It's the last time I have tried/To lift you up, to make you fight

So the seemingly endless supply of Snickers has dried up. I knew I shouldn't have mentioned it. Have you noticed how whenever you bring something up, the worst possible (usually) scenario happens because of it? Which sucks, let me tell you.
One of the clients at work had MRSA, which is a really nasty internal staph infection that very rarely responds to treatment. Notice how I said "had". He's better now. But now someone else at work has it, so the worry isn't over yet. I'll let you know when he's better--in 3 or 4 years.
The weather is getting colder. Last night it was down around 50, which, when you're used to 80+, is really freaking cold. Oh, well. I like the cold, for the most part. It means snow is coming. ^.^
My appetite is failing. Yesterday, over the course of 24 hours, I had half a bowl of oatmeal with one piece of toast, two cookies, and half a fajita. And I had to force myself to eat even that much. I mean, in a way, it's nice because I don't have to worry about how on earth am I going to lose all that weight from the stupid Zyprexa, but it's a bit worrisome because I've never eaten this little before. Last night at work I didn't want to eat ANYTHING, but I made myself eat half a salad, and that's all I've had since 6 am. I'm not hungry yet.
It's funny. I was telling B. at work about why I seem to have comments on many of the meds the clients are on (because I've been on most of them), and her reaction kinda brought me up short. I'm sicker, I guess, than I ever really realized. At least the MS scare turned out to be nothing. But hopefully, if I'm very very lucky, within 5 years I could be down to just one medication instead of 7 or 8, like I take now. I'd rather not have to take any, but I'm not just going to stop taking my stupid-ass pills. I mean, come on, I don't want that ridiculous twitch coming back--again.