Good news

I'm running behind on everything I wanted to write before Labor Day, so this may be a very rushed post about everything.

Some of you have asked me if my camp experience was good or bad. To be honest, it's been difficult for me to determine that. It was bad to some extent and awesome to another. I had a blast with the kids. I loved what I did. I enjoyed the activities at camp. But I absolutely hated the adults that were in the leadership group. They had their own clique and it was getting to me on an emotional level. The other problem I had - physically, I wasn't doing well at camp. I had to come to terms with my diagnosis of arthritis. I've been in denial for five years. Camp confirmed that this is indeed a problem for me. For five years I've been hiding my handicapped placard because people give me the look when I park in a handicapped spot (I don't LOOK sick). But after camp, I've decided "screw them!" if they want any of my four conditions, they're welcome to it.

So now two weeks after camp, I'm done limping, but of course just long enough to go through surgery that caused me to walk like a monkey.

And what does my husband ask me as we approach the parking lot today - "would you like me to park in a handicapped spot?" For five years he's been asking me this because I'd only let him do it when there are plenty other handicapped spots and I wouldn't be taking anyone else's spot that may be more handicapped than me. Today I just asked him, "do you honestly believe I could walk the distance from where you just parked to the front entrance?" Needless to say, he got the message.

On the first day at camp once the kids started arriving, I was looking for five particular kids. Five kids whose mothers know me from a support website. I couldn't find one of them. Some misunderstanding (found him later). But for a brief time I was about to call the mother to find out which bus he got on. As I turned on my cellphone (we were told to have it shut during camp) I noticed a message for me.

The message was from my future boss.

I GOT THE CLEARANCE, THEY WANT ME RIGHT AWAY!

I called her right back and she told me someone gave in her notice and they want ME as soon as possible. I was so thrilled, but I told her I'd like vacation after camp because I knew I still needed surgery. I didn't think it'd be a problem for me to start working while injecting alcohol. But I suppose I'll find out tomorrow.

Tomorrow is my first day at work! After five very long months I finally get to work at the job I wanted.

I'm extremely excited about it. A bit wary because of my condition after surgery, but it's only two more days of this alcohol party and then I can go to the ER and get it removed. My boss knows about my surgery and is understanding.

I'm really worried about more surgeries I need this year, but I'm hoping the client would get to know me before I have to tell him I need more surgeries. Once they'll realise I'm not a slacker and work my ass off, they'll understand my situation better. I'm far more motivated to work because of my poor health, simply because it gives me a sense of normalcy in my life.

Of course with my new job my blog surfing will have to be reduced to evenings only. I don't think I'd be surfing the net at work. I already know I'm going to be extremely busy.

Thank you everyone for your supportive comments and emails through my unemployment phase in life as well as my health problems. It's a wonderful feeling to know so many people care.