Thank you, Nurse McQuitepants.
Happy birthday, Cass!
There's a dog loose outside who clearly belongs to people. I hate that because I always imagine the owners' state of mind. It's black and white, but built like a greyhound. It runs about four times as fast as I do.
Happy birthday, Cass!
The ER process has someone come from Registration in order for you to sign those relevant permission documents, and they time it so that it's after the doctor has seen you for the first time. I was a bit lacking in gruntle, since they were clearly discharging me and they hadn't done this yet. I'm remarkably able to walk straight past Registration without remembering to go in and pay.
But, just at the last minute, the lady came with the forms, etc. She commented on how I was "always her patient" (it's been at least three weeks in a row), and the nurse called out that she too was seeing me for the third consecutive time. And then she even warmed up a bit and asked me more about how I cope with the pain on a daily basis, and they both left saying they'd see me next week.
Which is ridiculously sweet. I'm glad of them.
I'm so glad you found people to be glad of, ita !
I will gladly do research, but not until Wednesday, since I am heading out for the Reno part of my vacation now.
Glad you got good people in the ER, ita!
Calli, I'm contemplating starting a run (or run/walk) schedule in the mornings. I need it. I say this as I eat red velvet cake for breakfast. Self-sabotage is my middle name.
Happy Birthday Cass!
ita, you deserve those hospital folks every damn time. Thank goodness Nurse McQuietpants, RN, was on the dilaudid train for you.
I told nut shot guy that it was his life and his anus, to do with whatever he deems honourable, but did ask outright that if it was what stood between him and sexual violation, would he just lay back and think of England. And then I called him a romantic as I signed off.
Nicely done. Though I'm curious of his reply, so if you do venture back there, please share it, if you don't mind.
I'm supposed to be doing some different-for-me physical activity this weekend, as part of the team challenge at work, but I don't feel like it! I don't feel like doing
any.
Happy birthday Cass!
I can't believe it's not even 11 yet and I've already made a Target run. So much for sleeping in. Gonna head down to the harbor in a a bit. I'm attempting to use public transit to do so, provided I can find parking near the train station and pick up the free ciruculator.
So, yesterday was my fun day. Today really ought to be my getting-shit-done day, but so far all I've managed is a grocery store run and running the dishwasher. Looking at my to-do list makes me want to hide under the bed with the cat.