I have a barrista, basically. I'm seeing her on Tuesday, to try and get my compensation case settled. I actually don't want it settled on Tuesday, as Im going back to see my pain specialist on Thursday, and the new medications Im on aren't working, and I would like to be on medications that do work before my compensation claim gets settled.
I'll also, finally, see the histopathology report from my nuerosurgery. Some sort of nerve thingy-whatsits got removed and sent off for histology. No one has seen what the report says. Now people will be seeing what the report says. This could get interesting...
Fuck it. I don't know what Im going to do when I get this money. I know I want a proper bed for mums place. I want to go to Byron Bay for a week or so, and get a new tattoo while Im there, sit on the beach, go to the markets, sit at the pub, eat good food, perve on cute boys (in hoping there are cute boys there), go up to QLD for the day (Sea World or Dream World).
Im going to talk to a financial planner about what to do with the money. I would like to put some into a huge sort savings account thingy, and maybe buy a house or something in a few years time.
Im definitely going overseas next year. Starting with a European Contiki tour. I want to travel London. I want to travel Greece and Turkey. I want to try and find work in London. I want to to go to Canada and America. Currently thinking maybe I want to work in Cananda aswell.
I don't know what I want to do and it scares me.
First off, I want a job. Can someone please just hurry up and employ me? I'm a good worker, I swear. I may need to cut back on the partying once I get this job I want, but that is something I am willing to do.
Life scares me. My future scares me. I scare myself.
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