'Life of the Party'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Happy (Fucking) Birthday, Trudy!!!
email my GP and get more explicit ER protocol instructions down in my file.
ita, can you call your GP before going to the ER, so that he/she can communicate directly with the ER staff and tell them to NOT fuck around with you?
I love this from that review - it's funny cause it's true:
The only bad thing about this book is that I found myself laughing out loud a lot, and in public. There should definitely be a warning label on Will the Vampire People Please Leave the Lobby?: True Adventures in Cult Fandom that reads: "Beware: reading this book in public could cause people to stare at you - and not in a good way."
I don't want to work anymore today. That means I can go home, right?
I CAN HAZ WEEEKENDE?
Oh, lord, it's only Tuesday. Not good.
can you call your GP before going to the ER, so that he/she can communicate directly with the ER staff and tell them to NOT fuck around with you?
My GP isn't the guy who created the protocol, so there's this whole loop of he's got to find the specialist who talks to the ER. Last night they finally tracked my specialist down to Milwaukee, because my GP wasn't up on the protocol himself.
However, to get it into my file my specialist will have to tell my GP, so then everyone will be up to date.
I can't keep having those arguments. I get weepy and useless. And as kind as Polgara is she can't lean on the docs the way my usual escort done, and potentially can't hold me back if I go beserker.
I mentioned to propo-drug you recommended to my specialist (did I already tell you this? my memory is shot) and he said there was only one guy at that hospital who would administer it--it requires an anaesthetist and is a high-impact drug. So it's on the last-resort list.
I have a honking great bruise were the IV went in yesterday, and another where I gave myself the IM imitrex. I should check my butt and see if I bruised there when they have me the IM painkiller.
Off to read the review.
Dude, I'll settle for a nap.
Or not having to delete a single line of code from over 200 screens.
Now I have to go fix my shirt, since I put it on inside out this morning.
Of course, it wasn't me that noticed this.
There are no spoons in the kitchen. I have to eat my yogurt with a fork. That's a metaphor for something.
I don't want to work anymore today. That means I can go home, right?
Oh please oh please oh please.
t waits anxiously for answer