So yeah, out in Beaverton. And I know that when out here, obviously I am not working on that damned catalog. I know also that I offered repeatedly to take the materials with me, to scan it all in and upload it all, to actually work on it while I COULD when I was in places where, when I COULDN'T, a) there would be people to take care of me and b) there would even be people bored enough to scan stuff in FOR me.

But no. Too much of a risk, apparently.

And my health is infinitely more important to me than the catalog, sorry. I know it's a job for a friend of Deb's who has bought a lot of her stamps. I know it'd look good on a resume. I also know we're getting paid maybe a quarter of what it's worth and that every time I have tried to work on it I have been told to wait, or not to do that, or not to take it with me, or that we need to talk about it, or that I should be doing something else.

Screw that, I'm going to do what the doctors are asking, take these f'ing tests, see if they're right about my lumbar vertibrate either going WAY out of whack or possibly trying to dissolve, see if they're right about toxic levels of mercury in my system, see if they're right about the kidney stone problem - yes, one of these tests is to see if it either induces a kidney stone or not, and if it DOES, then they know what causes them, and HOW, and HOW TO STOP IT!

So yeah.

A tad more important to me.

I AM sorry, but this is what I've been working for and waiting for since the damned things started happening, and I am not going to lose out on the chance just because I'm stuck out in bumfuck, gresham without constant transportation and someone to constantly moniter my symptoms and reactions without me being stuck in a goddamned hospital bed.

Ehh.

I'm going to go make food - today will likely be the last day I can eat anything for a while.