sparky feels me on this

Yes, yes I do. Perhaps we need to start a cheap-eats-good-food club that meets once a month for the under-paid academic set.

Someone tell me I'm not dreaming, okay?

Not dreaming. Deserving!

Just spent fifteen minutes being asked if pedophiles ever hit on me, why i spend all day and night sitting in a chair posting on teh net, and if any pervs ever contact me to ask if it's okay to stick a stake in one of my orafices.

Who was this?!

People! Telling me nice things about my writing and offering me shiny things!

Clearly, your corner of the universe is finally working exactly the way it was always supposed to. Now ita's corner of the universe really needs to get with the program.

First they sent me the head nurse, and then they sent me a psychiatrist.

What goddamned horseshit. And when I say "goddamned," I mean it literally. Given the amount and duration of this shitty pain you've been in, I fully expect that whenever whoever sent you to the psych. dies, the angel sitting at the Pearly Gates is going to look up sternly from the heavenly Google or Wikipedia or however they're keeping track of people's immortal souls, and say sternly, "Ah. You. We haven't forgotten that ita-to-the-psychiatrist incident back in aught-seven. Down you go!"

Hmmm, I think I prefer Jilli's fans to paperdol's. You know, if I'm given a choice.

did you threaten to kill someone with your pinky?

Quite explicitly not, since that's what the dustup in the ER this morning was started by--a patient threatening harm to someone not even there.

No, the psychiatrist came in because I'm on anti-depressants. I pointed out that one of them was prophylactic, for the migraines, and then he asked about my relationship status, and if I was straight, and how was my childhood, was I getting professional mental health help, and did I have a drug or alcohol problem.

Why, thanks! I did tell him I was considering a drug or alcohol problem since I couldn't get painkillers, and he laughed and left.

Now I'm supposed to sit tight and wait for Neurology and Pain Management.

Fuckers.

Was he at least very very cute?

Jay Thomas show. Sirius satellite radio.

I wasn't mentally prepared for someone to ask me how much internet porn is too much, and if I'm okay with actually talking to a person instead of typing to them.

ETA: I think it went well enough in that he said, "well, you sound like a normal person."

Matt

> I've yet to see better value from a hotel room than the one that gave me proof of an afterlife for $160/night.

Yeah, I need to know, where was this, Matt?

Heh. My guess when I read this was said hotel was a site for really really great sex, good enough to be taken as proof of the existence of a benevolent God.

I'll give him credit for comforting body language, but that's all.

I can't think of any new ways to tell them I've been here since 10:30 last night, and could have gone home at 7, but was told I should stick around and beat the headache completely. 7 hours ago.

Nurse just came in to give me a Depakote. I have Depakote in my damned purse. But she'd already taken it out of its packet, so I was going to pay for it anyway.

And lo! Patient Relations has arrived.

It's not pain meds or being discharged, but at least it's not someone coming in to see if I'm crazy.

IIRC, Jay Thomas is a boob. Always has been.