Eviction Evasion, Doctor, Keeping Score, Supplements

Well, yesterday was judgement day in terms of eviction. We're still living here. I don't know how much I want to talk about it. We were rescued, which I'm grateful for, but people get weird about financial stuff, and I'm never sure where the line is. Somebody might not want to take credit for coming through for us. Might feel taken advantage of. I hope not, but I'm never sure.

I'm disappointed in us. The extra five days didn't help us at all. We just didn't make it in time. If we didn't get the five days, it would have saved us five headaches, that's all.

It was hard to reach the Super that day, because our building is still under heavy construction. The entire first floor, where his apartment is, was blocked off entirely. I wound up having to call him and ask him how I could reach him. He said to just walk onto the first floor through the far stairwell. When I walked out that way, I saw that his apartment wasn't actually blocked off. Safety tape was put over the area that connects his apartment to the rest of the floor, but I hadn't realized that, because from the view from the stairwell, you can't see the tape, and because the elevator and front door both say that the first floor is blocked off, and because I'd seen that section used as a construction site twice before, I hadn't realized that it was still accessible. You have to walk onto that space to see that you're allowed to, essentially.

Oh, by the way, nobody's come to put in heat reflectors yet. They only have one day to do the entire building, since the notice said they'd be coming sometime this week, and they haven't even started.

I went to my family doctor yesterday, too, for my cough and for my secret agenda. You know how, last Thursday, they said to call Monday, and I'd probably get in on the spot, which I did, and was schedule this last Wednesday? And remember how I said that I'd shirked going to the after-hours clinic, despite the fact that I'd be seen the day I went in, because I wanted to see my family doctor?

Well, it turns out that, my getting in on the spot for calling early and with a cough took three times longer than expected, and it turns out my appointment was scheduled during the after-hours clinic.

So basically, it took six days to go to the after-hours clinic. At least it's better than the three weeks it'd take for a regular visit.

I got my medication, and also, she gave me some paperwork to get a chest X-ray. She says she doesn't think there's anything wrong, but it's just to be safe. I don't want to go through the hassle. Everytime I do anything, the person in charge wants me to do more things, in which those people want me to do more things. I'd say I wouldn't bother, but it was her thoroughness that caught Mom's Hep C... I gotta go in tomorrow and be checked for that, myself, and I guess I'll go ahead and get an X-ray...

At least I found out the score on my Katimavik papers. She hasn't completed them yet, but when she does, she'll call me up and it will be passed to the front desk, where I can pick it up.

And that reminds me that my third prospective Katimavik reference agreed. Now I just need to collect them, and I'll have that angle of this application done.

I want to have my essay for that other volunteer program completed by the end of the month, just as a personal goal. I'll do it over the weekend.

I haven't heard from my ex on my webcomic storyarcs request for return, even though I know she's read the request. I think that, if I sent her another message, she'd consider that me “losing”, and she would respond. I found out, also, that she has a tidy little pile of my stuff, including some fairly expensive items. But even if my second message was just to say that she should also send back those other things, she'd still consider it a loss on my part, so I don't think I will...

Of course, my caring about perception of myself, is, in and of itself, a loss...

But her neglect to answer my message is not an act she would go about for your average person, meaning that she still perceives me as a special case. So that's a loss on her end...

...But we've been broken up for ten months now, so I guess I'll just let this lie. If I let everything go, it's not too bad a loss...

So the Vitamin B12 and Vitamin D supplements haven't really helped as much as I thought they would for my specific complaint of dislocation. I have had an incredible amount of energy, as of late, though... I recently complained (not on this blog) that, with the exception of young children, nobody has an adequate amount of energy. Seniors blame their age, workers blame work, parents blame child-rearing, students blame school, and slothful people blame their laziness. Everyone thinks they're a special case, but in reality, everyone is tired, all the time, after they hit adolescence.

Except, right now, I'm simply coursing with more energy than I can handle! YAHOOOOOOO!!!!!

I don't know if it's the supplements or the exercise, and I know this euphoria can't last for long, so I'd better enjoy it while I can. It's part of a human's natural state of being to be tired, I think.

Hey, have you guys noticed that I'm a loser? A twenty-year-old male, single, unemployed, out of school and living with his Mom. Ugh... When I read over this blog, I can't easily tell that I'm a no-lifer. Not unless I purposely add the points together. I manage to come up with things worth saying (in my opinion), or I make things that aren't worth saying sound like they're worthy, but really, I'm a complete and total loser. And now that you realize that, you won't read this blog anymore *sob