Harry Potter, pictures, and job interviews

On a positive note, my migraines have been very compliant and nice lately.  Pain free completely? No.  Bearable? Absolutely.  Lamictal is my new best friend.  And Toradol injections.  But on to the rest of life.

I have been waiting in breathless anticipation for an opportunity to buy Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on ebay.  Why ebay?  Because my OCD commands that I must read the British versions.  So, I get it.  I start reading.  And I realize very quickly that I am lost.  I am lost because I completely skipped Book 6!  So, off to ebay again, only to discover that Half Blood Prince is outrageously priced.  I've contacted one of my favorite British Sellers, and she says she thinks she can get it, but until then I'm frothing at the mouth.  Oh, the agony!  And this is one of the many reasons I need an anti-depressant.  Because any normal person would just go to Barnes & Noble and buy the damn paperback of the thing and have done with it.  But.I.just.can't.do.that.

Next, I have lost my bridal portrait.  We've never had it framed, and it's always been stored in a box with my college diploma and a couple of other important pictures.  We have also been collecting photographic art for years, waiting to have a "real" home to hang them in.  So I decide the other day that now was the time.  And I could only find 3 of the art pieces.  And frenzied searching ensued.  I adore Tim, but sometimes he drives me nuts.  He promised he would find them when he got home.  He went straight to the closet I'd already torn apart 3 times and said, "Hmmm, there not in here."  And this is why women snap and poison their husbands.  I KNOW they're not in there!  Finally I find the rest of the art in the bottom of one of the many unpacked boxes that populate our home, and now they are at the frame shop.  But that leaves my wedding portrait.  I cannot find it anywhere.  Tim has made me promise not to dismantle any more closets, and he has assured me that he will find it.  I'll believe it when I see it.

I've been interviewing for jobs outside of labor & delivery.  After 10 years of nursing, I think I finally deserve dayshift.  But my career path of traveling around the country and going to law school has completely removed me from the dayshift path.  So, I'm looking for jobs in outpatient centers.  I still do my birthing classes, but I need a break from babies.  It's too hard to watch everyone else in the world have babies while you're spending all your extra income at the fertility clinic. 

So, that's me now, finally updating my neglected blog.  But that's the problem with blogging about a life full of sickness--sometimes you just don't feel like talking about it.