I keep finding myself in a really meh kinda mood. And then I keep thinking about lots of things I should know better than to think about. And I'm not sure if the meh mood is because I'm thinking about them, or I'm thinking about them because I'm in a meh mood.
I went to the doctors again today. Hayfever this time. It hasn't started yet; it tends to kick in end April/mid May through to mid/end August. But I was low on anti-histamines from last year so it was time to stock up in advance anyway, besides which last years, like pretty much every years previous, didn't really work. I was on the strongest dosage of the drug and it was barely lasting me 1/4 of a day. So another year, another drug... Apparently I've exhausted most of the BNF's list of drugs; there are 3 left. That's a lie, there's plenty more, but they all have arrhythmia risks and such, and doctors don't like prescribing those, especially given I have relatively severe asthma. I actually have one of the most stable and regular heart rhythms going (asthma aside); my other medical fails have put me on various drugs with high heart problem risks in the past (again, because those were the only options left), and so I've always had to go through stupid amounts of ECGs and other such tests as well as regular monitoring to make sure I was okay and you can literally trace one heart pattern over another from 6 weeks ago. But equally if the doctors prescribe it in the full knowledge it can cause problems they don't have a leg to stand on if it all goes horribly wrong, so they tend to avoid those ones. So I got given one of the 3 remaining options - Levocetirizine. Given I was previously on 180mg of fexofenadine, and the new one is 5mg max dosage, that makes it at least 36x stronger in theory, but that remains to be seen. They also still refuse to give me immunotherapy for no obvious reason.
One of the reasons I go abroad each summer, beyond wanting to get out of the country, wanting to visit other friends, my love of America, etc etc... is that I don't get hayfever abroad. The grass pollens in Europe, Malaysia, Singapore, and both East and West Coast USA don't affect me. I have no idea about the rest of the world yet but I'm going to assume I'm probably safe. I get hayfever REALLY bad in the UK. My eyes get so bad I can't physically see. This means I can't get to work, or I can, but driving in rush hour traffic, on 2 hours really bad sleep, with your eyes shut, is NOT something I recommend. Hell I can barely see to cook, or shower, or anything. I have to lock myself in an overheated house where I can't open the windows, and every time someone opens the front door my symptoms flare up for a good half hour. On top of this there's the getting through an entire box of kleenex every day, not being able to sleep even more than normal, and generally feeling like I have the worst flu possible for 6 weeks each year, and bad flu for another month or two either side of that. Needless to say this puts a big downer on my summer, so I try and get away each summer, because its good to get away, it calms me down, it recharges my batteries, etc... and it means I ACTUALLY get to HAVE a summer.
This year, I can't afford that. I could maybe *just* scrape together a plane ticket for myself, but a) I'd screw myself over for deposits/rent/job when I came back and b) I should really go on holiday with the boyfriend this year as it was about 5 years ago since we last went anywhere together. So I have a summer in the UK to look forward to. Aside from knowing that this means months of feeling like utter hell, I'm actually really really worried about this prospect. Every summer I've stayed in the UK, I've lost my job due to hayfever. Because when you can't turn up for work for 3 weeks straight, it becomes a serious issue. Even if I do get into work I pretty much always get sent home within an hour of turning up. So I'm pretty fucking scared that I'm going to lose my job from illness this summer. Yes its a job that pays shit, and that pisses me off a lot, but its a job, it's income, it's straight forward and easy to do, and I need money. From August onwards I have a £200pcm loan to repay for the next 5 years. So I can't afford to be without a job. And I definitely can't afford to be trying to look for a new one and attend interviews when I can't see to put one foot in front of the other.
In fact, I may just bitch about money again, 'cause that's always fun.
I asked for a raise the other week. Because I now have to work 6 days a week. The boss pointed out although the actors earn more, they have to pay their own tax\NI as self employed staff. I countered they earn considerably more (200pcm) more than me, so I'd be better off getting what they do and paying my own tax/NI, on top of which I do considerably more work than them. So the other day my boss conceded to give me a pay rise. To the same level as the actors. I took it, because at the end of the day more pay is better than no rise at all, but this means I am now being paid £55 more per week gross, in order to work an extra day. So really, I've received bugger all pay rise in real terms. I'm not happy with it, but I'll take it for now.
We also have 4 bank holidays coming up. Good Friday, Easter Monday, the extra Royal Wedding Friday, and May Early Bank Holiday. Of these I benefit of a grand total of one; work have graciously given us the Royal Wedding day off,, Good Friday I have to work (as well as Easter Weekend), and the two Mondays are my one day off a week now anyway. And I don't get paid any extra for working bank holidays either. In fact, because I have Mondays off as a matter of course, I benefit from hardly any bank holidays throughout the year. FML.
As always, I'd like to go away in the summer. I would maybe manage it if I was on my own, but probably because I'm only willing to fuck my life over in the future for the sake of short term relief. But as it is, there is no way in hell I can pay for a holiday for 2. Someone suggested I perhaps don't go the the US; I countered anywhere else I'd have to pay hotel and food costs, US I can get accommodation and half my food costs paid for me. And a week or two of hotels and food for 2 in Europe would easily eat up the cost of a second US plane ticket. So that's a non starter.
It's just been announced that the New York Rangers are coming to Europe to play the 2011-12 NHL Season Première games in October. To Stockholm, but to Europe. That's likely to be my only chance to ever see the Rangers play, and almost certainly my last ever chance to see Chris Drury play as he's getting on a bit, in hockey terms at least. Tickets are £70 each, there are 2 games. If I go for one game, it's £200 odd, for both games it's £250. And that's not including taking Chris, as again, I should do, which then means another set of tickets, flights, hostel beds, food etc. So that makes it £500. Even at the £200 I can't really do it. So now, one of my best ever chances to see my hockey team play, I won't get. Which sucks.
In fact I technically have no surplus, as on top of the £200 outgoing from August onwards, at some point this summer, I will have to move. Which means I need to save a 6 week deposit, and a month's London rent. Which is a total of about £1000 - £1500 I need to magically save at some point, which to be honest, just isn't going to happen So no trip abroad, alone or with Chris, no rangers tickets, no xbox, no shiney new pc parts, no new tv, no portal 2, or dragon age 3, or swtor or any of that.
And you know what that all makes me want to do... spend money. Spend money on comfort buying something to make me feel better, which I know just guarantees that I'll be really fucked when it comes to moving next time, let alone any of the other stuff I'd like to do, and frankly, I don't consider a summer holiday and a weekend break to see a team I've followed since I was 12 for the first time ever that unreasonable as luxuries go.
I'm 24, and I'm fucking sick of struggling so much just to keep going.
...and Sarah McLachlan's 'Full Of Grace' just came on. Fuck you SpotifyESP