It's been raining here in La La land since this past Sunday and it's forecasted to continue until Saturday! I have to say, this is our rainy season so if it's ever going to rain during the year, this is the time that it does! It's just that us Angelenos are SO incredibly spoiled when it comes to weather! I mean, for the majority of the year, it's sunny and gorgeous outside! And even during the rainy season, we may get only 3-4 storms come through. Well the news is saying that this is another "el nino" year and that we should expect a lot of rain. In other words, maybe up to 6 storms this season! The rainy season starts in November and ends in April however, it REALLY only starts raining in January and typically ends in March. Being that this is our first real major storm this season, I realized that I don't have an umbrella. I have this weird complex with umbrellas...I don't know why, but I just hate carrying them! It's weird, I know! But I needed one so I went to CVS to buy one on Sunday night. Well, when I got there there were literally 3 left on this huge wall! Luckily there was a black one left! Thank God, because I didn't really care for the neon green or the Dora the Explorer umbrellas. I took the last decent umbrella and went up to the register. I waited in line for 15 minutes and I have to tell you, 90% of the people in line were purchasing umbrellas!
The local news channels usually go NUTS when it rains too! You can be in the middle of your favorite TV show and they will cut to "BREAKING NEWS" and you think, "Oh God! There's been a horrible plane crash, or something devasting has happened somewhere" but no, it's about the "storm of the century"! How there is water building up on the sides of the streets and people are driving slow. Southern California streets really weren't made for any type of weather what so ever...other than sunshine of course...so they're a total mess when it rains. BIG Palm tree debris in the middle of the road causing everyone to slow down to about 5mph in order to drive around it, gushing water rapidly flowing down the sides of streets, and sewers furiously overflowing with too much rain water. Even the slightest drizzle out here will make traffic lights go out! I used to complain and bitch about the drivers out here and how they can't handle driving in this weather however, after living here for so long, I've found myself driving REALLY bad in the rain as well. In fact, if I don't have to leave the house when it's raining, I won't. I park my car in a parking garage so it's great...when I leave my place, I don't have to go out into the rain to get into my car. And when planning on going somewhere in the rain, I will plan on where I'm going based on whether or not they too have covered parking. I'll even find myself going out of my way to a place just because they have covered parking. Well, yesterday afternoon we had a little break in the storm and one of my best friends had an accident at work last week and he can't drive right now so I told him I would pick him up and take him to Trader Joe's to get some food shopping done. He lives about 5 minutes from me. Well, just about every traffic light on Santa Monica Blvd through West Hollywood was out and flashing red! OMG! Not only is it annoying when it's flashing red but no one gives a crap about who's turn it is next to go through the intersection! I think we also get confused when there's someone trying to turn left. The whole left turn thing at a 4 way stop can really throw a monkey wrench into the already messy situation! No one knows when it's really supposed to be their turn so it usually ends up being a big hot mess! On top of that, people drive VERYYYYYYY slow when it rains. Almost as if they were driving in an ice storm. My favorites are the ones who drive with their 4 way flashers on...as if it's an emergency situation or something! I will admit, when driving up in the hills, it can be like driving through a waterfall...the water REALLY comes down those streets like crazy! But I was in the flats...there's no need to drive 5mph with your flashers on!
