Ooooo! Fun, Erin! When do you go again?

My feet hurt. Like whoa. Next time I think it's a good idea to wear new shoes when I'm going to be gone for 13 hours, someone smack me and remind me of the pain I'm feeling right now.

Also, I'm really pissed at my hospital. On top of keeping me in the ER for 10 hours on Sunday and basically doing nothing, they really did do basically nothing. My doctor had left a note on the computer requesting that a couple of tests be run. Then, when I came in I requested that the same tests be run.

Nine hours later, the doctor came and said that all of the tests came back fine. Only, they *didn't* run the tests that my doctor and I had asked for. Well, I mean, apparently they were requested, but the lab didn't run them for some reason. And the ER doc's response to my doc's asking about them not being run was something to the effect of, "Well, we didn't want to keep her there any longer." Um...isn't that a decision I should have been able to make?

So, my doc ran the tests today, but it may be too late to get back definitive answers. I'm all grrrrrrrrrry at the hospital.

I get there Thursday next, stay till Sunday.

Mucho fun!

Meara, gosh. Who knew such heat was to be had up north.

Well, I'm tryin' to spread the word, what can I say? :) So far, six responses, none of them amazing (one the spammy one from last night, and one that is totally not for a date as she's out of my age range and not my type, but we're planning ot play scrabble). But I"m trying to respond to them all and give it a shot.

Everyone in the class (pretty much) said her tests are by far the hardest because of the typos and poorly worded questions.

Ew, now that's super frustrating.

"You know how they are, with the whole 'My people were in the Holocaust' excuse for everything."

.....good lord. Good for your hubs for not letting THAT crazy bullshit slide.

PLEASE, please, please, please let this work into something good.

GOOD LUCK, SUZI!!!

OOO! Good luck to Suzi!!

.....good lord. Good for your hubs for not letting THAT crazy bullshit slide.

ETA: The Roto Rooter guys are here. $350 for the massive snaking necessary to clear out the mainline. Here's hoping it works.

Okay, in the same vein as the "holocaust excuse", today I bumped into the PR person for the theatre I work at part time. There is me, and one other black house manager. Who is 5 inches shorter, 75 pounds lighter, different complexion and looks NOTHING like me. Her name is Thakira. Pretty simple.

So, PR person says to me "I have trouble pronouncing your first name."

I looked at her, puzzled and said "Stephanie?"

She said, attempting to recover, "oh, I meant your last name"

I looked at her and said, innocently, "Johnson?"

She laughed uncomfortably and said "who am I confusing you with?"

I just said "I have no idea"

Wasn't it nice of me to let it go?

*blinks*

She what?

Could she have possibly just totally forgotten your name entirely? Or ... yeah, I got nothing.

that's a technique I have used when I forget someone's name but I would have stopped before "who am I confusing you with?"

OK, I have to admit, I've done things like that dozens of times, with people of all different races. Because I have no memory for faces whatsoever -- unless I've actually had a one-on-one conversation with somebody lasting at least a good fifteen minutes or so, there's very little likelihood I'll get beyond, "Yeah, you look familiar" the next time I see them. After quite a few embarrassing times when I tried to guess the person's name or where I'd seen them before and ended up guessing totally wrong, I've pretty much resigned myself to saying, "Remind me, where did I meet you?" pretty often.

(There's a story that's been circulating for a while about a well-known mathematician not recognizing his daughter when he saw her somewhere where he didn't expect to see her. I don't know if it's true, but I don't actually have trouble believing it.)

She laughed uncomfortably and said "who am I confusing you with?"

At least she didn't *actually* say, "Now, which one are you?"