Sup all. I was planning to minimize my computer time this weekend and outside of work stuff, since my new internship is basically ALL COMPUTER ALL THE TIME, but alas. I lack creativity in self-entertainment, and it was a relatively solo weekend, so basically my goal of avoiding screen time was a major fail. Now here it is Tuesday, and I've spent another approximately 12 hours on the computer between my internship and my job since yesterday, and my eyes feel like they might start disintegrating. But actually no eyeball jokes just yet; it's still too soon. They feel fine.
I had a tough morning on Sunday (body image ickiness) and thought it might spiral into a tough day, but I actually managed to turn things around. Just getting out of the apartment for a bit seemed to help—nothing like a trip to Walmart to fend off the blues! Every time I shop there, I swear I'm never going back because I hate the store and I hate everything it represents and I hate that the prices are so much lower than anywhere else that it's GLARINGLY OBVIOUS people are getting exploited somewhere along the line, but......the prices are so much lower than anywhere else. I got a 40 oz jar of peanut butter for $4.00, and a 32-pack of eye drops for $8.00 (they're normally in the $12-15 range). So yeah, someone is getting ripped off somewhere, but I scored big. It's love-hate with me and Walmart. Mostly hate, on moral grounds. But love when my bank account gets a say.
Speaking of my new internship, so far I really like it!! As I said, it's a total desk job—working with data and writing, mostly. My time at the clinic was certainly an experience, and I'm glad I did it, but that type of hands-on clinical work is absolutely not for me. God bless those who can make careers of it.
I have about two weeks until classes start, and I'm actually super excited to get this semester going. I mean, I know I'm going to be ridiculously busy and stressed out, but I need that a little bit right now. I have way too much time to obsess and worry and be sad. My body image is killing me at the moment, and I'm about thisclose to going back to see a dietitian after swearing them off, just because my body is freaking me out and I feel like I don't know what or how much to eat. Still waiting to hear back from the GI doc about my biopsy results and any next steps about my tummy stuff, but I have a feeling he's just going to say "IBS." Which obviously is a real thing, but it also feels bit lazy as a diagnosis to me, like "we don't quite know what's wrong and we've ruled out everything else, so here you go. See you in six months." I do really like this doctor though, so hopefully he'll be willing to work with me on this.
Hmmmm what else? I discovered it is much easier to take the subway to work than to drive, which makes me INCREDIBLY HAPPY because 1) I am sick of driving, 2) My car is no spring chicken anymore and needs his rest, and 3) Gas costs an arm and a leg these days, and my university gives us free train passes. Oh, and I suppose 4) It's better for the environment. But mostly 1-3, if I'm being really honest. Maybe it's because I grew up in a town where public transportation was not a thing, but I find subways to be miraculous! Like, a free air-conditioned ride to work?? Sign me up!
So that's that. I am getting together with a friend of mine tonight before she moves away for law school, and I think that getting a little drunk and having some girl time is EXACTLY what I need right now. Happy Tuesday, everyone.