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Sunday night I didn't sleep much at all. My anxiety was improving (not sure if it's the potassium and magnesium that I started supplementing) but I just could not get to sleep. So I was a little loopy Monday morning at work. We had a going away lunch at a nearby diner for the lucky bastard in the office next to me - so happy he's getting to escape. Bosslady, former temporary Bosslady and the head of Extension dude were also there (and ended up paying, woot for free lunch!)
I don't like Extension dude. I tried to help him close out his research project when it was too much for him to continue with due to his new director title at the time. He ended up going mega asshole on me and refused to fill out his final technical report. He even told Bosslady I had an "attitude" for even asking him to do it even though HE was the one that decided that he wanted to try to have a research project and even reported effort so we charged his salary on it. Anyway, I don't like him and I arrived at the diner at the same time as him and the others were carpooling several minutes behind us.
I should have just stayed in my car and feigned some sort of important call or something but I went inside where he was instead. It came up about me not being in during afternoons of which I let him know it was a disability accommodation. He asked what it was for and I used the usual explanation that I have the same thing as former Bossman's adult daughter. That usually shuts them up since former Bossman has had to take his daughter out of state to a specialized PT to try to help her EDS/Hypermobility to get her walking again. Other than that, I didn't give a lot of detail on my experiences. However, that didn't stop this guy from being a judgy jackass and going on about seeing a chiropractor (something absolutely NOT recommended for anyone with hypermobility) and being all fit and skinnier and shit and how he was sooo active when he was younger. Made me uncomfortable as hell so I made a bland comment about doctors not knowing much they can do for this disorder.
Conversations like that keep hitting me the next morning with details I didn't think of at the time. Happened again this morning and I was more agitated at this dude. Not that I'll bother to say anything to him since I'd rather avoid the asshat. This dude is maybe only a few years older than me and recently has had to have TWO heart surgeries. Oh and bud, I'm sure your cardiologist wouldn't have liked that you had a lunch of fried eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes. Try keeping your UNSOLICITED health advice to yourself. Ugh.
Anyway, last night I did sleep slightly better. No looming anxiety issues. Unfortunately the physical health decided to kick in and I had to sit up and try some remedies since I had some burning acid reflux several times. If it's not one thing, it's another. I didn't want to take a tums since that affects magnesium absorption which I'm trying to up the magnesium. I did a few other things and ended up finally getting a couple of decent few hour stretches of sleep. Still tired today but that's general fatigue that I'm hoping with better eating and better sleeping that things will continue to improve.
Oh, completely unrelated. Saw something interesting on TikTok. Evidently having PCOS technically makes someone the definition of "intersex." So I guess I now have two letters in the alphabet mafia acronym! Though they are two that usually get cut off.
I don't like Extension dude. I tried to help him close out his research project when it was too much for him to continue with due to his new director title at the time. He ended up going mega asshole on me and refused to fill out his final technical report. He even told Bosslady I had an "attitude" for even asking him to do it even though HE was the one that decided that he wanted to try to have a research project and even reported effort so we charged his salary on it. Anyway, I don't like him and I arrived at the diner at the same time as him and the others were carpooling several minutes behind us.
I should have just stayed in my car and feigned some sort of important call or something but I went inside where he was instead. It came up about me not being in during afternoons of which I let him know it was a disability accommodation. He asked what it was for and I used the usual explanation that I have the same thing as former Bossman's adult daughter. That usually shuts them up since former Bossman has had to take his daughter out of state to a specialized PT to try to help her EDS/Hypermobility to get her walking again. Other than that, I didn't give a lot of detail on my experiences. However, that didn't stop this guy from being a judgy jackass and going on about seeing a chiropractor (something absolutely NOT recommended for anyone with hypermobility) and being all fit and skinnier and shit and how he was sooo active when he was younger. Made me uncomfortable as hell so I made a bland comment about doctors not knowing much they can do for this disorder.
Conversations like that keep hitting me the next morning with details I didn't think of at the time. Happened again this morning and I was more agitated at this dude. Not that I'll bother to say anything to him since I'd rather avoid the asshat. This dude is maybe only a few years older than me and recently has had to have TWO heart surgeries. Oh and bud, I'm sure your cardiologist wouldn't have liked that you had a lunch of fried eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes. Try keeping your UNSOLICITED health advice to yourself. Ugh.
Anyway, last night I did sleep slightly better. No looming anxiety issues. Unfortunately the physical health decided to kick in and I had to sit up and try some remedies since I had some burning acid reflux several times. If it's not one thing, it's another. I didn't want to take a tums since that affects magnesium absorption which I'm trying to up the magnesium. I did a few other things and ended up finally getting a couple of decent few hour stretches of sleep. Still tired today but that's general fatigue that I'm hoping with better eating and better sleeping that things will continue to improve.
Oh, completely unrelated. Saw something interesting on TikTok. Evidently having PCOS technically makes someone the definition of "intersex." So I guess I now have two letters in the alphabet mafia acronym! Though they are two that usually get cut off.