Thursday, August 20, 2009
Why vacations are evil and other observations
Okay, so I've been visiting the folks since last Saturday, and I feel like I've done nothing but nibble and eat crap for five freakin' days. Even bought some candy to go with the movies we rented the other day (Brach's double-dipped chocolate covered peanuts) because, hey, I guess I just figure that any calories taken in on vacation don't count, right? >rolls eyes<
So I'm eating on these chocolate-covered peanuts last night and thinking, "Hmm, I don't even know if I like these." I was looking for good old-fashioned Goobers, but they were not to be found -- so I settled on these others. So what do I do? Eat MORE of them today, only to proclaim afterwards that I don't really like them. Um, so WTF?? WHY was I continuing to eat them??? Arrrghhhh....
I'm beginning to feel part of it is stress eating as well. Hubby informed me yesterday that he's having surgery done on his neck on Tuesday to try to alleviate the pain he's been having from his neck down his arm for five years now. Yes, you heard me right. Five. Years. They found that two of his disks are deteriorated pretty badly and his options were cortisone shots, physical therapy, doing nothing, or surgery. Well, obviously the first three wouldn't take care of the problem, so he opted for surgery.
I've also come to the realization that, like he says, I really DON'T listen to a dadgum thing he says. To make things even MORE stressful, he says that as of September 25, his job contract ends. Now, I was under the impression that some months back they were cleared for another three years, but apparently that was not the case. SOMETHING they wanted was extended for three years, but obviously it wasn't the job. So... in just barely over a month, we could be out of ANY job. I'm not working and haven't been since the end of March, and we ALL know how the job market has been lately. I'm more than a little nervous. I'm almost sick to my stomach over it.
What makes things worse is that he's not a super go-getter. He lost his job some years back and was out of permanent work for two years. He was able to get some short-term contract jobs here and there, but that was after probably being without work for a year. AND they didn't offer insurance. So here we were, for two years -- two adults and a child -- with no insurance. And him pretty much in meltdown mode. Not listening to anybody and their suggestions. It was ugly. My church friends were saying they would have left him. Women that I considered more Christian than myself. Go figger.
And here I signed on for a full load of classes. Had I known this about his job, I would have taken on ANY job ANYwhere rather than trying to find something that would fit what I want to do (though there's no guarantee that the outcome would have been any different) just to have SOMEthing coming in. So now I have to go home and talk with him over the next couple weeks and determine if I'm going to quit school before I ever start. Classes begin a week from Monday, on the 31st. Up until a certain point even after classes start, I can get a 100 percent refund.
This is just too much...
Posted by Beth at 6:01 PM