WARNING: Objects in the mirror may be larger than they appear.
Wash: So, two days in a hospital? That's awful. Don't you just hate doctors? Simon: Hey. Wash: I mean, present company excluded. Jayne: Let's not be excluding people. That'd be rude.
'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
beth b - Dec 19, 2006 10:51:28 am PST #6431 of 10004
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Aims - Dec 19, 2006 10:55:18 am PST #6432 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
WARNING: Objects in mirror ARE larger than they appear, so put down the size 14 and no one gets hurt.
Cass - Dec 19, 2006 11:01:11 am PST #6433 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Oh, my Bitches. If the computer you're using can handle YouTube, please watch this video -- it seems custom made for us is too many ways to count: I'm Bringing Paxil Back (generic brands just don't know how to act / I'm OCD / I make to-do lists just to stay busy)Hilarious!
I was watching an article on the Temple Mount and Jerusalem. And I was just coming in to report that when an archaeologist says, "We're bringing history back," I giggle like I am thirteen and having strange confusing feelings and then miss something about triggering the End of Days. Cause we're bringing history back.
Now I am not just earwormed, I am megawormed.
And I sucked over 600 messages in another window. If something happened, I will read about it later. After I watch that video about ten more times.
ChiKat - Dec 19, 2006 11:08:50 am PST #6434 of 10004
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Free fruit? That's v. cool.
Only 4 more days at this job! Yikes! Then, I become Student Teacher. More Yikes!
I am done with Christmas shopping! I've been having a hard time coming up with something for my dad (in a nursing home, can't read, etc.) and finally figured a Chicago Bears sweatshirt would be great. He loves sweatshirts and football. He gets cold easily. While the Cowboys are his fav. pro team, the Bears would remind him of me, whom he loves.
I went to the Sports Authority and all their sweatshirts are hoodies. Not a good choice for someone who lays down most of the day. I went to some web sites and mostly hoodies. The one I found with plain crew neck would cost more to ship than the price of the sweatshirt.
I finally found one on, of all places, Walmart.com. And, it will get here by Friday. Woot!
ChiKat - Dec 19, 2006 11:20:44 am PST #6435 of 10004
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
On the heels of my happiness over being done with Christmas shopping, can I whine just a bit?
Last month, I had to do some medical tests. First, so far everything is clear and I'm fine. These are somewhat regular tests I have to do for my thyroid stuff to make sure the cancer hasn't come back. For these tests, I have to go severely hypothyroid. To do that, I can either go off my meds for about 8 weeks and feel like crap for that long, or I can take 2 shots that force me hypo really fast and I only feel like crap for about a week. Guess which I choose?
So, last month, I get the shots, do the body scan and get some bloodwork done. The scan comes back clean. Yay! The bloodwork is lost. The lab lost my blood and never tested it. This happened last time I had these tests, but my doc said just to skip the blood test that time and we'd catch it next time. So, very important to get the blood done this time.
My doc yells at the lab for losing my blood. Her nurse yells. Her nurse manager yells. The head of the nurses at the hospital yells. Blood still lost and nothing they can do but yell.
SO, guess what I'm having to redo? I don't have to redo the scan, just the bloodwork. I had my shots Mon & today and I feel like crap. I go in Friday for the blood draw.
I am TIRED. Beyond tired. And achy and can't concentrate and all that crap. And it's the lab's fault. Poopyheads.
Sorry for the whine. I'm just so freaking tired I can't stand it. And, the overemotionality is starting to kick in which is another lovely symptom of severe hypo. Blech.
Cashmere - Dec 19, 2006 11:27:04 am PST #6436 of 10004
Now tagless for your comfort.
The lost your blood! You have to get stuck with another needle when you feel craptastic. That's not whining--that's a justifiable complaint. I HATE screwups like that because you're the one that pays for it.
meara - Dec 19, 2006 11:27:45 am PST #6437 of 10004
That sounds completely shitty, ChiKat. I'm sorry. You should (when you feel a bit better) write a letter to the lab, and cc various people--not an angry one, but more a "look into what it takes to make these mistakes less often, because it can make a bigger difference in someone's life than just "oh, gotta stop in and let them draw more blood"" and ask what steps they're going to put in place to try to cut down on errors like that. ESPECIALLY if it happened last year too, good lord!
sj - Dec 19, 2006 11:28:51 am PST #6438 of 10004
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{ChiKat}}} That is definitely a justifiable whine. No apologies necessary.
Polter-Cow - Dec 19, 2006 11:30:16 am PST #6439 of 10004
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Gah, ChiKat.
Ginger - Dec 19, 2006 11:51:45 am PST #6440 of 10004
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
How dreadful, ChiKat. You should write a letter about it and cc the known world. If they're losing blood willy-nilly, who knows what other mistakes they have made.
I am distributing cookies among some local friends and clients.
Disposable Plastic Containers: A Haiku
I have containers
I have tops. Are they matching?
Of course, they are not.