Thursday, July 28, 2011

Thursday 7/28/2011

Day 8. I just took the 8th antibiotic pill. It's only one pill a day. One pill can do that much to a person, gag.

Finally got into the accountant's office and got - quite a stack of paperwork. $425 for $3,000. I'll take it.

I"m out of it. Take a pill at around 3 or 4 pm and then conked out for the night. Saturday is the last pill.

Caleb comes home tomorrow! Yayyyyy!

My dad called me - wondering how I am doing.

When someone other than family asks you how you are doing, what do you say if you are not doing so well? I'm fine, to bypass it or I'm not really that great? Does that person asking that stuff really care, anyway? I told one person after they asked: "not so well, thank you". You see? If you aren't really feeling all that well and really have something going on, people don't REALLY want to have to deal with your answer.

My conclusion? Why ask if you don't want to hear it? You are acting like you care, but you don't really care that much. It's just a thing to say: "How's it going?" or similar greetings.

I'm out of it.



Well it's almost 3 pm and I haven't heard from the manager about a run for tomorrow, so I'm going to assume that it isn't go...