Weight of the World

Or maybe just an elephant, as Alex portrays in this photo... Things in my life feel very heavy right now. I need a vacation. Or medication. Or Sedation. Just kidding, though feeling very overwhelmed.

Went to take my dental exam yesterday. And brought every legal form of I.D. to prove who I was and show my name change. The proctoring center would not allow me to take the test because my name in the system and the name on my driver's license didn't match and no amount of legal documentation was goint to bypass that. So I drove the 3hours home, balling. Sent off a PILE of papers to get my name changed within their stupid system, mailed off $100 for a change of test date (which at least I didn't have to forfiet the $500 exam fee), and now wait for a reschedule. Hopefully it'll be within a couple weeks. I'm getting pretty sick of this whole thing. I'm starting to think that a higher being is trying to tell me something and maybe I should listen. At least I will have my bachelor degree done within the year and if I can't practice hygiene, I can at least go rep for Hu Friedy or Proctor & Gamble. The only drawback to that would be that we'd all have to move back to the Cities.

My friend, Kim, had her bilateral mastectomy today. Unfortunately, they found cancer cells in her lymph nodes too and removed them all and sent them out for biopsy. Won't have any definitives for a couple days. But definitely not what was hoped for.

And of course with the delay in my exam taking, there comes the delay in leaving Schwan's. I actually cried because I had to go there today.. and for some unforeseen amount of time. I hate it that bad. Todd and I talked. Decided to give my notice. My boss is trying to talk me into taking a leave of absence and sorting things out before making any decisions. I dunno. It's not like there is anything, and mean that literally, else to do in Marshall. But I seriously can't stand that call center any longer.

Been talking to Ken Turner a lot today. Ken is one of the people from my past that has popped up due to all this 20 year reunion stuff going on. Ken (or as I grew up with him as Kenny) moved to our school in 7th grade from Virginia. I was immediately smitten with him and stayed as such through most of HS. I bet I haven't spoken to him in probably 18 years now. Been nice playing catch up with stories of spouses and kids and life. He has since moved back to Virginia and has that thick accent, which cracks me up. Still has a great sense of humor though. It was a nice break in my day, for sure.