So after about 20 minutes, I get to my friends house and we drive to Trader Joes. Luckily, there's an underground parking garage! AMEN TO THAT! I hate getting wet from the rain! We circled the garage about 3 times until I finally found a spot to park in! Took the elevator up into the store and as the elevator doors opened, I could tell it wasn't going to be pretty just from the sound of banging carts and people shouting! I've experienced this before several times during rain storms so I'm becoming accustomed to it now. People go completely bananas at food stores right before or in the beginning of a big storm! They panic like they're going to run out of food in their "hurricane shelters" or something! As if food shopping wasn't annoying to begin with, try it when it's raining in LA! No one has ANY regard for ANYONE else in the store! It's all about survival of the fittest! They'll bang into your cart and won't apologize, and they'll even take the last item of something that you were reaching for. They're very good at this too! It's almost an art form really...the way they've conditioned themselves to food shop before a storm. Like a pro athlete has been conditioned his/her whole life. So, I'm sure it comes as no surprise that the majority of the shelves were pretty much empty...most especially the liquor aisle!!! You would think the essentials would most likely be gone for sure...milk, eggs, bread, etc, but that's not the case here...liquour beats them all I guess as THE essential for a storm. I guess they figure if it's going to rain all week and you're going to be stuck in your house, might as well have a little party!
Now, you're probably thinking, don't these people need to go to their work?! I know...that's what I thought! People in Southern California seem to work when they feel like it! I kid you not! It's the strangest thing! You can call up anyone any day and they can, most likely, meet you for lunch or go shopping or do something. And it's never a quick 30 minute lunch either. People here can stay at lunch for over an hour...and have martini's in the middle of the day too! I never fully understood that either! How these people can afford to live here and have their work schedules so non-chalant (one of my fav words!). So when it rains, they definitely don't work!
All said though, as much as I don't like the rain, it is nice to get some out here every once in awhile...it clears the air, and makes the crops grow. I'm sure there are other benefits of rain but whatever. It's funny how the weather DEFINITELY affects us out here. When we don't have our sun shining, it's almost like an instant panic that comes over all of us and we basically shut down! There's definitely something to be said about the California sun! We wouldn't be California without our amazing weather and constant sunshine. It's amazing, really! The sun gives us so much power and makes us feel SO great! It makes us tan, gives us confidence, makes us get out and do more things. Maybe that's why Californians are such happy people! We really are a true Prozac nation out here...the constant sun is our anti-depressant. The Mama's and The Papa's said it right when they said "all the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray, I'd be safe and warm...if I were in LA"...except of course, if you were here this week! I don't know about being safe and warm this week...try us next week when the rain is over! ;-)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Song Lyric Question...
So I'm pretty well known for getting song lyrics wrong...A LOT! For example, I thought it was: "Janet...Jackson is the last name" up until a few years ago when one my best friends corrected me (after laughing) and told me it's "Janet...Ms. Jackson if you're nasty". I don't know how I didn't get that! Another song I didn't know the correct lyrics to is "It's Raining Men". My Dad used to own a waterproofing company and one time I heard this song on the radio. I'm thinking I was about 16 or 17, because I was driving when I heard it. I thought "OH MY GOSH! What a great song for Dad's business". When I got home I told my Mom "I just heard the BEST song for Dad's business! It goes 'it's raining BAD! Hallelujah! It's raining BAD'"! My Mom laughed and told me the correct lyrics. But you know, if you listen to that song, sometimes it sounds like they're sayind "hard"...not "men", right?! I get a lot of things mixed up actually! Believe it or not, up until I was a senior in High School, I thought that when reading a recipe that "tsp" was actually pronounced "tisp"...and "tbsp" was "tibsip". I never put the whole "tsp" and "tablespoon" thing together! I don't know why...it just didn't click in my brain like that! Unfortunately, I found out that I was mis-pronouncing these words the first day of Foods class (in Home Ec) when I volunteered, like a dumb ass, to read our first recipe to the class! The teacher looked at me like I was a "special" needs student! Me, special? Of course! But not that kind of special!
