My birthday is coming up soon. I tend not to think about my birthdays until the very last minute, but this year is pretty cool because it's the 12th prime. Atomic number 37 is Rubidium.
Early in September, I hit my technical one year unemployment anniversary. I say technical because I had 3 months of severance pay from my last job. I have not had a job in a full year all the same. Today is another anniversary: the beginning of the longest period that I have ever been unemployed. I hope there's no air of pride in that sound of that statement. One thing I'd really like for my birthday: a good job.
The frugality of unemployment can have an interesting effect on wants and desires; you're so focused on what you need that the things you once wanted oh so badly have faded to subtle background noise only to occasionally pop up and occupy your entire view for very brief moments of time. I've had times where I've desperately wanted a shiny new computer or a fantastic new DSLR, but I know better. Needs first now. The wants will come. And with time, the wants will shift and change. But still, some things I would really like for my birthday: toys.
It's been a long, silent, low energy, contemplative month. The NPR job debacle really stole my thunder. Followed up by a slow rampup to appropriate dosage on new migraine medication that turned me into a zombie (until now, that is; everyone says you go through zombie phase until you hit the right dosage then *poof*, no more zombie!), September turned out to be a complete bust. Something else I'd like for my birthday: an easy and relaxing, no worries birthday month!
The reality of that remains to be seen.
Years of perpetual breathing issues and infected tonsils convinced my GP to schedule a visit with the ENT to evaluate my tonsils for removal. After jabbing and prodding and gagging, he reported that my tonsils were normal and were in no way causing my breathing difficulties, but "there's a very large mass in your neck. Did your GP not say anything about this to you during your last exam?" No. She didn't.
I have a CAT scan scheduled for Thursday morning. I spent much of last week freaking out. I'm pretty relaxed about it now. Whatever it is, there's nothing I can do right -now-. And whatever it is, I'll do whatever it is I can do when I find out what it is. And if there's nothing that can be done, that's that. And if there's something that can be done, more the better. So, I think the thing I really want for my birthday is: a happy CAT scan.
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