What the fuck, Laura?! Rage making!!!
Xander: I do have Spaghetti-os. Set 'em on top of the dryer and you're a fluff cycle away from lukewarm goodness. Riley: I, uh, had dryer-food for lunch.
'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
lisah - Mar 13, 2012 8:54:43 am PDT #9627 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate
Ginger - Mar 13, 2012 8:55:00 am PDT #9628 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
In the current market, that's not only evil but bizarre. Surely the bank already owns many other houses. I assume you've reported them to the regulators.
§ ita § - Mar 13, 2012 9:15:15 am PDT #9629 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Laura, I can only assume someone went to their crazy place, and it's not you. That's horrible. Cruel. How can people be behind that, you know? Jesus.
Kate P. - Mar 13, 2012 9:19:04 am PDT #9630 of 30001
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
Good lord, Laura, that's awful. I'm so sorry you're dealing with such horrible, mean-spirited bullshit.
Steph L. - Mar 13, 2012 9:35:40 am PDT #9631 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I hate everything today, including Laura's bank, but excluding my Buffistas. And Tim, who did the dishes last night for the first time in 4 years because he knew I'd be stressed when I finally got home at 10 goddamn PM.
Vortex - Mar 13, 2012 9:38:17 am PDT #9632 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Vortex, have you been to/tried Stew Leonard's for your grocery needs, yet? My mother used to go to the Danbury store, and my cousin was a chef there before opening his own business in CT, but they may have the meat you need.
No, hadn't heard of it. The newington store is about half an hour away. If I can't find what I need at a local butcher I'm trying, then I'll give Stew's a shot. Thanks for the rec.
SailAweigh - Mar 13, 2012 9:43:14 am PDT #9633 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Laura, that is absolutely bizarre. I'm about ready to start a mantra of "Fuck Banks" the way we do about cancer.
Liese S. - Mar 13, 2012 9:51:20 am PDT #9634 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Wow, Laura, that sucks beyond the telling of it.
Kate P. - Mar 13, 2012 9:52:15 am PDT #9635 of 30001
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
Steph, how's your dad doing?
Steph L. - Mar 13, 2012 10:02:25 am PDT #9636 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
He's home -- he got discharged yesterday evening after the angiogram. The angiogram showed no change in his arteries/veins from last year -- he does have small blockages in 2 veins, but they aren't total blockages, and, more importantly, the cardiologist said there is no change in them since last year, which makes him think that the pain Dad was having is not cardiac-related.
Which in and of itself is good, because the heart needs to keep on ticking, but the problem now is figuring out what the cause of the pain is.
Getting him discharged was a NIGHTMARE. He had to stay for at least 4 hours after the angiogram, to be sure the incision site was closed. So by the time they started the discharge process, it was about 8:30. His nurse went over the list of his medications (and he takes a TON -- like 15, or something, and I'm not kidding), and listing each one, and then asking him, "Do you know which one that is? What time do you take it?" Like he was 3 years old, or something. He was getting REALLY angry, and I can't blame him. And then she said "I have to go take care of another patient, and then I'll come back and get a wheelchair so you can leave." And Dad's reaction was basically to pick up his duffle bag and walk out of the room, because he didn't want to wait. Which, again, I can't blame him for. And the nurse yelled at ME -- she said "Don't let him do that!" And I told her "He is an adult and can do what he wants. Also, he's the parent and I'm the child, and I can't MAKE him do anything." So there was a big fuss and someone went to get a wheelchair and finally we left, at almost 9:00.
I also understand why they want the patient to leave in a wheelchair, so I'm not badmouthing the hospital on the wheelchair front; it was just the last straw in a VERY long day, and Dad really wanted to go home. But that nurse was really lousy.