Some days I hate the shortsightedness of others.

I am an officer in St. John Ambulance, I got my Officer's Warrant at 18, and have completed 9 years of service with them. They want me to upgrade my training, which is great, but I cannot physically sit in a classroom for 8 hours a day to do the certification. I asked my Superintendant what accomodations she could make for this. She told me she would wait until I got better to have me take it.

Better?

I hate to say it, but I'm not getting better.
(Let's ignore the fact that if I had two days in a row where I felt good enough to sit through a course liek that, that is NOT how I would be spending it)

I am sick. I am very sick. I will be sick for the rest of my life. I may have good days, and I will have bad days, and as pessimistic as it seems, I am not getting better. I can only hope that after each bout or flare, I will return to at least the previous level of "health" that I had. I am a realist, and I really truly wish that people would stop saying things liek "When you get better"

There is no better, there is the way I am, which I can only convey to most of you is a way that many people would not be able to cope, and I'm not even doing a great job with it, but I'm doing wht I can.

All I ask is that people understand that I have limitations. I look well and I push myself too far some days to try and pretend that I'm like everyone else, but I'm not.

I know other people out there have it worse, but this is no fucking cakewalk either.

More lighthearted

So I had a busy evening. Went to play board games, didn't really get around to playing and went to the K-OS concert instead. Popjoy seemed bubblegum and manufactured. Projet Orange showed promise witht their opening piece and then promptly induced a coma like effect over the entire audience who lost interest completely (when the crowd drowns out the band... bad sign). Me and baanrys started dancing to music during the intermission for somethign to do and some guy tried to go raver fishing!!!

If you are not familiar with raver fishing, it is a process by which you use a glowstick to lure a raver away.

First he waved it, then dangled it, then finally threw it out in front of us. Major problem? We weren't on drugs, not even drinking. Nice try, good bait, wrong fish.

So K-OS went on for 2 songs, and we left. My heart was feeling gross again. Maybe the music pulsing through my thoracic cavity was not a good idea.

So we went back to Board Game night at the office, banged on the door for protection to let us back in. It's the blue hair that convinces them that I'm not a psycho killer, I'm sure.

The off to Level II where I booked the bar for the Campus Pride Week closing party on February 12. I also got Vicki Lawsuit on board.

I then dropped baanrys off at the Pour House. I'm a cheap bastard and didn't want to pay cover to sit for 30 minutes, so I left and came home.

It's so bed time.

It's a movie I'm torn about seeing....

http://www.gorygory.com/

Chores

Chores are so boring. It's laundry day. Only 4 loads this time.

I'm also packing more books. I should rally use this opportunity to get rid of bad books. Sorry guys, no one I know can have 3 particular books, they are that bad. I might donate them to work. I feel sort of bad, why should homeless people be subjected to reading material I would not let my peers read. At least it will beer horror or mystery genre and no more harlequin romances. Yes, I have something against harlequin romances.

Left to do (that I remember at least):

#1. Get insurance moved to the new apartment.
#2. Confirm U-Haul Rental