Phone: TGIF. *ring*
Me: You're not actually telling me this just to tell me this, are you?
Phone: Yeah, because that's the kind of luck you have. *ring*
Me: You don't have to rub it in, you know. I'm hapless, I get that. To repeatedly point it out is just cruel.
Phone: When have I ever done that before? What makes you say "repeatedly"? That's an unfair characterization of our interaction. *ring*
Me: Really? You do seem to take no small pleasure from making me miserable. I've heard you positively *chortle*. In fact--
Phone: JUST ANSWER ME, YOU MORON! *ring*
Me: Words can hurt. I am wounded.
Fuckcake O' the Day: I just got a letter.
Me: Okay.
FCO'tD: They're saying my dental insurance is cancelled! You're deducting it from my paycheck, I'm paying for it! Why is it cancelled?!
Me: Well, ma'am, I show you are actively insured. I'm not sure...
FCO'tD: Then why is [Wrong Company] telling me my coverage ended in April?!
Me: Oh! You're not covered by [Wrong Company], you're covered by [Correct Company].
FCO'tD: When did that happen?!
Me: ...when...you...signed up for insurance through [Correct Company]?
FCO'tD: You guys fuck everything up!
Good lord, MM. How can someone be pissed about being covered? Yeesh. I think I would have been abjectly apologizing and promising to bake you cookies for the next month.
Fay -- Doctor. Now.
Concur with Fred Pete. The "Jeanna Treatment" a.k.a. "the Milwaukee Protocol" hasn't worked for anyone else. Or at least, not yet -- and it's really not something for which you want to be an experimental subject, if you can possibly avoid it.
Boy, I am SO not with it today. I forgot my cell phone at home, and I just locked my jacket (with my car keys in the pocket) in the room I was working in on campus. Had to call campus security to let me in to get them.
Can I go back to bed now?
Howz the breathing?
Better than the cognitive functioning, apparently. I ended up talking to my PCP last night. I meant to page my therapist, but apparently paged my PCP. I was terribly confused when she called me (after I had been asleep for a while) two hours later. I feel like I'm in a total fog. PCP thinks this should all be a little better by Monday, and if not, I have to come in and be seen again. Still not eating, but I've forced down two Ensures since last night.
Happy moving day, sj! May your new place be everything wonderful.
Hope you feel better soon, vw.
So want to hear my d'oh! story? Yesterday morning, I got on the scale. I'd lost five pounds or so the first week I was sick, and I was wondering if I'd gained that weight back. The scale said I had lost 15 lbs. 15 lbs in three weeks.
I was stunned and freaked and confused. I weighed myself twice with the same result. I talked to ND and to a couple of friends about how weird that was, that I felt like I'd lost a little weight but certainly not that much, that I couldn't understand what was going on, etc. I was concerned about my health, but I was filled with determination to start exercising as soon as I could safely do so to turn this negative into a positive. This was my chance to finally shake the weight I've been carrying for three years since my last bout with Zoloft for good, I thought.
Last night, I got back on the scale to confirm...and the scale said I'd gained 13 lbs. That day.
I think, perhaps, the scale is broken.
t headdesk
it may in fact never stop raining here.
and it seems as if the trees in the yard have moved closer to my window from where they were this morning.
cereal:
but o how I love the Will Durant google-quote-of-the-day:
"Education is the transmission of civilization."
Took the day off. I was flipping through the channels, to discover a CLASSIC of the Lifetime genre -- Tori Spelling in "Mother, May I Sleep With Danger?"
