I deserve everything that happens to me, you know?
For the record: CRAP!
Unless you mean you deserve everything good that happens to you, but you definitely don't deserve to have shitty things happen to you, Tep.
Giles ,'Selfless'
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I deserve everything that happens to me, you know?
For the record: CRAP!
Unless you mean you deserve everything good that happens to you, but you definitely don't deserve to have shitty things happen to you, Tep.
{{{Teppy}}}
Nothing sucks more than being ready to leave the hospital but lacking official permission to do so.
Teppy, is there another bed in your dad's room, or a chair that reclines, or is at least comfy? Maybe you could take a 20 minute catnap? I'm sorry this is so hard, and that you only had tuna glue to eat.
Yum. I just ordered a shit-load of Indian food. Who knew I could get that delivered? I found a website that lists pretty much every business that will deliver to my address. This could get ugly.
Yum. I just ordered a shit-load of Indian food. Who knew I could get that delivered? I found a website that lists pretty much every business that will deliver to my address. This could get ugly.
Ooh, one of the best dining options in my neighbourhood is a sensational Indian place. I had people round Saturday, in the course of events we ordered in (they deliver), and the quality received admiring comment.
I may never be able to move from this neighbourhood.
I can now get sushi delivered. I haven't tried it yet, but it's lovely to know that I can. Unfortunately, not only is Indian food not available for delivery here, it's not even available for purchase. And I'm just not that good of a cook.
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We have otlob dot com, which is the reason my flatmate and I haven't cooked since February.
I once saw pizza get delivered to an ER. No shit. It went to the nurses' station, true, but they at least had the grace to hide it quickly when I and a couple of other family types came out and glared very damned hard at them. I've seen pizza delivered to the orthopedic recuperation floor, too.
I have done the "the doctor will be right with you" wait in hell. It gets to be 4 AM, you're scared and sleep deprived and your loved one whimpers occasionally, and you're thinking, "How did everything change so fast? This wasn't how I was expecting to spend this span of time."
I can still make ER staff nervous. I lurk in corners and watch everything and ask occasional pointed questions. I like this skill.
Nothing sucks more than being ready to leave the hospital but lacking official permission to do so.
I nominate: being stung by a scorpion when you already have malarial fever.
Fay, in recent pictures your hair seems to be a darker blonde than previous. Is that so, or a trick of lighting?
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BF's sister is a nurse in an ER and I think they order pizza when it's really busy and they can't take a long enough break to actually go to the cafeteria or to nuke something and eat it sitting down. Still, I'm sure it's damn hard to be a family member and smell the delicious food when you have none. I say they should have the pizza delivery number posted in the waiting room.