I have finally found someone to take over the overhead reports I've been handling for almost 5 years. So far the people I do the reports for have been responding positively to my choice of replacement. Said gal is thrilled to take on this new responsibility. She gets to learn new stuff and have her name in front of some big wigs in the firm. I'm kinda annoyed that it fell on me to find my own replacement for this work so I'm very happy that no one has balked at my choice.

Argh. I've gotten to the point in my day when all I can do is wait for my fancy meeting to start. 10-20 minutes. Deep breaths.

And of course, as soon as I posted that, I tried for the 3rd time tricking him into thinking the blue was treats and this time it worked. Yay no need to buy other stuff.

I'm stuck on the couch watching reruns of Tabatha's Salon Takeover. I need to get up and shower, but there's always another episode.

My day is not off to a fantastic start. I tweaked my lower back yesterday, and as a result I couldn't run this morning. I did walk, but it's terribly stiff, even after two naproxen.

My dad called twice about my mother's doctor's appointment today, which I am sending the caregiver to because I'm already taking 8 hours of personal time this week for Mom's other appointment and my interview.

And I took my car to the garage to get the brake lights fixed but they'd moved! I was embarrassed because they moved two years ago and I never noticed. And they're moving again, even farther away, so I will have to get a new mechanic.

Bah.

I just had the racistest taxi driver. Well, not racistest, especially since he drove me. But he was insistently chatty, and once he stopped pitching Dancing With The Stars at me, it was all racist/nationalist weirdness. Like, Djokovic is Russian like the Boston bombers. Wouldn't listen to me on that front. And then a lot of "like that" because they're "from there" and then to diet making you taller (which, not a problem--we've all heard about the Japanese shift in diet and resultant height gain) but he had isolated all these groups--Somalis are taller than Ethiopians, but they are from right next to them! And the Bangladeshi are shorter than Indians, because they don't eat as well. Then he segued into famous people dying a lot, and would it be Aretha or Tina Turner next? And maybe he would die next. Really odd.

He was taking me to a neuropsych appointment, for which the doctor hadn't shown up after 40 minutes. An associate took me back, to prep me for my "long day". At which point I told her I didn't know why I had this appointment or what it would encompass (it was scheduled without checking with me too). Turns out they're assessing cognitive function, which, fine. But hours of testing? I can't do that on a good day, and today is not a good day, since I've been home sick since yesterday, and I can't drive. They're going to reschedule, and they're going to break it up--I fail on sustained effort right away.

Now I'm at the ER and they're giving me paltry meds, so I don't see the pain going away anytime soon, or the itching, which is the only result of the meds so far. I think I will need a gown to scratch properly.

ita, that is just crap on crap.

Oh, jeez, ita. I'm so sorry.

He was taking me to a neuropsych appointment

Maybe he was part of the test?

That just sucks. Truly. I wish you strong meds that break through the pain and give you the rest of the week back.