Anyway, I think you get my point now. So onto my question. So, it was raining here today in LA! Actually, more like a torrential down pour! I had to go up to my house I have listed for sale (we're actually in escrow now, amen to that!) because we had a few more inspections to do (the geological survey and the appraiser had to come up). I had nothing to do and while I was looking out at the rain, I started singing in my head a little song that I learned as a kid and used to sing: " It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring...he went to bed without his head and forget to wake up in the morning". I started to think about the song...was I getting these lyrics wrong as well? I mean, it certainly wouldn't be a first! How does and old man go to bed without his head? Of course he's not going to wake up in the morning if he goes to bed without his head! Duh! This makes no sense! But I don't know what else it could be! Does anyone know if I am, in fact, singing this correctly? Who wrote this stupid song anyway?! Probably the same guy who wrote the lullaby about a cradle in a tree top and the tree branch breaking and the cradle falling! OMG! Seriously?! What the hell is that all about?!
Anyway, I think you get my point now. So onto my question. So, it was raining here today in LA! Actually, more like a torrential down pour! I had to go up to my house I have listed for sale (we're actually in escrow now, amen to that!) because we had a few more inspections to do (the geological survey and the appraiser had to come up). I had nothing to do and while I was looking out at the rain, I started singing in my head a little song that I learned as a kid and used to sing: " It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring...he went to bed without his head and forget to wake up in the morning". I started to think about the song...was I getting these lyrics wrong as well? I mean, it certainly wouldn't be a first! How does and old man go to bed without his head? Of course he's not going to wake up in the morning if he goes to bed without his head! Duh! This makes no sense! But I don't know what else it could be! Does anyone know if I am, in fact, singing this correctly? Who wrote this stupid song anyway?! Probably the same guy who wrote the lullaby about a cradle in a tree top and the tree branch breaking and the cradle falling! OMG! Seriously?! What the hell is that all about?!
Friday, January 8, 2010
The Rejection Letter
So I dedicated yesterday to making phone calls and getting my hospital debts in some kind of an order. I called my contact, Rudy, at the first hospital that treated me...the one back in Pennsylvania. According to them, I owe them $180,000. Isn't that just a riot?! It makes me laugh when I see that! So anyway, Rudy turns out to be a really cool guy and he totally wants to help me. So he's pointing me in the right direction and telling me point by point what I need to do to make this all better. So I'm appealing most of the claims with my insurance company who decided, against my own word, that I had a pre-existing condition and doesn't want to cover most of my medical expenses. While I'm waiting to hear what the decision will be on my appeal, I have to apply for California Medicaid, known as "Medi-Cal" out here. Rudy told me that most likely I will be denied by them but that I have to go and apply anyway and get a rejection letter from them. Then the hospital will see that I'm unable to get help anywhere else and THEN they will be able to financially assist me...what that exactly means I don't know...but I'm working on it!
So, today I drove down to the Public Social Services office. When I pulled up to the building I was actually impressed. It was newer construction and looked pretty nice from the outside! Unfortunately, they already let it go to complete shit on the inside. I walked into the lobby and was directed towards the metal detector, which was a joke, and then stood in a long line just to be told to go to a different room for my application. Stood in another line, got my application and waited to be called. Then I was brought back into another room full of cubicles where I had to sit and wait to be called....again! This woman came up to me and, God bless her little heart, she looked like one of those little troll dolls! No joke! Now her hair wasn't out of control like the troll dolls but her face was a mess. I looked around inside of her cubicle at her pictures. Looks like she was able to