Dissolved Girl in Every day scata

Massive Attack

8:10 am

Dammit all to fucking hell and back. Client #2 canceled again. She may want me to work on Saturday. I’m sick of that kind of bullshit. I need to draw up some kind of contract that puts a ten dollar cancellation fee on it. It’s not a lot of money… hmm maybe I should make it twenty. Either way, it might deter them from canceling.

I’ll have to ask my friend if she can write one up for me. She used to do that kind of stuff. There are templates online, but I’m sure there is a charge after I get done filling out all the information. Pam found one, I should fill it out and see. I just need to think of what to put in there. Maybe later.

Ya’ll should look up the song in the title. It’s pretty good.

I’m trying to look at the bright side of the cancellation. I was up the better part of the night because of the pain in my back, so I’m trying to say to myself “It’s a good day to rest my back.” but, money.

Glad I’m working the Alpenhorn tomorrow and get paid.

2:12 pm

Holy fucking fuck.

Client #3 called to see if I could come and clean up the mess from the sewer backup today (she wasn’t lying). TWO hours cleaning ONE bathroom. She told me that her “friend” has C-diff and had it for a while. So while I scrubbed the floor five times with hospital grade C-diff cleaner (just bleach stuff) (really, I scrubbed it five times) I was doing squats the whole time. There was no way I was going to put my knees down on that floor. No. Fucking. Way.

Granted, after working in healthcare as long as I have, and all those times it was “Oh, gee, the patient has C-diff. Sorry you’ve been taking care of him for three days without gowning up!” I’m probably totally immune to it even if I do take long course antibiotics, just the thought… yeah. No way I was going to put my knees down.

Then I had to clean the shower. Mind you, this sewer backup crap (literally) has been sitting there for a few days. It was stuck on the floor of the shower. I wet it down with straight bleach while I was cleaning the floor, wet it down again, then wet it down a third time. There is no water in the bathroom because they aren’t done working yet. So I just scrubbed the stuff off with paper towels. 3 rolls of them between the floor and the shower. And that’s not including the rags where the toilet had been (used those to get the grossest stuff).

Not counting how many times it took me to get the (literal) crap off the shower floor, I scrubbed it 7 times. Walls and floor both.

Two hours on one bathroom. Doing squats.

Yeah, I guess I can say legitimately that my back is killing me. lol good thing I do have strong thighs though… hmm I might feel that tomorrow. Ugh.

4:23 pm

I turned the TENS unit way past the point of being comfortable. Hopefully the different kind of pain will take away from the SI joint.

I can still feel the SI joint pain even though I’m almost bowed over from the electrical shock.

Heat, ice, sit, stand sit, lay sit, pace, sit lay, pace, cry, cry cry.

It’s all fucking useless.