor. In a classic move that only my landlord (err… many landlords) could perform, the linoleum guy told us that he wasn’t paid enough to actually remove the moldy linoleum, just to cover over it. ‘Ring, ring’ — “County Health Department how may I help you?”