score a husband, so thats good! But still, I just felt so bad for her in her oversized tshirt with "Pooh Bear and Friends" on it! That's another thing I don't understand when people wear that crap! Are they for real? She REALLY seemed to like kittens too because there were a lot of pictures and posters of them everywhere! Anyway, the only point of me sitting there was for her to "open" my case. Then I had to go upstairs, sign in, and wait to be interviewed. I sat in a large waiting room with absolutely no color what so ever...dirty white walls, dirty white floors, and very ugly uncomfortable seating. It was SO bland and SO depressing! I mean, who designs these places?! I don't understand! I had a man sitting next to me who had atrocious poop breath! It smelled like coffee and shit mixed together, like dirty bong water, like a wet ash tray, like...well, I think poop pretty much sums it up. He was NOT a nose breather either! P-flippin-U! I looked around and there was no where else to sit...I was stuck sitting next to the heavy mouth breathing poop breath guy! While I was doing my scan of the room I noticed the other people that were waiting. I don't mean to come off as sounding pretentious but, holy shit! I think there has got to be some correlation with the number of teeth missing and the number of brain cells lost with people. There were some MAJOR crazies there! One man was having a full on conversation with himself...he even busted out laughing twice at God only knows what. I found it completely odd that NO ONE in the room even looked up or took notice to it! I mean, how can it be that I was the only one finding it odd? Everyone else just acted like it was normal daily activity. Then the lady sitting down the row from him either had ants in her pants, or she was doing the jitterbug dance in her seat. She was definitely rocking out to something good...I wish I could have heard the music she was listening to in her head. But then some raspy ass voice from around the corner shouted my name and THAT was music to MY ears! Even though they pronounced my last name without the apostrophe in it...as if it were one word..."OBRIEN" (pronounced "ob-rien"). I could care less at that point...I just wanted to get out of there! So I was walked back to another cubicle where I was going to be interviewed. The first thing I said to the woman was "hi, how are you?". Her reply "uhhhh...REALLY tired". So I said "well the day is almost over so thats good!" and she says, with an big 'ol attitude, "if you say so". Ugh, this woman was a TOTAL hot mess! I thought to myself, well this should be a good time! We sat down and she asks me if I know all about medi-cal. I told her not really. She literally rolls her eyes and lets out a big annoying sigh and says "well, I'm REALLY tired so, in a nutshell..." I stopped her right there...I was in shock but I decided it would be best for me to just explain my whole situation and how I already knew that since my medical bills that I'm trying to get help with are from 2008, that I will most likely be denied. Her response "well you got that right". Great! So I told her that all I needed was a rejection letter from her so I could give it to the hospital to show that I don't qualify for medi-cal benefits. You would have thought that I had asked her join me in running the LA marathon! The attitude with this one was unbelievable. It was Friday afternoon around 4pm and I get it...you're over it, it's the end of the week...and she's most likely been dealing all week long with those crazies that I was sitting with in the waiting room. But I was probably her easiest case...not to mention the cutest one too! All I wanted was a letter. Well she finally got her size 16 ass out of her indented chair and wobbled on over to the printer to get the rejection letter that she printed. Meanwhile, making the rejection letter looked rather simple to me...she pulled up a pre-written word document, typed my name on it, and hit print. She took her sweet ass time doing it too. I would too though if my red and green swirl sparkly painted fingernails were 3 inches long like hers too! So I got my rejection letter! Yay! This is probably the first time that I'm excited to have received one of those. So now I just have to send this to Rudy and see what the next step will be! One more thing before I close here...a special thanks to my social services worker, L'Saundra, for working with me and getting me my letter! Thanks gurrrrrrrrrrrrrl!
