Working On A Quirky Graph

I’ve been away from the computer for a bit. Learning to balance a job where I’m on the computer for 40+ hours a week, and my own desire to leave the computer room once my shifts are over. I haven’t quite figured out how it will all balance just yet, but I’m getting there.

I worked the coffee shop today. My body isn’t protesting as much tonight as it usually does. Mainly because the family spent quality time down on Table Rock Lake over the weekend. There was a lot more moving, walking, fishing and freezing than my normal activities. Never bad things, the body needs to move to find a healthier center, but it is still a little outside my new normal. Either way, it is a good thing. In fact, there is a decided uptick in steps from the two days I worked from home and today. I mean, I stepped more today than I did the last two days combined. That’s good and bad I think. Good cause I’ve clearly walked more, but bad cause I really missed the opportunity the last two days. I’ve also stepped up how many days I work at the coffee shop so hopefully that will help how many steps I put in. As well as my income.

Speaking of income, I finally got to talk to my property manager today. She called, because the fridge in the house finally went out. Which makes sense. Turns out, however, she’s been sick due to COVID, sort of. She had COVID in January, which I knew, but I had no idea how badly it would mess with her system. She says the illness exacerbated a condition that was most likely underlying, but blew it all out of proportion. She has gastroparesis. According to the Mayo Clinic, “Gastroparesis can interfere with normal digestion, cause nausea, vomiting and abdominal pain. It can also cause problems with blood sugar levels and nutrition. Although there’s no cure for gastroparesis, changes to your diet, along with medication, can offer some relief.” She has lost 30 pounds in 60 days, and has been vomiting for 4 hours a day every day. I cannot even fathom how bad that must feel. Apparently it was so bad, she had to go to a hospital in another state just to figure out what the hell was going on.

Since she and I finally spoke I let her know I wanted to sell the house. The house has been helpful, but I need it done. I have no idea how long it will take for me to get out of it, but at least we are going to start making moves to get out. Honestly I was just thinking about selling it to an As Is house dealer, but she believes we will get a bigger bang for the buck if we use an agent. I’ll be honest, I’m more looking for speed than I’m looking for anything else. I don’t want to lose money, but I don’t want to have to wait forever to get out either. And since I’m dropping money on a new fridge, I guess I will try and get as much out of the house as I possibly can. Wish me luck on the timeline though. I am super concerned I will miss this housing bump.

Some of the other activities this week include my annual visit to my ob. She gave me some suggestions for a primary care, which is helpful as I haven’t seen one in a few years. I know I need to go. I’m at my highest weight I’ve ever been. My blood pressure is through the roof and I’m way out of shape. I just don’t want to go and be confronted with that. I don’t want to hear that I have diabetes (which I probably do), I don’t want to face the music of my uninhibited eating and lack of exercise for the last forever. You reap what you sow, but that doesn’t mean I’m in the mood to do any reaping. I’ll look over the doctor’s names on Tuesday morning. I’m working the next couple of days with little time to myself. And what little time I do have, I will be spending sleeping, cleaning (laundry here I come) or reading.

There is quite a bit of time I need to spend with Gracie as well. She has been more clingy than normal. Even now, it is after 11 pm, I’m in the office typing and she in a chair behind me, not so patiently waiting for me to be done on the computer after being gone all day. She sits behind me all day when I’m working from the house, often getting up to yowl from the bathroom so I can turn on the tub faucet so she can get a drink.

When we finally shuffle along to bed, she will wake me in the middle of the night with a gentle, single claw that she runs down my spine to wake me up so I can fire the heating pad back up. It drives me up the wall. The look she is cutting me now is sharp enough to cut glass. Or promise retribution. I’m a little scared of the retribution. Wish me luck getting to sleep tonight. I had way too much coffee later than normal. It’ll be a while before I fall asleep.