Everything itches. So much.
This marks four days without allergy medicine. My head feels like it’s going to explode, my skin itches everywhere.
I know this is trite and cliche, but I think I’m allergic to work. More specifically, the building I work in.
Every time I walk in, everything just gets clogged up, my head starts hurting, and my arms and legs itch.
Six more days without allergy medicine — then I get to see the allergist and they will put their big brains together and figure out what I’m allergic to.
This better be worth it.
I talked with my Daddy-O last night. He’s going to be extra kind and throw some money in my checking account so I can eat… and pay my copays… and have gas for my car.
Also my Nana had my phone turned back on.
My family, despite everything, has some awesome moments.
And now S.O. is on my dad’s shit list for not helping.
“I wish you’d told me earlier you were tight on cash”
Sorry dad, but I’m trying to be independent.
“S.O. should really help you out. It’s kind of his job.”
“You make it too easy for him.”
Dad wants me to move to Deland to be closer to them. I’m beginning to wonder if I should. I did apply for a state job down that way — perfectly qualified for, and I’d be making more money than I do now.
I checked the rental situation there and it’s pretty scant. I don’t want anything over $750, but I might have to make some sacrifices.
Now, if my head would stop pounding, like it has been for the last four days, that would be super awesome.
Also, followers in FL — Publix has huge containers of blueberries 2 for $5.