Aimee, your tag is strangely appropriate, considering your actions today.
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Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
Ginger, I'm glad your mom's a bit better. I hope you can get up there and figure out what's going on with her care next week.
Three hours and $125 dollars later, I finally have some anti-viral meds and I hope they help. I'm composing a letter to my doctor to discuss my displeasure at how this whole scenario played out. And shopping for a new practice.
What happened, Cashmere? Would the on-call doc not take your call?
I'm glad you've gotten the medicine. I hope it works extra well on you and that this is just another little, non-lethal duck nibble. Are you still feeling about the same?
Google Book Search report status: 1317 words down, 1700 to go. I got some clarification on it in class yesterday. Basically the argument isn't "Google Book Search changes everything," but "automatic indexing (ala Google) is sufficient and means that traditional library cataloging is unnecessary." If you're wondering about my position, here's a little tidbit from my paper:
Marcum goes on to contrast the “multiple organization layers” of library online catalogs versus the immediate results that are returned using Google. Marcum feels that quick results are more important to users than precise results that require some work from the user. This is the key issue in my mind of the differences between automatic indexing (Google) and manual indexing (traditional cataloging). Without having those multiple organization layers, users can’t browse collections. If users can’t browse collections, they may never discover resources that meet their needs. They may never connect with keywords that would help to refine their search results. That Marcum views these organization layers as barriers to information seekers reveals a level of misunderstanding that is astounding for someone who holds the position of Associate Librarian for Library Services at the Library of Congress.
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Ginger, I'm so glad that your mom is doing better today.
PC, OUCH!
Cashmere, that sounds completely frustrating. I'm so sorry. But, I'm glad you've got your meds. I hope they help quickly.
I've had a lovely day and am now exhausted. But, it's a good exhausted. I went to an open studio of a friend of a friend. It was really amazing. Her artwork is not to my taste (like I wouldn't hang it in my living room, but I could still and admire it), but it still really spoke to me. She had a really amazing new piece titled "Life isn't Easy, but still Beautiful." It really spoke to me.
Also, I heard from my professor of the class I was really concerned about. He believes in me, based on the little bit of work he's seen from me so far. Go figure. Maybe one day I'll start listening to everyone around me and not put myself through hell when I have a bad day.
What happened, Cashmere? Would the on-call doc not take your call?
I called them and the answering service said, "Prescription calls do not qualify as an emergency" and therefore, they are not allowed to forward those calls to the on-call physician. Bollocks. I'm going to contact my PC doc and let her know how unhappy I am about how she handled this situation and how it cost me a lot more time, money and trouble to take care of this problem.
I'm actually worse today. The rash site is bigger and more painful and the tingling on my back makes me suspect I'm going to get more spots soon. Unless the antivirals work very well.
On the plus side, at least the rash isn't on my face.
Also, I heard from my professor of the class I was really concerned about. He believes in me, based on the little bit of work he's seen from me so far.
I for one am not surprised.
{{{Cashmere}}} I'm sorry you had to deal with all the hassle and the expense, but I'm glad you got your medicine,
Y'all can't have a dork fight without the chick that rode the short bus.
Oh, Cashmere, poor you, hon. I really hope the meds work quickly. And write that letter. That is ridiculous!
Eeegads, Cash. I hope you give that Doc what-for on Monday.