Scrappy, that's great news.
I went to the ENT. He says that he thinks my ear problem is a muscular problem, with the eustachian tubes not opening and closing properly because the muscles around them are too tight, so we're trying various things to relax those muscles. They did some kind of ear pressure test that printed out a graph, and the graph from my left ear was the perfect sort of peak that they want to see, while the one from my right ear was all squiggly. They also tested my hearing, and I can hear better than most people, which might be why noises annoy me so much -- I can just hear more of them than most people can.
Marvelous, Scrappy!
Although now that you mention that, I wonder that it doesn't give *her* the heebie-jeebies to borrow something that *I* might have worn withOUT a shirt underneath.
"I was SO happy to finally get it back that T & I had a whole bunch of reallly sticky sex in it :) 'Fraid its not a loaner anymore :( "
(RAYLAN, inside Scrappy's Mom's Lung, lays a bullet on the table, in front of CANCER)
Next one's coming faster.
Many yays for excellent Mom-of-Scrappy news!
I agree with Beverly and smonster, especially about directing her to an outlet to buy her own. I'd possibly be inclined not even to say you'll need it at that time, but just something like "I'm afraid that won't be possible". That gives her less to engage with, just in case she's the sort who'll try to argue or negotiate with your refusal (which seems possible given that whole "If I can only get it from you for one date" thing). You don't owe her a reason any more than you owe her a corset.
Good grief, the Quality Manager just rejected an ECO because she didn't know what "in-situ" means...nothing wrong with it, just REJECT, with a comment about "what does in-situ mean?" Seriously? I go out of my way to NOT look ignorant to other people as a rule, and rather than just asking one person (or Googling, FFS), she'd rather look like a dope to all of us? So now someone will have to explain to her what it means, then route the entire thing through for signatures all over again, because she couldn't hit Dictionary.com.
I really don't get people...
(And I'm pretty sure my boss is going to handle this one, because we both know that I'd have a really hard time not conveying that paragraph up there by my tone...)
There is something in this room that is piercing my ear drums. It's 7,000 Hz tone, that is spiking the meter. I thought it was ringing in my ears. But the RTA on the phone confirms it. Ouch! make it stop please! eeep. And of course, I have back to back meetings in here for the rest of the afternoon.
Yay, Scrappy!!! That's great news!
Wonderful news, Scrappy!!
