A year ago, this hour, I was waking up in the Recovery Room, and I felt better than I had in five years. That could've been the morphine, but who knows. It took a month before they let me take off the plastic neck brace, and two before they declared me fit to do things. But even before that, I was doing much better than I had been. I still have fibromyalgia. I still have health problems. But they are so much less, and I know how to deal with them.
A lot of anniversaries are coming up in the next month or so. This is the first, the one that started all of them. It is important to me.
Unsurprisingly, I got a call today that's going to have some life-changing effects. I'm not sure whether they're good or bad, yet. They want me to train to be a store manager, because they're eliminating the assistant manager positions. I'd like to be a manager, except then I'll never get to Florida. That's something I'm pretty set on, moving there. Plus, if they're 'training' me to be a manager, I'm not going to get health insurance for quite a bit longer. That's one of the major reasons I need a job- if you've read the above, you know why I need health insurance.
I'm tempted to say 'fuck it' and move to Florida anyway. I'll quit my job here and do what I always swore I wouldn't- go there with nothing and hope to god I can get work somewhere. It's a stupid thing to do. But now I know I can work, at least. So I may do it anyway.
I don't know what's going to happen. If I disappear for awhile in the next few months, that might be it. I'll try to keep people updated.