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

There are no spoons in the kitchen. I have to eat my yogurt with a fork. That's a metaphor for something.

Or perhaps a zen koan...Is it about the yogurt in your mouth, or is it the yogurt in the space between the tines, Grasshopper...

eta: a second thought

Of course, I'm wearing a black knit top (with a dark blue skirt, if you must know), so I had to hope that disintegrating paper towel marks are the lesser evil when compared to deodorant marks.

I had to hope that disintegrating paper towel marks are the lesser evil when compared to deodorant marks.

I have a sponge thingy that is designed to get rid of deoderant marks on fabric but actually gets rid of all kinds of marks and schmutz. It's like MAGIC, I swear.

ah! Here it is:

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I just got back from gym shoe shopping--Famous Footwear is having a sale, so the two pairs I bought were already marked down to $50 each, and then it was buy 1, get the 2nd half-off, so I got a pair of Reeboks and a pair of Nikes for $81 after tax. Combine those with the bookstore shoes and suede flats for my sister's wedding I got in the mail this morning, I've bought four pair of shoes this week! In the whole of 2006, I bought two pair, and none since then. I still have to get some boots for winter, but I'll be set after that.

I was holding a baby. Now I smell like baby. Not really in a good way.