I Heart Not Having TB

Amidst my previously blogged about "winning streak," I had a bit of a concerning TB test. I got the injection on Monday, and by that night I had a faint red ring around the stick. You could say I was worried. Anyway. The ring faded by yesterday, and when I went back today to have the test read, it was negative. Sweet. I could write about the super dry humor of the nurse, Ken, who actually scares me a bit, but it'd take too long to explain him. Just know this: when he first injected me, he made comments about having just had Lasik surgery and not being able to see very well. Then, today, when I inquired about the red ring, he commented on how it was bad and a symptom of TB as he marked my sheet negative.

So finding out I don't have TB was a pretty good part of the day. What made it even better was when the Director of Admissions from the mental health hospital where I just got the new job called me. The DoA is an LCSW and as such, loves a wee MSW...like me. She called to formally welcome me to the team, as she wasn't able to attend my interview. Also, she totally wants me to come in before orientation to talk and show me around. She even wants to take me out to lunch, as she is very excited to have an MSW on the team. That said, we're going to lunch on Monday. I'm a teensy bit afraid, as this goes against my fly-under-the-radar mentality, but I know this sort of networking is good. I'm just not used to this much positive attention at a job, especially one at which I don't yet work. I should probably start re-reading the DSM right now. Oh god.

I heart Scrubs.

Anyway. So like all of my home projects are failing. For some reason, mixing jet black paint is impossible for the folks at both Lowes and Wal-Mart. I've painted my damn media cabinet almost three times now, and aside from the spray paint that was actually black but uneven, each other 'black' was charcoal gray. I'm about to go insane. My other projects involve more sorting and clearing and hauling shit up to the attic on the rickety pull down ladder. So I'm putting it off. The good news is that I finally did the dishes, did some laundry, washed the dog, and cleaned up the garage. However, half the crap I took out of the garage is sitting in the foyer now. That includes Joe's swords. I hate the swords. I loathe them. They're stupid and nerdy. But Joe loves them, and thus they stay, though as soon as I muster up the energy, I'm going to bury them under crap in the attic. :-)

Speaking of Joe, I'd like him to come home now. I miss him. It's weird to think that by the time he comes back I will have accepted a new job, gone through orientation and begun working it regularly. I expected things like that when was gone gone. But he's not gone gone. He's home home just gone for a mini training training. This time a part is a bit different then other trainings, though. He works seven days a week, 13-15 hours a day most days. I really don't talk to him much. Sucks.

To close, let me share a dislike and then a like. My dislike is of these pseudo mortgage company who claim to give aid to those struggling to make their payments. Instead of helping, though, they screw the people, take their money, and run. And this in light of a terrible economic situation nationwide. Bastards. However, a major like I have is Edy's real fruit popsicles. It's taken me years to finally catch on. I definitely recommend them. And yes, they have sugar in them. I don't like all the sugar substitutes. Sure, I eat things with them in it occasionally, but too much just seems like a bad idea. It's not natural, and I've actually read that people who use a lot of the substitutes consume more calories than those who don't because something about the substitutes compromises the body's natural ability to calorie count and feel full. Uh. So yeah, get those popsicles.