In the "best" of all the meetings this week, I told the boss to put away his fucking crackberry and pay attention, told momma from upstairs to STFU, told the engineer he could get bent, and told one of the representatives of the kids upstairs (customer service) that their shitty organizational skills were not my fucking problem to clean up.
I'm not sure, but I do believe this constant nagging medical crap is beginning to make me a bit irritable. Also, the move to steroid treatment may have been the wrong one.
On the bright side, the boss actually called me in after the meeting and said he was overall happy that I was speaking up more in meetings. And he seemed to be sincere. I guess it does beat my usual "sit there and try not to look like I'm sleeping" routine.
I haven't been able to hear for a week and a day at this point in my left ear. At least, not normally. Right now I get tones approximately two octaves above what they should be, slightly delayed from the right side. Oh, and my heartbeat. My heartbeat, REALLY FUCKING LOUDLY POUNDING AT ALL TIMES in my ear. Which is only a mild annoyance. When you're trying to sleep. Doing anything else? It makes you want to punch the nearest living thing.
Which would be Zippy when I'm at work, so I'm in luck. Well, if you can count him as living.
Speaking of which, he's been on-fucking-point the past couple days. Googletalk at all times, a few wife-phone calls a day, and disappearing from his desk for hours at a time and no one knows where he is or what he's doing. Reporting in the call log is even more sporadic than it was before.
And he about made BB rain hellfire down upon him this morning. One server was having problems. Zippy called BB at around 7:30 to log in remotely and look at it. BB got it working. I roll in at around 7:40 or so, Zippy says, "server $such_and_such was down, but I took care of it." I immediately panic thinking, OH FUCK, HE TOOK CARE OF IT! I start checking services, looking for what he fucked up. I see nothing wrong. Assumption: He didn't take care of it.
BB gets here, I inform him of the Zipheroics, he comes un-fucking-glued. Assumption proved correct. He has the call logged on his phone for verification, not that I needed it. I know which of those two to believe. Especially since the server actually WAS running correctly.
I've found myself unable to play guitar the past week and some days due to this constant nagging ear problem. I tried, it just all sounds like shit, no matter what I do. And tones are all clangy and jangly, in the bad way. The doctor I saw yesterday told me we're on second to last resort with the treatment he prescribed. I'm to give this until Tuesday and then they break out the BIG FUCKING GUNS drug wise if it hasn't improved. And if the BIG FUCKING GUNS don't work, I may be in for a cut job. Joy.
I just want:
- To hear normally again.
- To not have a throbbing heartmeter in my ear.
- To not constantly feel like warmed over shit.
I don't think I'm asking for much, but it seems to be more than this week can handle.
Oh, and did I mention the new treatment means I can taste my eyedrops I'm using for the eye infection? Yeah, cleared up those passages fine. Now how about the ears, you know, the actual problem? What can we do about that?
On the bright side, not playing guitar means I'm spending a lot less time thinking about what I need to do to the new V when I get the money scraped together after the metal weekend frolicking.
BB has left to work at the FunhouseStore this afternoon, leaving me with the ZippyBeatDownStick, as the boss has assigned us to temp-babysitting positions until Zippy reproves himself worthy for self-sufficiency. (Pause for laughter.) With my mood, Zipper may be in for a rough afternoon. Poor Zippy.
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