God, ita. I'm angry at the stupid pissy doctor and at all the specialists who can't seem to focus. It's a useless gesture (but I'm good at them. Useless hope seems to be my skill) but I want you whole and painfree (except where you uh, elicit it.)

Need to put my cell on the donotcall list. Not like I use it much, but getting spam texts and calls is pissing me off. Haven't even had the fucker a month!

A demonstration of a photo taken with and without flash: [link]

That made me laugh way more than it should have.

as he explains "I will make the blue stuff and go fast and it will be cool."

What blue stuff?

Blueberry cobbler?

OMG in my box of oreos I got one half of an oreo cookie. Like, not even the white stuff in the middle. I got an or.

WTF! Anybody who sees the other half, let me know.

That's tragical. I bet if you send them a letter, they will send you an Oreo. A whole one.

Or at least the other half.

Um, I eated it?

Steph, the blue flame.

OMG in my box of oreos I got one half of an Oreo ^® cookie. Like, not even the white stuff in the middle. I got an or.

I blame quantum tunneling check, on the other side of any nearby potential energy gradients for the splinched Oreo ^®.

1/4 of the way through report. I hates it.

I'm getting spam on my phone too. Joke of the day crap.

I don't understand many peoples' motivation.

Thanks, sara. I'm a little foggy about today, but what I can remember wasn't good. I ended up ditching work at 11, calling B and then Polgara for a ride into the ER (could not think enough to cab it--did I mention this one was a contender for worst migraine ever?). Then I see it's asshat doctor, who was actually pleasant-ish, although he did threaten me with a spinal tap.

And I mean threaten. He needs to join Brenda Leigh Johnson on Closer. Asshole.

Then when I tried to leave he had to test my walking to see if I could do it without weaving.

Bitch. I have a ride for that, thanks. A ride that's waiting outside that you won't let me go out and talk to.

He was getting around to me, he said¹. When the elderly couple started to ask for attention and his reply was "Tell them I'm busy. I told them twenty minutes ago it'd be in half an hour²" I took the back exit. Yay me for being that familiar with the hospital.

Fuckers.

I don't have the vocab for how bad my head was hurting. It's still pretty bad, but this time I can fall a bit asleep.

And god, am I zonked. I probably did more unsupervised posting than was strictly recommended. Crossed wires.

msbelle, will Mac let me borrow the car? He cam have my motorbike.

I wish I remembered when my mother was landing here today.

¹: I swear, he made it sound like it was my fault for actually wanting the stuff he prescribed.
²: I swear that's what he said, but there were drugs involved.

Okay, back to bed now.