Hubby was talking to his surgeon about his upcoming surgery. It was rescheduled twice because the surgeon refuses to use the surgical suite in the clinic where he sees Hubby. Hubby, rightly, wanted to know why, because he's got more than one surgeon in that clinic. Doc didn't go into details, and neither did the nurse, so Hubby went out and schmoozed with the office manager. Hubby is a world-class schmoozer.
Turns out the surgical suite is walled with drywall, which the surgeon abhors because it cannot be kept sterile enough, the lights aren't as bright as he likes, etc. The Facilities people will "get around" to upgrading it. Hubby said he ought to send a letter to Facilities saying he's tired of the inconvenience of rescheduling around facilities his surgeon refuses to use, and the Office Manager brightened up and said, "Oh, would you?"
Hubby told her he'd have to wait for his wife to get home, because I do all his dictation, and the Office Manager volunteered to be his secretary. So they pull up his Yahoo email and he begins dictating a letter. He puts in things like "I prefer to keep my molds in my cheese and wine, thank you", which amused the Office Manager. She said she wanted to keep a copy and offer it to all their surgical patients to send in.
So they send it and are chatting about other things, and his email account is still up. Within five minutes there's a reply from Facilities apologizing for the inconvenience and saying they'll look into it, and by the way, who complained? Hubby's response was, "I'm not sure which surgeon it was, it could have been my cardiologist, my neurosurgeon, my orthopedic surgeon, or my regular doctor, who occasionally performs surgeries."
Office Manager was very pleased.
We've secretly replaced Jilli's coffee and sleep meds with LSD. Let's see if she notices...
Honestly? The reason I have never dabbled in hallucinogenics is because I figured I get the same effects from my insomnia. Add in that Ambien has started to mess with my head before knocking me unconscious, and I'm stuck with situations where I make Pete get out of bed to stand guard at the bathroom door because one of the light fixtures has turned into the evil King of the Jellyfish and is out to get me.
I left for the airport, got on the subway, and then I realized I forgot my phone. I had to get off the next stop and go back home. Good thing I left myself a lot of time. I'm at the airport terminal now, just in time.
Liese inspired me. I just emailed the sustainability people at the MTA. I got a ridiculous mailed response to an inquiry from them a few months back, it was like 4 pieces of paper and 2 envelopes and some of the paper was like specialty stock.
Wait - who is getting the Scola?
My sabbath-observant co-worker is on her way out the door (late?), which always makes me feel like my work day is over as well. Also, I turned in my deadline piece already. And cancelled the big project I was supposed to be working on for next Wednesday. I could get started on the next thing, but why bother??
So us chronic insomniacs have wide range of fun choices! Hallucinate from sleep deprivation, hallucinate from too much caffeine, or hallucinate from the prescription medication you took in hopes of falling asleep sooner. Awesome!
Truer words.
Add in that Ambien has started to mess with my head before knocking me unconscious
It really is a choice of the lesser evil sometimes. Well, more a roll of the dice.
Oh, I'll be Steph...You Suck!
If it gets us THE SCOLA, I can totally live with that.
