So my cable (tv) is down, due to some "problems in the area." So that's fun. And the guy said there were no "problems in the area" on Wednesday, when my DVR didn't record a bunch of stuff. In short: I hate my fancy new cable. Except when it works.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
In short: I hate my fancy new cable. Except when it works.
Clearly you need to get a Roku as an emergency backup entertainment alternative.
So....I should have called it when I didn't feel it. That was half the benadryl and 3/4 the dilaudid, which she didn't clarify until the third dose and isn't interested in making up the difference. So, my head hurts, I want to puke, and they're about to discharge me.
And I've been ringing for a nurse for about an hour because all they do now is admit or discharge. Not treat. You don't have to go home but you gotta get out of here.
I really just wish you could always get the good staff, ita.
My tv is back AND pictures are hung, so a net win. I have too many framed pictures.
Me too, jesse, me too. I'm admitted now, and it's just like not being admitted, so I've asked one of the nurses to find out when it will not be the same. And I've sent an email to my migraine doc about resolving confusion proactively next time.
Really, I think everything is taken care of except the sulking. I should get a head start on that.
You know, it's too bad you haven't proactively sought out experts and protocols so this kind of thing wouldn't--OH WAIT.
Yeah, I should really start seeking help with these migraines. I hear they have these people now, they deal with health issues? And they specialise? Well, something like that anyway. It's clearly very complicated for a layman to follow. You need to be able to take notes and count and stuff. So I don't want to rush into it.
So I don't want to rush into it.
Yeah, absolutely. It's the kind of thing you should probably dither over and think about for a while. Ugh.
If you're admitted, when will you get discharged? Later today?
So, while rerunning the Olympic opening ceremonies to see if I can burn them to disk for Liese, I'm struck by how strong the resemblance is growing between Sir Paul McCartney and my mom.
In important news: I really hate salad. Last weekend, my friends laughed at my face as I shoved it in my piehole. It was a good salad and everything!