So, it appears I need to find a new gynecologist. Hell, I may just find a whole new treatment team in a different hospital on the other side of town, just to be safe.
A friend met me at the hospital after my doctors' appointments today to give me some stuff. We're leaving the hospital grounds and run into a nice, good looking guy who stops to say hi to me. He and I shoot the breeze for a minute, then we say goodbye and walk away.
My friend looks at me and says, kind of hopefully, "So who was that?"
I whisper to her, "Oh, that's my gynecologist."
She replies, quite loudly, while he's stopped a few feet away waiting for the light to change, "NUH HUH! No wonder you like your gynecologist!"
I think my face is still red.
Am home and have an HR question for anyone brave enough to answer.
When someone has been out on disability and been medically released, can HR dictate the return date?
Nah, just find a silencer for your friend!
When someone has been out on disability and been medically released, can HR dictate the return date?
I don't think so. But, laws could vary by state.
Nah, just find a silencer for your friend!
No doubt!
Hee, vw.
So I am looking into this Roth IRA business. It does sound pretty awesome. I'm seeing if I can contribute to it for 2006 even though I already filed my taxes. It looks like I can pull out the contribution money without penalty if I do need it in the next couple years (it's not like I would have made much on investments by that time), so it seems like I have nothing to lose, as the money would be doing better there, making non-taxable income, instead of in my savings account, making taxable interest. Right?
Kristin, EAT!
Nah, just find a silencer for your friend!
This! Of course, it made me think of Xander: Nothing can defeat the penis!! And, it made me giggle.
So, what do I want for supper? I don't feel like cooking, so I need to order in, but I have many choices in that area. What do I want?
orders pizza to be delivered to Kristin's house
vw, BWAH!!!
orders pizza to be delivered to Kristin's house.
Heee. This reminds me of a call I got yesterday.
Cell phone rings
Me: Hello?
Voice: Yeah, is this mumble?
Me: Who? I think you have a wrong number.
Voice: You ordered pizza. I'm at your door.
Me: Um, no.
Hee, Suzi. That goes along with having pizza delivered to your apartment and they call you to find out which number you're in, only to find out they have gone to the wrong building.
I just made an awesome 'sghetti, Kristin. I'd invite you over, but I think by the time you got here the pizza would have been delivered anyway.
