It's 2016 and I find myself in the same situation I was in a year ago. Living at home, jobless, and of course there is not one boy here, or there, or anywhere seems like.
New Years Eve was different. It was the 1st time in 6 years or so that I had spent New Years Eve alone, but it wasn't sad! Just different.
I visited my brother and his family New Years day and the weekend. It was super nice to get away... and have a breath of fresh air and hang out with some fun kiddos.
I stopped in Auburn for a few days to hangout with some of my dearest friends (who are conveniently in the same/almost same boat as I am).
It's always good to see them and review our life status and we talk through the pain of job applications and the unfortunate task of writing cover letter after cover letter. We see each other on a monthly basis, and it's perfect.
On my way home I got a sore throat... that turned into a cough... that turned into congestion. All 3 raged for 4 days straight. After a bottle of cough syrup, half a bottle of mucinex, 20 advil... or something like that, and an entire box of sudafed... I had not recovered, but had worsened... I had loss my voice and my appetite, and I was sure that death was near.
And because of my recent job loss, I was fresh out of health insurance. So I cried, and was sure I would have to pay a $1,000 to see a Doctor..... but did not want to die at 27.
So I called around, with hardly no voice at all.
Turns out some of those little walk in clinics give you 20% of if you pay in full, and turns out there are really nice doctors who prescribe free scripts. So after a diagnosis of a dreadful sinus infection, my very 1st one too, I only paid $80 for everything and went home to recover for 2 days.
2 sicknesses in 2 weeks. I think my immune system is suffering from stress... or at least that's what webmd tells me. I am NEVER sick. Never, never, never.
SO now I have pretty much recovered, only with the slightest cough.
My days thus far are spent applying to job after job and hoping that somewhere, I will have favor.
I am broke, and my sanity is tested on a daily basis, but... I never want to be desperate. I hate that feeling... you know, desperation paired with hopelessness? Oh, you don't? Well, I would not recommend.
After searching and applying to 20+ jobs, I had that sinking feeling of "if you're going to be successful, then you're going to need to be a software engineer, or something close in proximity"... which led to "if I go back to school, it's going to cost a billion dollars" which snow-balled into "I am going to be trapped in this town forever because I can't get a job, because my degree sucks, and why didn't I go to school and get a better degree, and why am I single, and WHY IS EVERY AREA OF MY LIFE SUCKING"... yea a little dramatic. Desperation.
Everyone has their brick walls, failures, disappointments, and regrets, but I just hope to do a better job living despite these.
and YES I did take a picture of my night stand through that hellish week. For documentation purposes of course, but I hardly ever take these kinds of meds, and I am sure after all things ingested pre doctor appointment... the steroids and antibiotics were a piece of cake for my system.
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