My workplace hates video

Mine, too.

Cashmere: I had to run out and buy emergency sugar yesterday, as well. Wacky.

I broke into the back up flour. I was planning on making Pioneer Woman's Texas Sheet Cake because I haven't made it in over a year. Going to have to make a sugar run when I return the video rentals.

I baked a loaf of pumpkin bread Friday and there's maybe 2 slices left. Tim has been eating it with pumpkin ice cream and whipped cream on top.

The man still has a 28-inch waist and he turns 46 in less than a month. I hate him sometimes.

My doctor has a number of things on his to do list today--not least of all to make nice with the ER, because apparently he pissed them off yesterday to the point where the denying doctor (Dr. Morocco, if you're scoring at home) hung up on him. So he wants to make sure I don't get treated badly because of that.

He's also trying to get face time with the woman that runs the place (with whom I used to get along, when I worked for the damned hospital) to discuss this.

He read me some of the notes from the doctor that dealt with me when I was admitted last week. This is the doctor who said tales of my bad reaction were "dubious". Said cool doc actually wrote a bit about this claim--he said he couldn't track down any record of it, just a handwritten, unsigned, undated scrap of paper in my file saying I'd had a bad reaction at some point previous. And apparently it's been crossed out with an annotation to disregard by the mystery social worker I've never met.

So this is the bullshit that the doctors who don't want to treat me have been using as a crutch. THERE IS NO MEDICAL RECORD OF ME HAVING HAD A NEGATIVE REACTION. And, oddly, there is more than one record of me having had absolutely healthy reactions to said requested regimen--and these are both signed and dated.

So a doctor can say to me "We don't think that you need IV painkillers" and when I ask them what I do need, they suggest oral painkillers. When I tell them I've run through all the FDA approved oral narcotics, and ask what else they'd suggest, the reply is "I don't know--I'm not a pain doctor, and I don't know your full records." At which point I say "Hey! I happen to have some recommendations from a doctor who does specialise in pain, and has been paying attention to my case for a few years now--do you think he might have an expert opinion?" "Look, we're just not going to give you these medications."

Why do they prevaricate? Why do they lie outright?

It's like they're playing chicken with my specialists, and I'm standing in the middle of the road.

And no, I can't get infusions from oncology, because they won't administer narcotics there, and the normal meds they'd infuse for migraines don't work for me.

And no, my neuro didn't have anything to give me that worked, but he did administer most to his samples to me.

Cash - how can you all eat thet much bread stuff before it goes bad?

I hate him sometimes.

Me, too.

msbelle, I give most of it away. And I eat a lot.

I hate him sometimes.

Me, too.

That's all over and above his regular daily cookie intake. Frankly, if I didn't cook for him, he'd die of scurvy from eating only pastries, cookies, and ice cream.

But he'd still die with a 28-inch waist.

I was also distracted by this video of a dog costume for Halloween that is perhaps the funniest thing I have seen to date:

OMG, hilarious.

I baked a loaf of pumpkin bread Friday and there's maybe 2 slices left.

If you want to go crazy decadent with what's left, French toast.