Tuesday, October 7, 2008
TODAY
Tackled the fair again, with much better success. Very tired now. :P Still coughing. I figure I'm going to cough forever at this rate.
MONDAY
Work was interesting. One of the staff apparently didn't know we're not supposed to cut the residents' hair ourselves and gave Gina this "bangs trim" that made her look like the fourth Stooge. The hairdresser was able to effect some marginal repairs. :P After work, Caroline came down. I believe she is about ready to rip the baby out of her uterus with a spoon. (5 weeks to go= not tiny. :P )
Catchup time- SUNDAY
Went to the ZenHome County Fair, or tried to, anyways. It was free admission day. BIG MISTAKE. It was literally so crowded that our arms were pinned to our sides. Took Mr. Samoa a minute to figure out why this was a problem. :P We went back later in the day and were more successful.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
O.J. Slimebag
Guilty as charged of kidnapping, armed robbery, and ten other charges, thirteen years to the day after the original joke, er, trial.
You can't run forever, scumbag. Nicole and Ron, I hope you got to see. They may not have caught him on your deaths, but he's finally, finally where he belongs.
"The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small. With patience stands He waiting, with exactness grinds He all." – Friedrich von Logau
You can't run forever, scumbag. Nicole and Ron, I hope you got to see. They may not have caught him on your deaths, but he's finally, finally where he belongs.
"The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small. With patience stands He waiting, with exactness grinds He all." – Friedrich von Logau
Friday, October 3, 2008
Flea Follies
So White Kitteh had to go to the vet today. As it turns out, she is allergic to fleas. :P She got a cortisone shot to complement the flea treatment she got, and to help with the itching. Then, the birds got to hang out at the vet's while we flea-bombed. Yum! Death to fleas! :P
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Sigh
So Nurse Ratchet apparently got overheard and chewed yesterday, because she was all up my butt being nice at the doctor's appointment today. (The results of same: yup, viral bronchitis, nope, nothing to do but wait it out and hit the albuterol and Mucinex. Oh, and monitor my blood pressure as I am sliding inexorably towards the Family Curse of high blood pressure. And, Nurse Florence and the doctor didn't think that waiting and letting my bronchioles close would have been such a hot idea either.)
But anyways. So Nurse Ratchet is asking alll about my life, I'm trying to extricate myself, and she goes, "Any babies?" (Note: The last time she saw me was June. That would've been the world's shortest pregnancy!) I did my usual and trilled, "Oh, no, just the furry kind. We're up to five cats and three dogs." That did the trick, as it often does, and she got off on the pet tangent. Immediate problem solved, but talk about OB. TUSE. !
I have decided to take this opportunity to share my distraction-from-baybeez lines with you, as they're all pretty funny.
1. "Oh, no, we stick to the furry kind. [insert babbling about pets here]." This one is really effective for some reason. An alarming number of people seem to feel that pets count. Not that I'm complaining!
2. "Oh, no, Caroline and I divided up the labor years ago. She's to have the babies, and I'm to spoil them." (Works great for relatives.)
3. (for work) "Great Scott, I already have seven! How many do you want me to have?!" (Our residents are the highest-needs home in the Shady Acres system, so this shuts up any Shady Acres employees and their relatives/friends.)
4. (if for some God-unknown reason none of the above work, which is highly unusual) "Um, I have fibromyalgia. If you think hobbling after a toddler is going to work, I'd like to know how!"
I seldom if ever make it to no. 4. Yay for smartasses!
But anyways. So Nurse Ratchet is asking alll about my life, I'm trying to extricate myself, and she goes, "Any babies?" (Note: The last time she saw me was June. That would've been the world's shortest pregnancy!) I did my usual and trilled, "Oh, no, just the furry kind. We're up to five cats and three dogs." That did the trick, as it often does, and she got off on the pet tangent. Immediate problem solved, but talk about OB. TUSE. !
I have decided to take this opportunity to share my distraction-from-baybeez lines with you, as they're all pretty funny.
1. "Oh, no, we stick to the furry kind. [insert babbling about pets here]." This one is really effective for some reason. An alarming number of people seem to feel that pets count. Not that I'm complaining!
2. "Oh, no, Caroline and I divided up the labor years ago. She's to have the babies, and I'm to spoil them." (Works great for relatives.)
3. (for work) "Great Scott, I already have seven! How many do you want me to have?!" (Our residents are the highest-needs home in the Shady Acres system, so this shuts up any Shady Acres employees and their relatives/friends.)
4. (if for some God-unknown reason none of the above work, which is highly unusual) "Um, I have fibromyalgia. If you think hobbling after a toddler is going to work, I'd like to know how!"
I seldom if ever make it to no. 4. Yay for smartasses!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Is an effing chest X-ray so unreasonable to want?
Turns out it is, at least if you're my doctor's nurse. :P
I woke up this morning, and not only did I not feel better, but it was hard to breathe. I advised work of same, and got on the horn to my regular doctor, getting his nurse. Nurse Ratchet, as it turned out.
First I couldn't convince Nurse Ratchet that I was, in fact, a patient of Dr. Good's. Finally accomplished that. So then she says that the soonest they could get me in is tomorrow afternoon. I expressed concern that something might need to be done sooner, being as I thought it was probably pneumonia. (It turned out to be viral bronchitis, but there was no way to know that without a chest X-ray at that point!) So Nurse Ratchet says snottily, "I really don't think it's going to go down hill that quickly." I decided at that point that there was no use dealing with her, agreed to the appointment, and hung up.
I got off the phone, and had a crying jag, not knowing what to do. Mom and Dad weren't home. So I called Mother Samoa, who advised to go to the emergency room at once. Mr. Samoa came home, and we toddled off and did so.
We got there, and the triage nurse listened to my breathing or lack thereof, shrieked in horror, and rushed me back to a room. One albuterol treatment and a set of chest X-rays later, it was determined that I had bronchitis. I am headed to the doctor tomorrow as planned, but he's going to hear about Nurse Ratchet. :P
I woke up this morning, and not only did I not feel better, but it was hard to breathe. I advised work of same, and got on the horn to my regular doctor, getting his nurse. Nurse Ratchet, as it turned out.
First I couldn't convince Nurse Ratchet that I was, in fact, a patient of Dr. Good's. Finally accomplished that. So then she says that the soonest they could get me in is tomorrow afternoon. I expressed concern that something might need to be done sooner, being as I thought it was probably pneumonia. (It turned out to be viral bronchitis, but there was no way to know that without a chest X-ray at that point!) So Nurse Ratchet says snottily, "I really don't think it's going to go down hill that quickly." I decided at that point that there was no use dealing with her, agreed to the appointment, and hung up.
I got off the phone, and had a crying jag, not knowing what to do. Mom and Dad weren't home. So I called Mother Samoa, who advised to go to the emergency room at once. Mr. Samoa came home, and we toddled off and did so.
We got there, and the triage nurse listened to my breathing or lack thereof, shrieked in horror, and rushed me back to a room. One albuterol treatment and a set of chest X-rays later, it was determined that I had bronchitis. I am headed to the doctor tomorrow as planned, but he's going to hear about Nurse Ratchet. :P
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