Got to do the knight in shining armour thing tonight. Wallybee was working late out of the city (she works as an interpreter and translator), so I offered to give her a lift home. She's been tired lately, I think she really appreciated not having to negotiate public transport in the dark.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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What a sweet knight. I would totally melt if spared public transport after a long day.
{{vw}} Yay for good friends. Boo for uncompassionate hospital drones. I hope you have had a sound sleep and wake to find the pain has gone.
What a sweet knight. I would totally melt if spared public transport after a long day.
She totally zonked, does that count?
Good people. All of you... But, tonight's favorite are two of my buddies from church who came and knitted and crocheted with me in the ER waiting room for several hours.
Damn right they are.
Did they tell you anything useful at all, vw?
I hope you have had a sound sleep and wake to find the pain has gone.
Oh, how I wish. I did sleep for about 4 hours, for which I'm thankful. But, it wasn't nearly enough. Just picked up painkillers from the pharmacy. Hoping they kick in soon so I can get in the shower and get to work.
Did they tell you anything useful at all, vw?
Just that my doctor is right in her diagnosis, I didn't need to go to the ER (I could have followed up in the office this morning), and it'll be four to six weeks before I'm feeling better. Then, when I begged, and swore I wasn't a junky, they gave me painkillers.
smites vw's ER doctors with shin splints and butt boils - painful ones
She totally zonked, does that count?
Oooh. Trust.
I believe this is a good thing.
Fuck fuck fuck. It's my boss's birthday and I meant to stop at Lush on the way home last night and pick something up and I forgot all about it. Must now scramble around and figure something out.
Just that my doctor is right in her diagnosis, I didn't need to go to the ER (I could have followed up in the office this morning), and it'll be four to six weeks before I'm feeling better. Then, when I begged, and swore I wasn't a junky, they gave me painkillers.
I got the distinct impression that your doc was wanting you to go to the ER, quite possibly for the purpose of getting you some pain relief faster than she herself would be able to get a hard copy of a script for teh goooooood drugs to your pharmacy. And maybe to double-check that nothing else was going on. If the ER staff made you feel stupid for cooperating with her scheme, thpppbbbbbbt to them.