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It's been a rough couple of days, and I am being emo.
Okay, so I'm getting ready to leave for Graduate School on Saturday. Earlier in the week, I went to the optometrist. I had not had my eyes examined in about four to five years. As I thought, I needed new lenses for my glasses. My left eye is extremely weak and growing weaker, but thankfully my right eye has plateaued in its weakness and hasn't changed in last half-decade. The doc said my left eye is extremely "stressed" and that I need to lay off the caffeine and try to not get my blood pressure up. Apparently, my retina is in danger of tearing apart due to the shape of my eye.
Anyways, so I knew I was going to have to get new lenses, but I wanted to keep my frames. I loved my glasses. They were so cute. Also, I didn't really have the money for new frames on top of new lenses. Thanks to the parts of health care reform that have been enacted, I was allowed to go back on my mom's state employee insurance (my inclusion will unfortunately expire in a few months on my 26th birthday), and while my eye exam was covered under the medical provisions due to me being legally blind and plagued with stress-induced headaches that potentially affect my vision, my glasses aren't covered. My new lenses were $100, and I felt that that was reasonable. Cue the next afternoon, I get a phone call from the doc. The lab that he shipped my frames to to have the lenses replaced broke my glasses in half. I was told to come back and pick out new frames. I thought that I'd get the frames for free because they are the ones who broke my glasses. However, turns out that they only wanted to give me a discount on the frames. My doc was sympathetic, but kept saying there was nothing that he could do that it was buy new frames or have no glasses, that the best they could do was a 30% discount on the frames, a free remake of the lenses (which aren't really free because I paid for the first set of lenses which I could have used if they hadn't broke my original frames, and it's their fault that the lenses have to be remade for another pair), and free rush delivery. I had to pay another $100 for the frames, which I didn't want to spend. The frames are Candies brand, brown with a paisley pink die-cut into the sides, but they aren't cute enough to make me happy about all this.
I then had to go get a haircut. It turned out not great. I actually hate it; it's layered all wrong and doesn't suit the shape of my face. I think it's because I miss having highlights in my hair (the peroxided blonde Rogue streaks right in front). Speaking of the shape of my face, I have gained so much weight since I moved back from Atlanta. I got out some of my dress clothes from the closet because I need to take them with me to M'boro in case I get that job at the Center for Historic Preservation... but when I tried them on, they were all extremely tight and ill-fitting. I can't believe I've let myself get so heavy. I've been overweight for a very long time, but I've never felt any effects of it (shortness of breath, aches and pains, trouble going up stairs or doing strenuous activities) until now. My blood pressure problems have always been due to stress and not my weight, but now I'm worried that I could start having major health complications. I hope that walking to class and back every day will help me drop the weight I've gained and get me back to the weight I was when I was employed.
I've been having a hard time packing my stuff to go. I'm moving in with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lostbean and sororitysarah until I can get an apartment in their complex, so I can't bring too much stuff but I need to have enough to keep me going for a few months. I leave on Saturday, and my job interview at the Historic Center is on Monday, the 22nd. Classes start (and my financial aid money gets direct deposited) on Monday, the 29th. I've got next to no money to last me that week in-between, but my mom bought me some groceries to take along with some new toiletries and necessities. I've been doing room-cleaning and laundry for days along with trying to finish that massive painting for mom. I should be able to finish the painting tomorrow (just detail work now).
On a less important but still irksome note, I still haven't got my Pottermore letter yet. And unfortunately, I really wanted to do an artwork for James Marsters's upcoming birthday, and it looks like I just won't have the time. :( I feel pulled in a lot of different directions, and none of them are lessening my stress.
*sigh*
Okay, so I'm getting ready to leave for Graduate School on Saturday. Earlier in the week, I went to the optometrist. I had not had my eyes examined in about four to five years. As I thought, I needed new lenses for my glasses. My left eye is extremely weak and growing weaker, but thankfully my right eye has plateaued in its weakness and hasn't changed in last half-decade. The doc said my left eye is extremely "stressed" and that I need to lay off the caffeine and try to not get my blood pressure up. Apparently, my retina is in danger of tearing apart due to the shape of my eye.