So, today I drove down to the Public Social Services office. When I pulled up to the building I was actually impressed. It was newer construction and looked pretty nice from the outside! Unfortunately, they already let it go to complete shit on the inside. I walked into the lobby and was directed towards the metal detector, which was a joke, and then stood in a long line just to be told to go to a different room for my application. Stood in another line, got my application and waited to be called. Then I was brought back into another room full of cubicles where I had to sit and wait to be called....again! This woman came up to me and, God bless her little heart, she looked like one of those little troll dolls! No joke! Now her hair wasn't out of control like the troll dolls but her face was a mess. I looked around inside of her cubicle at her pictures. Looks like she was able to score a husband, so thats good! But still, I just felt so bad for her in her oversized tshirt with "Pooh Bear and Friends" on it! That's another thing I don't understand when people wear that crap! Are they for real? She REALLY seemed to like kittens too because there were a lot of pictures and posters of them everywhere! Anyway, the only point of me sitting there was for her to "open" my case. Then I had to go upstairs, sign in, and wait to be interviewed. I sat in a large waiting room with absolutely no color what so ever...dirty white walls, dirty white floors, and very ugly uncomfortable seating. It was SO bland and SO depressing! I mean, who designs these places?! I don't understand! I had a man sitting next to me who had atrocious poop breath! It smelled like coffee and shit mixed together, like dirty bong water, like a wet ash tray, like...well, I think poop pretty much sums it up. He was NOT a nose breather either! P-flippin-U! I looked around and there was no where else to sit...I was stuck sitting next to the heavy mouth breathing poop breath guy! While I was doing my scan of the room I noticed the other people that were waiting. I don't mean to come off as sounding pretentious but, holy shit! I think there has got to be some correlation with the number of teeth missing and the number of brain cells lost with people. There were some MAJOR crazies there! One man was having a full on conversation with himself...he even busted out laughing twice at God only knows what. I found it completely odd that NO ONE in the room even looked up or took notice to it! I mean, how can it be that I was the only one finding it odd? Everyone else just acted like it was normal daily activity. Then the lady sitting down the row from him either had ants in her pants, or she was doing the jitterbug dance in her seat. She was definitely rocking out to something good...I wish I could have heard the music she was listening to in her head. But then some raspy ass voice from around the corner shouted my name and THAT was music to MY ears! Even though they pronounced my last name without the apostrophe in it...as if it were one word..."OBRIEN" (pronounced "ob-rien"). I could care less at that point...I just wanted to get out of there! So I was walked back to another cubicle where I was going to be interviewed. The first thing I said to the woman was "hi, how are you?". Her reply "uhhhh...REALLY tired". So I said "well the day is almost over so thats good!" and she says, with an big 'ol attitude, "if you say so". Ugh, this woman was a TOTAL hot mess! I thought to myself, well this should be a good time! We sat down and she asks me if I know all about medi-cal. I told her not really. She literally rolls her eyes and lets out a big annoying sigh and says "well, I'm REALLY tired so, in a nutshell..." I stopped her right there...I was in shock but I decided it would be best for me to just explain my whole situation and how I already knew that since my medical bills that I'm trying to get help with are from 2008, that I will most likely be denied. Her response "well you got that right". Great! So I told her that all I needed was a rejection letter from her so I could give it to the hospital to show that I don't qualify for medi-cal benefits. You would have thought that I had asked her join me in running the LA marathon! The attitude with this one was unbelievable. It was Friday afternoon around 4pm and I get it...you're over it, it's the end of the week...and she's most likely been dealing all week long with those crazies that I was sitting with in the waiting room. But I was probably her easiest case...not to mention the cutest one too! All I wanted was a letter. Well she finally got her size 16 ass out of her indented chair and wobbled on over to the printer to get the rejection letter that she printed. Meanwhile, making the rejection letter looked rather simple to me...she pulled up a pre-written word document, typed my name on it, and hit print. She took her sweet ass time doing it too. I would too though if my red and green swirl sparkly painted fingernails were 3 inches long like hers too! So I got my rejection letter! Yay! This is probably the first time that I'm excited to have received one of those. So now I just have to send this to Rudy and see what the next step will be! One more thing before I close here...a special thanks to my social services worker, L'Saundra, for working with me and getting me my letter! Thanks gurrrrrrrrrrrrrl!
A little background story first...
Okay, so here's a little background story for you all first! I'm a young gay male living in West Hollywood, CA. Well, I think I'm still young...I'm 32. I always thought I really knew what I wanted to do with my life...but I actually don't. In the 3rd grade, my Mom brought me down to the Philadelphia International Airport to pick up my older sister. She had been in Florida visiting our grandparents with our cousin. The SECOND we got to that airport I became obsessed! I was obsessed with Eastern Airlines and I was obsessed with wanting to become an airline pilot for them! I also ALWAYS knew that I was going to live in the LA area.
