Okay, so I had a job interview yesterday! And today, I’m going to physical therapy. I have no idea what to expect from my life anymore.
If I get the job, I’ll be living in a hotel for 2.5 months, Monday to Thursday. Weird, right? It’s a whole bunch of government stuff. But getting the job and going through all the training will allow me to help people! Best part other than helping people? The position requires someone with a strong grasp of the English language, and who better than me? I think it went well, but it’s a cushy job with benefits and stuff, so I’m probably competing against a lot of other good candidates.
I will also get forced to get my driver’s license, but that’s been in slow progress for years now, haha.
The orthopedist told me to take anti-inflammatories every day. Shocking, right? Never would have guessed. And now I’m supposed to have physical therapy 2 times a week for 4 weeks. I’m not optimistic, because I’ve been in pain since middle school, but maybe it’ll be worth the time and money.
The doctor insisted that I won’t need surgery and assured me that it won’t get worse. So yay? I can hope, I guess.
I’m sort of hoping for the job, because it would mean more time for my personal writing projects, but it also sounds like a lot of responsibility, and I always worry about letting people down.
I’m sure I’m overthinking it, and maybe I don’t stand a chance at all. I don’t know, but like… am I becoming a real adult???