Happy Thoughts Needed for the Following Items:

Doctor’s appointment with LLMD (Lyme-Literate Medical Doctor) on 4/6/11 at 10am.

Seriously, you guys, with as weird as things have been going lately, I need to have this appointment go well.  Forrest is taking the day off to take me there, partly so I don’t have to drive to Tunica by myself, but partly to also serve as a witness to the “yes, she has seizures” bit of my symptom list.  And, you know…moral support.  Because he’s just awesome like that.

If it turns out to NOT be Lyme, this guy will be checking for co-infections and/or alternate infections…that’s part of what makes him Lyme-Literate.  So just be in line with me in the hope that the visit turns out to be fruitful, whatever direction that ends up taking me.

It should go without saying, but I am terrified, both of how much this appointment is going to cost (did I mention I’m selling my Walther?  I’ll go ahead and write up a post about it next), and of what might transpire.  I’m tired of being treated like I’m crazy, or like I’m just whining to get attention.  I’m also tired, period.  I want to know why.  This is the only chance I’m going to be able to afford for quite a while, so I want to get something useful out of the visit.

Job Interview at the University of Memphis on 4/7/11 at 2pm.

It’s a typing test, which, if I pass, turns into a Word/Excel test, which, if I pass, turns into an actual interview.  It’s for an admin job (in Accountancy, lulz), which is good for me right now, and the benefits of working there are many…including health insurance that starts the first day of the month following your hire date.

With all of the tests I’ve been taking for other employment agencies and whatnot lately, if I DON’T make it to the interview portion, I’ll have a shit fit.  I got a 100% on Word, 93% on Excel, and 83wpm on the assessment I took yesterday.  HOWEVER, stranger things have happened, and I’ll still probably need an extra confidence boost for the interview…it’s been over a year since I’ve had a job for longer than a couple of days (and I seriously don’t even count the day care when filling out applications), so I have to remain calm, try not to sound desperate, but also sell myself.

I have another vested interest in this job:  Tuition reimbursement.  Which brings me to my next point:

Application to the University of Memphis for double-major undergraduate program, to begin either this summer or Fall 2011.

Ever since my forensic anthropology class at CBU, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about doing forensics as a career.  I know it’s not like TV, and I know that it can be simultaneously the most disgusting AND most boring job ever, and that there’s some danger involved, depending on the circumstances.  But yeah, like I said…can’t stop thinking about it.  The closest program for Forensic Anthropology as a major is at Washington University in St. Louis, and while I like the idea of moving up there, it’s not gonna happen any time soon, so I’m sticking the two majors together that would constitute the same thing, allowing my gen.ed. requirements to transfer from CBU, and will hopefully be able to complete a double-major in the same time it would take to finish the graduate degree I’m still kind of finishing (long story, actually not involving laziness or lack of interest on my part).

Last, but certainly not least, Forrest is quitting smoking.

For those of you who’ve quit before, you know that the worst thing a lot of people go through is the oral fixation + fidgeting (which usually = eating a lot), and a metric ton of irritation.  It’s basically like having PMDD all the time, from what I understand.

Well, the SECOND time you quit, your body becomes a monster, because it’s already given up that crutch once, and it’s not about to let it go again without a fight [insert stupidly complicated chemical explanation here].  So Forrest is going through something of a rough patch right now, and if y’all could think happy thoughts for him, or post some words of encouragement here in the comments, it would be much appreciated.  I love him and I’m worrying about him, but I’m doing all I can, and so is he (yes, doctors are involved…it’s all good).  Basically, moral support and a Rudy chant wouldn’t go amiss.

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And there you have it.  Immediate concerns.  Happy thoughts, plskthxbai.