One of the meds I was prescribed after my heart attack, was Brilinta. It’s expensive, but it’s a life saving medicine. It keeps my blood moving through my body and safely through my stent. There are a lot of side effects, but I believe the benefits outweigh the bad things that might happen. One side effect is bruising. I can handle it but it looks like I’ve been in a fight! Might have to invest in some long sleeve shirts, or, and I like this idea better, get some tattooed sleeves! Yeah!
So I’m still off work recuperating from my pulled chest muscle. Relaxing, doing a little drawing, just minding my own business. Feeling pretty good until I receive some bad news from work. Well, first, I need to provide some back story here.
About three months ago, one of the residents I cook for, became very irate. Seems as if I wasn’t providing his coffee quick enough so he waltzes into the kitchen to get it himself. I’ve told him a thousand times that he is not allowed in the kitchen. This time he gets in my face and calls me a dumb bitch. I could see in his face he wanted to hit me. It shook me. I reported it and he moved out that weekend. In the four years I’ve worked there, he has threatened me multiple times. There’s alway something wrong with either the food, there’s not enough, or it’s not what he wanted. I follow menus provided by the owner. This resident also steals from the kitchen constantly despite doors being locked. It has been very stressful.
Well, the owner let him move back in this weekend. I should say here that the resident is the owner’s dad. Yeah. I’ve been sick to my stomach thinking about going back to work and serving this man his three meals every day. I go back tomorrow and I’m dreading it. I’m supposed to be removing stress from my life and here’s someone else giving me more. Not sure what I’m going to do. I’m starting a new job soon, but I can’t afford to be out of work until my new employer opens up her bistro. I’ll just take it one day at a time. Fingers crossed I make it!
In other news, here are some doodles! The prompts for the art challenge I participate in were, ‘ocean’ for June 8th, and ‘monument’ for June 9th.
I can’t work for a few days due to my pulled chest muscle, but I can still doodle! Prompts for June 6 & 7, were ‘stripes’ & ‘donut’. Drawing a donut just made me want one.
I arrived at work this morning at 7 a.m. At 7:15 I had a sharp pain in my chest. It lasted no longer than five seconds. It was scary but I brushed it off. About ten minutes later, it happened again. I sat down and took some deep breaths, trying to relax. That seemed to work. It happened again 30 minutes later. Then again. Then again. I decided I needed to get to the ER a.s.a.p. The doctor ordered an EKG and bloodwork. Long story short, they couldn’t find anything wrong. Everything looks good. Which is great, but what the heck is going on? Their best guess is an intramuscular injury. Which is entirely possible given my job. I’m always lifting or tugging on something. So I guess no lifting for awhile and I’m supposed to rest. Thank God it wasn’t my heart again!
File this under “tips”, I guess. I was prescribed Brilinta after my heart attack and I am experiencing a side effect. A UTI. Yes, that’s personal but I want to share in case others might experience this and maybe not know what’s going on. I didn’t know until this morning. From everything I’ve read, it’s more common in males 60+. Well, I’m neither of those things. Guess I’m just lucky. Taking meds for hypothyroidism increases your chances even more of having fire crotch. Damn, it’s my lucky day.
P.s. I’m thankful it’s keeping me alive, so I’m complaining but not complaining. Make sense?
I think I’m trying to turn myself back into a hermit. I used to be one, ya know. Scared of everything and everyone, I stayed in my room watching movies and eating chips. Bad habit, that is. To hide oneself away and to eat chips. I’m more outgoing than I used to be but that’s not saying a lot. I was so shy that I couldn’t even order my own food in a restaurant. That was a lifetime ago and nowadays I can talk to almost anyone. I had to get used to the fact that I belong on this earth just as much as anyone. I used to put myself down, telling myself that I wasn’t good enough. There’s always going to be someone prettier, or smarter, or more talented, but we all matter. We’re all important. Where was I going with this? I’m not sure. Anyway, here’s a drawing of an ice cream cone. The prompt for today is scoop.
Whew! The mood swings are horrible tonight. I’ve been experiencing a lot of anger and I’m not sure why. I don’t like to be angry. I’m a laid-back kinda gal. I mean, today was my day off work, so why the hell cant I be happy? I guess earlier in the day I was happy. When the sun was out and the birds were singing. I saw a dog pooping and a cat following the pooping dog back home. A pretty blue lizard visited me while I was swinging on our porch swing. Ah, that helps. My mood is getting better just thinking about today. Anyway, I drew a desert scene today. Here it is. The prompt for June 3rd is ‘desert’.
And another thing…
My happy place is filled with pens, pencils, markers, paper, canvas, paint, m&m’s, puppies, kitties, Dave Grohl, blankets…okay, I’m feeling better now.🤩