Well, I made one of those happen! I moved to LA the week after I graduated from college. Eastern went out of buisness in the early 90's and I'm not gonna lie, it was heart wrenching for me at the time! I still wanted to fly though. But then I went to college and things just changed...I can't describe it. If that 9 year old boy at the Philadelphia Airport saw me today, he'd be pissed! But people change...things change!
Since I moved to LA, I have had so many different types of jobs: Agent Assistant at a large talent agency, Sales on Rodeo Drive, Spa Director on Rodeo Drive, Volkswagen Salesman, worked at Abercrombie & Fitch (yuck!), Agent at a large entertainment product placement firm, Manager for a window tinting company, and finally...a Beverly Hills real estate agent! Which, by the way, I'm so sick of doing!
In late July of 2008 I hit a MAJOR bump in the road and was brought down REAL fast! While on vacation back east with my family I suddenly became ill...very ill! I lost about 50 pounds in about 10 days time. I was in excrutiating pain and could barely function. I went to see a doctor back there on the east coast and I was diagnosed with a rather acute case of crohns disease and was admitted into the local hospital the last week of August 2008, where I stayed for 30 long days! Fortunately, for me, I was drugged up A LOT on some pretty heavy duty drugs, so those 30 days, in my head, were pretty much spent on a VERY loving cloud. I loved everything and everyone! I definitely was not with it...but that's okay...who would want to be in that state?! When I left the hospital I went back to stay at my Mom's home to recuperate and continue treatments. I was receiving a drug infusion every few weeks. It always made me feel sick and just terrible...even though it wasn't supposed to. I was in no way shape or form able to go back to LA and start my life back up again. After months of recuperating, I set a date to return to LA...January 3, 2009! Looking back now I really wasn't physically read to go back but mentally, I had to!
I flew back to LA and started up with a new doctor out here at Cedars Sinai. GREAT doctor...GREAT hospital! I even got back into real estate...BAD idea! Too much stress in that industry right now. I worked until March and that was it. Well, I got fired actually but it definitely was the best thing for me. I was working under another real estate agent as an agent assistant and it just didn't work out. However, I kept my real estate license because I do have a listing in Beverly Hills. One beautiful home that I have had listed since July 2008!!! It's been a total bitch! However, it looks like it will finally be selling very soon! So after I got fired, I started working for a friend who owns a construction company. I do his bookkeeping, schedules, payroll, general office crap...but it's only part time. So to make additional money, I do massage therapy. I'm doing pretty good with that however, I don't like the uncertainty of how much money I'm going to be bringing in each week. That can be stressful.
So it's 2010!!! It's a new year and a new decade and it's going to be a new JACK! I am making a comeback! I want my body back! I want my drive back! I want my confidence back! I want it all back! Let me explain a little: That home I have listed forever, I want to get it sold! And I want to finally figure out the direction I want to go in my life...I want a new career and I want to start it as soon as possible! I'm really thinking a career in nursing right now! Pediatric intensive care nursing, to be exact! So I need to get on top of that! I want my body back! Right before I was sick, my body looked the best it has ever looked! I was at the gym every morning and I was up to 175 pounds...muscle! But not too much! I don't need to be 175 again...I'd settle for 165 right now. When I came home from the hospital, I was 125...I looked like an Ethiopian! I'm now up to 153! I had a lot of drive then as well...I had no problem getting up early in the morning and hitting the gym before starting my day. Since I looked so great, I had a ton of confidence in everything that I did...I want that all back! And I WILL get that all back THIS YEAR! I also want to get debts paid. I have over $200,000 in hospital bills from my stay and I get constant phone calls and letters asking to be paid in full! I don't expect to pay that off in full but I do want to get that all settled and under control. And finally, I want to be able to say that I'm in complete full remission of crohns disease. I'm feeling pretty great these days but I still have my moments. In my perfect world, which I AM creating, I'll be as healthy as ever! So, here we go....
