Add to all that, trying to get my wife pregnant with a scrot’ that hurts still (this has improved a lot since my last post), planning and paying for the in-laws to visit for a couple of weeks, and keeping things up around the house/yard, dealing with specialist appointments for fertility checking, liver disease kidney disease, and a mild autoimmune difficiency.
So.. It’s possible she’s right. To be fair, though, she agrees not much can change in the short-term. So.. Amphetamines! Not ideal, but it does work.
I was up until midnight the night before last and finished more on that massive programming deal in 9 hours than I had in the last week. I was even able to solve two coding problems because the information I’m converting has some sloppy code in it from where the original developer apparently decided to deviate from standard practices Part of the project is converting a huge library of Delphax forms to PDF’s to use as background. If you’ve ever tried to hand-code PostScript or PDF, you can appreciate the challenge I’m facing. Which reminds me.. I’ve another client with something I coded a huge solution for before that they’ve changed something and have no idea how to update my code.. I need to give them a call and walk them through it.
So, yeah, work. I’m booked out for the next 7 weeks solid. If I get sick in there, I’m completely screwed and whatever customer has been waiting an unreasonable amount of time for me would also be screwed. I’ve been sick twice over the last couple of months and went to one of those urgent care clinics that have popped up everywhere, gotten whatever was needed to treat my problem, loaded up on cold meds and trained customers completely hands-off on mt part (pint, click here, etc).
I’ve also decided to start eating better, and less overall. I need to lose weight. As my sister-in-law would put it, I’ve blown up like a tick over the last three years living off from restaurant food without regard to the ingredients and having an aversion to veggies. The advantage and disadvantage to being an adult.. You can eat whatever the hell you want, and I apparently eat my feelings.