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Aside from the dual sinus and chest cold I've got going on right now, the New Year only waited two days to take a giant dump on my life.
The realtor for our rental house called today, to let us know the owner wants his house back. ASAP, if possible. However, he is very kindly willing to wait until our lease expires on the second of April. If he has to. And he might even be willing to consider not penalizing us for breaking the lease early if we find a place to move into before April.
Isn't he fucking swell?
While I sympathize with his wanting to move back here because his job in Tennessee sucks a bag of soggy Fritos, we're only signed up to stay down here for another year and three monthsish. But now I've got to find a new place to live, that will be willing to allow us to commit to only 12 months (there are a lot of people who unofficially give prefrence to families that can commit to long term multi-year leases rather than soldiers who will be moving along at any moment thanks to deployments), and who will agree to let us have the furballs.
Colonel Brandon, as adorable as he isn't, can not pass for a 20 pound dog, which greatly limits our housing options. And don't even get me started on the fact that we've got three cats, which is well on our way to becoming the Crazy Cat lady and her husband.
Captain keeps pointing out that we've got a few months to deal with this and don't need to find a house OMG RIGHT NOW, but that's not how I roll. I have anxiety issues, dude. I see a problem, I itch to get it taken care of NOW. So I've had him e-mail the realtor about looking at a townhouse (blerg) that she's got available right now, for the same price we're paying for this place, but one less bedroom, but it claims to have a basement, which would mean storage, so yay? I've also been on the Army housing rental database thing, looking at places there. Some lovely homes for real cheap that very suspiciously do not include any pictures of the yard/neighboring area. Because they are lovely homes in the middle of a crack house strip mall sort of thing.
The base housing people like to issue a bit of a warning to people looking for homes, they warn us all to avoid living outside gate 5. Which is, coincediently, where all the available housing is.
So totally annoyed, it is not even funny.
ALSO, Saturday, or possibly Friday, I don't remember, I've had a lot of cold meds since then - At some point in the not too distant past the PA of New!Doctor Asshat called to tell me my test results because we called asking for them, and also because I need a new prescription for the cholestral meds he insisted I needed to be on. Anyway, PA was all "Umm... so, your test results... Did you do anything different? Change your diet? Something besides just taking the Liptor?"
I'm thinking I'm dying or my kidneys are failing and they don't want to be responsible for giving me some sort of poisonious drug that is killing me. "Nope. Just the thing he told me to take. Been on it a month at that point. Why?" I asked, suspiciously.
It appears that while my blood sugar only dropped a few points with the latest dosage upgrade, my cholestral went down by more than half. Just BOOM, huge drop. Apparently, while something like that is technically possible, the PA thinks that there could be a slight chance that there was something wrong with the test or my sample, and he'd like me to come back in and do it again in a week or two, kthanxbi.
Whatever.
ALSO ALSO, I started my stupid diet today - which I am NOT doing because of New!Doctor Asshat. As a matter of fact, his smarminess almost made me want to not do it just to spite him. Anyway, new diet + hungry + having to figure out how to afford to move plus finding a new home = a Missmiah who very much wants to go to a Japanese steakhouse for some comfort food.
I told Captain that I would feel really sucky for cheating on my diet on the first day, but that didn't mean I wouldn't necessarily do it. He told me to wait and cheat tomorrow, then.
The realtor for our rental house called today, to let us know the owner wants his house back. ASAP, if possible. However, he is very kindly willing to wait until our lease expires on the second of April. If he has to. And he might even be willing to consider not penalizing us for breaking the lease early if we find a place to move into before April.
Isn't he fucking swell?
While I sympathize with his wanting to move back here because his job in Tennessee sucks a bag of soggy Fritos, we're only signed up to stay down here for another year and three monthsish. But now I've got to find a new place to live, that will be willing to allow us to commit to only 12 months (there are a lot of people who unofficially give prefrence to families that can commit to long term multi-year leases rather than soldiers who will be moving along at any moment thanks to deployments), and who will agree to let us have the furballs.
Colonel Brandon, as adorable as he isn't, can not pass for a 20 pound dog, which greatly limits our housing options. And don't even get me started on the fact that we've got three cats, which is well on our way to becoming the Crazy Cat lady and her husband.
Captain keeps pointing out that we've got a few months to deal with this and don't need to find a house OMG RIGHT NOW, but that's not how I roll. I have anxiety issues, dude. I see a problem, I itch to get it taken care of NOW. So I've had him e-mail the realtor about looking at a townhouse (blerg) that she's got available right now, for the same price we're paying for this place, but one less bedroom, but it claims to have a basement, which would mean storage, so yay? I've also been on the Army housing rental database thing, looking at places there. Some lovely homes for real cheap that very suspiciously do not include any pictures of the yard/neighboring area. Because they are lovely homes in the middle of a crack house strip mall sort of thing.
The base housing people like to issue a bit of a warning to people looking for homes, they warn us all to avoid living outside gate 5. Which is, coincediently, where all the available housing is.
So totally annoyed, it is not even funny.
ALSO, Saturday, or possibly Friday, I don't remember, I've had a lot of cold meds since then - At some point in the not too distant past the PA of New!Doctor Asshat called to tell me my test results because we called asking for them, and also because I need a new prescription for the cholestral meds he insisted I needed to be on. Anyway, PA was all "Umm... so, your test results... Did you do anything different? Change your diet? Something besides just taking the Liptor?"
I'm thinking I'm dying or my kidneys are failing and they don't want to be responsible for giving me some sort of poisonious drug that is killing me. "Nope. Just the thing he told me to take. Been on it a month at that point. Why?" I asked, suspiciously.
It appears that while my blood sugar only dropped a few points with the latest dosage upgrade, my cholestral went down by more than half. Just BOOM, huge drop. Apparently, while something like that is technically possible, the PA thinks that there could be a slight chance that there was something wrong with the test or my sample, and he'd like me to come back in and do it again in a week or two, kthanxbi.
Whatever.
ALSO ALSO, I started my stupid diet today - which I am NOT doing because of New!Doctor Asshat. As a matter of fact, his smarminess almost made me want to not do it just to spite him. Anyway, new diet + hungry + having to figure out how to afford to move plus finding a new home = a Missmiah who very much wants to go to a Japanese steakhouse for some comfort food.
I told Captain that I would feel really sucky for cheating on my diet on the first day, but that didn't mean I wouldn't necessarily do it. He told me to wait and cheat tomorrow, then.
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