Okay, aside from the sinus surgery that left me healing up great! But quite moody and waspish, not sure if it was medication or MS on that one, but was being a total explicative and worse of all knew it but couldnt seem to stop... Anyways, I'm hoping to start PT very soon to get me back to my old bouncy self, or as close as possible. And with that I would love to get a part time job.

But who do you talk to when you've been out of the workforce for over ten years, and you can't simply apply for a cashier or stocking position at your local mom and pop store? Would it be the department of labor still even though there will be "restrictions" in the work you can do? Is a temp agency better to go through? Or is there some disability work placement program and can you qualify for if you're not collecting disability? And is it even possible to get part time work doing something like data entry, transcription... Purely a low pressure grunt work desk job?

I've worked for call centers in the past, and hated the high pressure call times they constantly hounded about, even though I never exceeded them, it felt like the companies didn't care if the customers got the full answer or not, just greet them, quickly appease them and hang up who cares if they know that both the Viagra and Valium are little blue pills marked with a V but valium has a tiny 20 on the backside. Who cares if you see seven other accounts not being used charged to the same credit card, they called to cancel this one.... AOL is probably no more after cutting their 15 minute call time when I started to 5 minutes by the time I quit and was down to 3 minutes by the time my father had enough of it.

So call centers, while a desk job, too much stress even if you're doing your job and doing it well. Stressed out = sick out, even part time. Lifting, standing too long and bending are all out too making it seem like there's nothing really I can do.... Anyone seen a bagger at the supermarket in a wheelchair? Be a cashier with one of those cool uppy/down chairs? Or convince the grocer to hire me for two hours a day, one hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon?

I mean, what can you do for work when you never know how you'll feel tomorrow? When your immune system is sooo busy attacking you that it could care less about the kid who just sneezed in your face, or the person who just coughed all over the money they're handing to you, or the co-worker who can't afford to call in sick so they came to work with viral pneumonia and sit beside you? (True stories, caught nasty nasty cold from kid, strep from the cougher and viral pneumonia thanks to my cubical mate. And those were the more pleasant infections caught from the disease infected masses. It's a wonder I don't suffer from mysophobia )