I saw the new ENT on Monday. I was on prednisone for five days. I took the last one tonight. I immediately got a happier vibe from this office than the last/first ENT. That guy didn’t even fax over my records, that included the CT scan I had in February. He had over a week to do it. The new doctor was not happy. He’s going to try to get the scan directly from the facility where I had it done.

I’m feeling better, but it’s hard to tell since I only had two hours of sleep and then worked eight hours today.

There’s a lot I’m mulling over. I want so badly to free myself from a soul sucking retail job and just practice writing and photography and eventually earning a living doing that. Gawd, just a little start up money. That’s all I need.

I’m working another six consecutive days. Today was day one. I’m so sick of management not caring enough to check to make sure they don’t run two consecutive weeks together so that no one gets stuck with long stretches of shifts. Seriously, is it that fucking hard? It’s not like Walmart where there were over 40 cashiers to schedule. The computer did most of the scheduling and these long consecutive shifts rarely happened. When they did, management fixed it for you, when you asked. Not this job. It’s, “So, switch with someone.”

Well, one of the things I’ll be writing about in my crossroads continuation is my plan to extricate myself. I have medical issues I want done first: see what’s up with the sinuses and if this new doctor wants to do nasal surgery, get my knee replaced, and get my eyes examined (already did that on Monday) and get my $660 glasses paid for.

The knee surgery and recovery will take about three months, during that time I want to do some freelance articles, work on my blog and research making money with it. I’ve been paying onto a short term disability fund all year. I might as well use it.

I’m aiming for taking early retirement to commence around my birthday in February. I will still have to work to earn enough. That’s just fine; I really don’t believe in full retirement anyway.

I think giving up the meaningless, but necessary job is the only way I’ll get to concentrate on my writing,

I’m tired of having too many irons in the fire.

Note: I can’t believe it inserted the image I wanted.