So as of January 21, 2011 I have been out of Jobcorps. Failed one interview due to a problem i was unaware of until about a week ago. and gained one job that caused my RN to be tetchy about me because of. That folks. is Petite Mal Seizures. They're unpredictable and a pain in the ass to deal with in more ways then one. I can't drive much less get a license. Can't work. And it's difficult to do chores around the house with out experiencing an episode. Now. Currently i am living in New Mexico with my cousin whom is an RN/EMT and has been watching me like a hawk. this is how i found out about it. Been trying to get care but out here it's pretty bad a wait. About a month. and this seems to be getting worse and worse. i counted three seizures today in an hour, alone.

So... whilst i moved out of my dads house because he was an ass to me and not buying into my apparent "game" It seems much to my derision and distaste and mistrust i have to move back. Why? Because in Denton it's a weeks wait to get in for an EEG and an MRI together. sucks don't it? So much for where I'm supposed to be.

Oh, and to add to the mayhem and crap the fucking greyhound bus system lost my Luggage. And it's been a week and it hasn't turned up. So... All of my clothes, socks, underwear, two of my blankets.. including one that was an heirloom that i was planning to pass to my first born (no. the only kid i have now is fuzzy four legged and thinks she's bigger then what she is. i told you about Pebbles) a few... female essentials.. AND... A set of beautiful fluted (if not age tarnished) silver wine heart shaped glasses (set of two that made the heart) that i inherited from my dearly departed mother... I should have flown. the airlines never lose my luggage.

But anyway. that's what's going on in my world. Sucks ass at the moment. I'm still mad at my dad, unsure if i even want to reconcile with him, much less even try to trust him, after his fiasco of him "not buying" into it almost causing me to either go into a full grand mal or cardiac arrest! enough of my rant. dinner time. *splodes*