Well, I made one of those happen! I moved to LA the week after I graduated from college. Eastern went out of buisness in the early 90's and I'm not gonna lie, it was heart wrenching for me at the time! I still wanted to fly though. But then I went to college and things just changed...I can't describe it. If that 9 year old boy at the Philadelphia Airport saw me today, he'd be pissed! But people change...things change!
Since I moved to LA, I have had so many different types of jobs: Agent Assistant at a large talent agency, Sales on Rodeo Drive, Spa Director on Rodeo Drive, Volkswagen Salesman, worked at Abercrombie & Fitch (yuck!), Agent at a large entertainment product placement firm, Manager for a window tinting company, and finally...a Beverly Hills real estate agent! Which, by the way, I'm so sick of doing!
In late July of 2008 I hit a MAJOR bump in the road and was brought down REAL fast! While on vacation back east with my family I suddenly became ill...very ill! I lost about 50 pounds in about 10 days time. I was in excrutiating pain and could barely function. I went to see a doctor back there on the east coast and I was diagnosed with a rather acute case of crohns disease and was admitted into the local hospital the last week of August 2008, where I stayed for 30 long days! Fortunately, for me, I was drugged up A LOT on some pretty heavy duty drugs, so those 30 days, in my head, were pretty much spent on a VERY loving cloud. I loved everything and everyone! I definitely was not with it...but that's okay...who would want to be in that state?! When I left the hospital I went back to stay at my Mom's home to recuperate and continue treatments. I was receiving a drug infusion every few weeks. It always made me feel sick and just terrible...even though it wasn't supposed to. I was in no way shape or form able to go back to LA and start my life back up again. After months of recuperating, I set a date to return to LA...January 3, 2009! Looking back now I really wasn't physically read to go back but mentally, I had to!
I flew back to LA and started up with a new doctor out here at Cedars Sinai. GREAT doctor...GREAT hospital! I even got back into real estate...BAD idea! Too much stress in that industry right now. I worked until March and that was it. Well, I got fired actually but it definitely was the best thing for me. I was working under another real estate agent as an agent assistant and it just didn't work out. However, I kept my real estate license because I do have a listing in Beverly Hills. One beautiful home that I have had listed since July 2008!!! It's been a total bitch! However, it looks like it will finally be selling very soon! So after I got fired, I started working for a friend who owns a construction company. I do his bookkeeping, schedules, payroll, general office crap...but it's only part time. So to make additional money, I do massage therapy. I'm doing pretty good with that however, I don't like the uncertainty of how much money I'm going to be bringing in each week. That can be stressful.
So it's 2010!!! It's a new year and a new decade and it's going to be a new JACK! I am making a comeback! I want my body back! I want my drive back! I want my confidence back! I want it all back! Let me explain a little: That home I have listed forever, I want to get it sold! And I want to finally figure out the direction I want to go in my life...I want a new career and I want to start it as soon as possible! I'm really thinking a career in nursing right now! Pediatric intensive care nursing, to be exact! So I need to get on top of that! I want my body back! Right before I was sick, my body looked the best it has ever looked! I was at the gym every morning and I was up to 175 pounds...muscle! But not too much! I don't need to be 175 again...I'd settle for 165 right now. When I came home from the hospital, I was 125...I looked like an Ethiopian! I'm now up to 153! I had a lot of drive then as well...I had no problem getting up early in the morning and hitting the gym before starting my day. Since I looked so great, I had a ton of confidence in everything that I did...I want that all back! And I WILL get that all back THIS YEAR! I also want to get debts paid. I have over $200,000 in hospital bills from my stay and I get constant phone calls and letters asking to be paid in full! I don't expect to pay that off in full but I do want to get that all settled and under control. And finally, I want to be able to say that I'm in complete full remission of crohns disease. I'm feeling pretty great these days but I still have my moments. In my perfect world, which I AM creating, I'll be as healthy as ever! So, here we go....
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