A Reunion Sunday

A Reunion Sunday

I went to a reunion today. It was of my former coworkers from a company that went bankrupt due to bad management in KC, MO. The company was owned by Payless Cashways, no longer in existence and neither is the company it bought out. But the people is what made going to work nice and pleasant, even if you dealt with cranky customers. Not all customers were cranky but it taught me how to deal with customer service. Unfortunately, it would be the last time I would ever work retail. And just as a reminder if I ever go back, I just have to listen to a customer complain about how their 3rd latte isn’t just right.

It was good seeing my old friends that I haven’t seen in years. It was good to catch up with people and sad to learn that people are no longer with us. It has been more than 15 years since the company closed, yet we all still like to get together. Even though we were once close, I felt out of place. There was only one friend that talked with me for more than 10 minutes. I am not that social so did not initiate conversations. I did a lot of standing and walking around the room. I would say hi to someone but it was nothing more than that. I guess I am an introvert.

I just had my dinner, a black bean burger. Now I can just sit up with my leg elevated and maybe try and take a nap. I really am tired as I didn’t sleep that well. My idiot father called me at 0230 saying his “liver hurts”. I told him to take some pain medicine and I will call him in the morning. He called me shortly after I got to the reunion. Probably because he couldn’t reach my sister. I called him back and he was doing better. I was thankful because I didn’t want to leave the place and spend the day in the ER. I bet he was probably just hungry as he hasn’t been eating lately.

A weird thing was on my wrist. A pimple had formed on one of my scars in the center of it. I was able to pop it but in the process, it triggered me. I so want to cut now. I am trying to distract myself but it is so hard. I am also trying not to look at my wrist as that only makes the urges more powerful. I might put a bandage on it if the urges become stronger. Sometimes if I cover the scars up, it makes me less likely to cut.

I just have one, well two, prescriptions to pick up for the rest of the month and then I think I am done with it. I think I am going to call the state health agency and see if I can get a better drug plan because dishing out $10 per medication is adding up to money I don’t have. I managed this month but next month, I might not be so lucky.