Anyways, so I knew I was going to have to get new lenses, but I wanted to keep my frames. I loved my glasses. They were so cute. Also, I didn't really have the money for new frames on top of new lenses. Thanks to the parts of health care reform that have been enacted, I was allowed to go back on my mom's state employee insurance (my inclusion will unfortunately expire in a few months on my 26th birthday), and while my eye exam was covered under the medical provisions due to me being legally blind and plagued with stress-induced headaches that potentially affect my vision, my glasses aren't covered. My new lenses were $100, and I felt that that was reasonable. Cue the next afternoon, I get a phone call from the doc. The lab that he shipped my frames to to have the lenses replaced broke my glasses in half. I was told to come back and pick out new frames. I thought that I'd get the frames for free because they are the ones who broke my glasses. However, turns out that they only wanted to give me a discount on the frames. My doc was sympathetic, but kept saying there was nothing that he could do that it was buy new frames or have no glasses, that the best they could do was a 30% discount on the frames, a free remake of the lenses (which aren't really free because I paid for the first set of lenses which I could have used if they hadn't broke my original frames, and it's their fault that the lenses have to be remade for another pair), and free rush delivery. I had to pay another $100 for the frames, which I didn't want to spend. The frames are Candies brand, brown with a paisley pink die-cut into the sides, but they aren't cute enough to make me happy about all this.
I then had to go get a haircut. It turned out not great. I actually hate it; it's layered all wrong and doesn't suit the shape of my face. I think it's because I miss having highlights in my hair (the peroxided blonde Rogue streaks right in front). Speaking of the shape of my face, I have gained so much weight since I moved back from Atlanta. I got out some of my dress clothes from the closet because I need to take them with me to M'boro in case I get that job at the Center for Historic Preservation... but when I tried them on, they were all extremely tight and ill-fitting. I can't believe I've let myself get so heavy. I've been overweight for a very long time, but I've never felt any effects of it (shortness of breath, aches and pains, trouble going up stairs or doing strenuous activities) until now. My blood pressure problems have always been due to stress and not my weight, but now I'm worried that I could start having major health complications. I hope that walking to class and back every day will help me drop the weight I've gained and get me back to the weight I was when I was employed.
I've been having a hard time packing my stuff to go. I'm moving in with
lostbean and sororitysarah until I can get an apartment in their complex, so I can't bring too much stuff but I need to have enough to keep me going for a few months. I leave on Saturday, and my job interview at the Historic Center is on Monday, the 22nd. Classes start (and my financial aid money gets direct deposited) on Monday, the 29th. I've got next to no money to last me that week in-between, but my mom bought me some groceries to take along with some new toiletries and necessities. I've been doing room-cleaning and laundry for days along with trying to finish that massive painting for mom. I should be able to finish the painting tomorrow (just detail work now). On a less important but still irksome note, I still haven't got my Pottermore letter yet. And unfortunately, I really wanted to do an artwork for James Marsters's upcoming birthday, and it looks like I just won't have the time. :( I feel pulled in a lot of different directions, and none of them are lessening my stress.
*sigh*
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Let's hope that things get better from now on. And hair will grow out.
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You'll get used to your new glasses, your hair will grow out, and money's always tight. It'll all pass, but in the moment it just feels like a great big, heaping mound of bad. I get that. :(
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There was nothing wrong with these new glasses, but I didn't want the new frames because of the expense and because they are blaming me for my old ones breaking while they were working on them. In any other situation, I would have gotten these to start with and been happy, but now having them on my face is just a reminder that life keeps kicking me in the gut.
*hugs* I'm just not looking forward to moving or starting Grad School. It's all rolling down hill.
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Actually, I think some church mice may have it better. But I'm doing what I love, so complaining would be foolish.
As to your woes...
Most universities have some sort of student work program. Perhaps you could look there? I know that the money probably wouldn't be great, but something is always preferable to nothing--well, unless we're talking a dread disease, pestilence or its close cousin in-laws. ;)
You'll get there. I have faith.
*offers another round of hugs*
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At the college I'm going to, the work study program is only for undergrads, sadly. They have graduate assistantships, but since the administration dropped the ball with my applications, I am not eligible to do that this year.
*hugs*
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