Nay.
Having a rough time over here. Work, diabetes and apartment hijinks. I won't even get into the relationship part of it because that is at least tepidly received. Almost to the point of that neutrality where two individuals know each other so well that they could (almost) go on separately with their own lives despite constant interaction, annnnnnd we're pretty much doing that, only in a more literal sense because of our physical distance apart. We talk every day, sure, but it's clipped.
But that's not the problem(s).
Most of this **** kind of ties in together. I found out the hard way that I was diabetic, type 2. All of the classic symptoms hit me within one week (peeing, chronic fatigue, blurred vision, constant thirst, etc.) and while my girlfriend was here. It was a nice visit, but it was constantly shadowed by those symptoms. I was told (by the woman, of course) to go see a doctor because it could potentially be a diabetic condition by nature. I half-scoffed, but I gave her my word to see a doc. Fast forward and I'm in the ER about a week later, stumbling around and slurring my words like a drunkard. They mount me up on a saline drip and give me a hefty dose of insulin. Doctor's prognosis? Voila! Diabetes. The woman was right.
I missed a lot of work because I was recovering. I feel like I'm blacklisted because of it as well, despite my having legal medical documentation telling them my condition and why I had to take a little bit of time off of work. Plus there's diet, blood sugar monitoring and keeping water with me at all times 'cause of my meds...
Ugh. It's been that kinda **** ad nauseam.
My apartment complex expects me to pay them about a month's worth of rent that I already paid them for. It's just...
Can you tell I'm tired, Lyth? I can't make any ****ing sense anymore.