This whole week has been decent things, and after the long build-up of lousy things over the past couple weeks, it's felt good. My insurance company wasn't covering my hospital bill, but this week I called them and got it sorted out (it was a paperwork problem). I'd been nervous about the idea of an insulin pump and finally came to the conclusion that I needed some time to think about it; my advisors at the hospital were actually pleased about this because it let them reschedule the final session so that both could participate (one is teaching the other how it's done). I'd been worried about my unemployment going through, but calling the unemployment office got me the information that they were simply waiting for the okay from my current job. I've had a couple of inquiries about resumes I'd sent around, which is unusual -- I've been sending them out for weeks and this was the first interest I'd seen since March. Nothing seems to have come of it, because graphic design is a fickle mistress (and companies don't want to pay a professional for something they can make an office drone do for nothing), but just the interest has been a bright point to my week, and far more inspiring than rejection letters (even if it ends that way). I'd been a bit stressed out by money (it's been around two weeks since my last check; I don't live paycheck-to-paycheck but very close to it, and between rent and bills going through all at once I was pretty broke) but I checked yesterday and the whole process had been finished and there was my first check of my extension. I won't have to worry about that for 33 weeks now, which is a huge load off my back. Not quite as good as finding a new job, of course, but the whole "I can pay rent and buy groceries" thing is always a good thing. And of course, I've been a lot more productive concerning art and cooking recently, which is a change from the past few months.
of course, we're only 5 days into September, so there's plenty of time for things to go wrong.
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So, I can add overly waxy ears to the list of Fucked Up Things About My Body.
Once again, the vacuum was pulled out and my ears have been cleaned. My right ear is still bothering me to a degree, but much less so -- I was told the eardrum was a bit inflamed and there's likely fluid behind it, but so long as I keep up on the antibiotics and the drops he prescribed me, it should clear up (I had fun with the stuff he prescribed last year, which sent my blood sugar sky high and lead to diarrhea and a yeast infection...he said he didn't want to put me through that again).
One of the cool things about my ENT is that the office seems to operate entirely on a computer system -- both the RN and the doctor had separate laptops, and all my information (including what I'd told the doctor concerning the side effects of the prescriptions) was on them, not to mention all the technical information about prescriptions and diagnoses and other medical conditions, and access to local pharmacies to send out prescriptions. I go to a lot of doctors, and my ENT is the only one that has a system like that...although I know my endocrinologist has a laptop, she seems to work mostly on paper. I know one of the goals of the political world (the president, at least) is to get all doctors' offices working on a similar system, and after seeing how well it works at my ENT, I think that it's a brilliant idea.
I can hear out of my right ear again, though, which is nice. It is also good because it means I will not be spending my visiting time at Anthrocon going "Hunh?!" at people.
School is nearing its end -- 3 out of 4 of my classes end in two weeks, and my final class ends in a little over a month. I got information verifying my application for graduation last week, although it had no information on whether it was approved -- it just said that I would find out after July 15...I guess that is a "Just in case you don't pass those classes!..." kind of notification. I've been scribbling and bouncing all over getting schoolwork done lately, and while I admit it will be great when it's over, I have to wonder what the hell I'm going to do after it. I guess start looking into getting a Bachelors degree? I've figured it out that if I take classes full-time every semester -- which may or may not be totally overworking myself -- I could get a degree in five semesters, or about a year and three months. Tempting.
The fact that I've gotten this far with no debt pleases me (I pretty much have no debt at all thanks to owning a used car and renting). I don't really want school debt hanging over me, and as of the end of the summer I will have avoided that...so the temptations of a Bachelors degree would be greatly enhanced if I could somehow do it on someone else's dollar. Hmmm.
Anthrocon is looking good right now, and the concept of Not Being An Artist and just poking around as a Fan is very tempting. I'll bring my art supplies, but I honestly don't know if I want to do Artists Alley this year; I want these two days to be about relaxation and just chilling out, and while I love drawing and drawing is good for that, drawing while under pressure often isn't (sometimes I love a good deadline, though my mind's been focused on schoolwork lately so all the pressure centers of my brain are Maxed Out right now). I will still happily, joyfully, draw for friends, but as to being in the Alley...I don't know if I'm up for it this year. It's definitely a "We'll see how I feel on Saturday morning" situation.
Sometimes I do feel like I've lost my artistic center. Last week I was in Pearl Arts & Crafts, staring at all the art supplies I wish I had room for, and I couldn't help but feel that I'm not really an artist. Sure, I want that clay and that easel and a sewing machine and a million kinds of paint, but then...what? I have no room for any of it -- my markers and various types of paper are stashed in my closet; the best art supply I've gotten recently is my Wacom tablet (thanks again go out to
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wingsinmotion, because it currently ranks as One Of The Best Christmas Gifts Of All Time) because it takes up a small amount of space and can be used to do many things. I generally work on a clipboard with looseleaf printer paper...and for that, I feel like less of an artist and more of a Wannabe.I don't expect my art to get me anywhere in life anymore. It hasn't lost its ability to be fun, I think I've just lost my ability to sit down and take advantage of the fun I know it provides.
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