Oh, That's Just GREAT...
Sep. 15th, 2005 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookofmirrorsSo, yesterday, I'm totally freaking out about the discrepancy between my paycheck and the money I owe. It doesn't help that all the sudden our employer, without warning, decided that they weren't paying holiday pay for Labor Day. Which contradicts the handbook. I'm sure we have a leg to stand on, but this is sounding more and more like eLit, which REALLY worries me. For reasons I can't get into here, I must work there another 8 months, unless a particular circumstance happens.
Problem is, of course, I love the job. But I need my paycheck, in correct and adequate amounts.
So, to top all that off, this morning I wake up, and my left ankle is KILLING me. This is the ankle I have arthritis in, diagnosed via x-ray at least 6 years ago, and likely worse since then, and being fat doesn't help at all, I'm sure. The chiropractor's been working on it the past few times, and he says there are all sorts of things wrong with it, although that not being my specialty, I only recognize the names of the bones, and simple phrases like "out of place" and "tight".
I have no idea what it is. I remember waking up a couple of times in the middle of the night, thinking, "God, my ankle really hurts!" and going back to sleep, 'cause it usually aches a little. I figured it was just a flare up. When I got up this morning, I could barely walk on it. OK, so not good. I took 800mg of ibuprofen (I have access to better drugs, as a result oflunenoire's recent surgery, including one he can't take, as it turns out, but not really willing to go there. If I need narcotics, I shouldn't be on it at all.) and rubbed on a natural version of Ben Gay, called the chick in charge of scheduling and left her a voice mail telling her I was gonna lie down and rest and probably be late to work, but that I wanted to be there. I soooooo cannot afford to miss work.
Well, two hours later, no help.
I don't know what happened. It was fine last night. I don't remember hitting it in any way, twisting it, nothing. It's not bruised or red, nothing looks out of place. It's swollen, but it always is, at least a little, and I can't tell if this is moreso. It's not even hot to the touch, but it is painful to the touch. Even just me sitting here doing nothing, it's throbbing. I figure if I go to the doctor, he's just gonna give me painkillers (which I already have, unless he prescribes Toradol... mmmmm.... Toradol) and tell me to stay off of it. Which, y'know, is what any intelligent person would do, but lack of finances is sapping my brain. I put in a call to the chiropractor... I figure he's my best bet for a quick fix, if one's available, so we'll see. I'm waiting to hear back. In the meantime, I managed to brush my teeth, although that wasn't fun, and I'm trying to psych myself up for standing in the shower.
*sigh*
When it rains, it pours.
If there's a silver lining, it's being able to stay home and read these books thatlunenoire's got me hooked on. Damn good, and forcing myself to stay up last night to finish the first book in the trilogy led me to one of those conclusive but so-much-left-to-say endings that make you go ARRGGHH!!! Luckily, we have the other two, so if I do end up staying home, I'll have something to do. Like I said, even sitting here I feel it throbbing, which means sitting probably isn't my best choice, either. I'll have to elevate it, no doubt.
Bleh!
Problem is, of course, I love the job. But I need my paycheck, in correct and adequate amounts.
So, to top all that off, this morning I wake up, and my left ankle is KILLING me. This is the ankle I have arthritis in, diagnosed via x-ray at least 6 years ago, and likely worse since then, and being fat doesn't help at all, I'm sure. The chiropractor's been working on it the past few times, and he says there are all sorts of things wrong with it, although that not being my specialty, I only recognize the names of the bones, and simple phrases like "out of place" and "tight".
I have no idea what it is. I remember waking up a couple of times in the middle of the night, thinking, "God, my ankle really hurts!" and going back to sleep, 'cause it usually aches a little. I figured it was just a flare up. When I got up this morning, I could barely walk on it. OK, so not good. I took 800mg of ibuprofen (I have access to better drugs, as a result of
lunenoire's recent surgery, including one he can't take, as it turns out, but not really willing to go there. If I need narcotics, I shouldn't be on it at all.) and rubbed on a natural version of Ben Gay, called the chick in charge of scheduling and left her a voice mail telling her I was gonna lie down and rest and probably be late to work, but that I wanted to be there. I soooooo cannot afford to miss work.Well, two hours later, no help.
I don't know what happened. It was fine last night. I don't remember hitting it in any way, twisting it, nothing. It's not bruised or red, nothing looks out of place. It's swollen, but it always is, at least a little, and I can't tell if this is moreso. It's not even hot to the touch, but it is painful to the touch. Even just me sitting here doing nothing, it's throbbing. I figure if I go to the doctor, he's just gonna give me painkillers (which I already have, unless he prescribes Toradol... mmmmm.... Toradol) and tell me to stay off of it. Which, y'know, is what any intelligent person would do, but lack of finances is sapping my brain. I put in a call to the chiropractor... I figure he's my best bet for a quick fix, if one's available, so we'll see. I'm waiting to hear back. In the meantime, I managed to brush my teeth, although that wasn't fun, and I'm trying to psych myself up for standing in the shower.
*sigh*
When it rains, it pours.
If there's a silver lining, it's being able to stay home and read these books that
lunenoire's got me hooked on. Damn good, and forcing myself to stay up last night to finish the first book in the trilogy led me to one of those conclusive but so-much-left-to-say endings that make you go ARRGGHH!!! Luckily, we have the other two, so if I do end up staying home, I'll have something to do. Like I said, even sitting here I feel it throbbing, which means sitting probably isn't my best choice, either. I'll have to elevate it, no doubt.Bleh!
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Hope you are better very soon....
Date: 2005-09-15 02:22 pm (UTC)Which brings me to the other point in your post....if it is in the handbook that you are to be paid holiday time, then you are to be paid the time! They cannot dispute that. Go ahead and call the Labor Board. Tell them the situation and let follow up on it. You should be able to get them to promise "anonymous" so things don't get bad for you at work. Usually, a phone call from a Labor Board investigator is all it will take.
*hugs*