I'm going to lose all the holiday song games, starting today. My cube was moved (yay!), and I'm right next to the cafe. Our cute-as-a-button newish barista (who sadly doesn't make very good coffee) has decided to play Christmas music in the cafe. Loudly enough that I can hear it through the closed doors. Time to live with my headphones in all the time.

I have ancestors named Herschel and Galileo. We just call him Daddy. He actually goes by neither. The Galileo is "don't tell your father I told you it's his middle name" and the Herschel is just H. Since university he's answered to his mother's surname instead. Or "Brother Les" if you're one of his half-siblings, all because he has a brother called Moore.

I have a cousin by marriage who also dropped his stuffy H first name (Horace) to just the initial. Does H lend itself to that more? I know I'm biased because my father does it, but I've always thought it was cool and important-sounding.

I tend to hate the name mocking articles, because they too often don't check to see they aren't catching other cultures in their sweep of derision, and having a wack name is something I see a higher percentage of normal named people complaining about anyway. Not actually your problem, and not actually ruining as many lives as you predict. And when someone tells me they won't take a doctor called Bryttny seriously I hope they get a crappy doctor called David. So there.

At the ER, not having a good time. Bed in the hallway, but at least a bed. One of the really cool nurses, and we'll see in a bit how the doctors are. They did ask me what the dosages were and didn't say anything then. I will hope.

But crying in the hallway sucks more than normal crying.

But crying in the hallway sucks more than normal crying.

Oh, ita, I'm sorry.

Paging Jesse for the Good Things Tumblr:

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The Coast Guard airlifts a bunch of stranded sea turtles back to warmer climes.

It was just a long wait, and it hurts and it's bright and noisy and...

Oh, and they shorted me on the dose. I'd love to get admitted today, but I HAVE A HOBBIT TICKET. I will be pissed if I miss Tolkien because doctors aren't interested in helping me.

During the day they have volunteers that wander around and ask how they can help (extra 2 of dilaudid?) and they've been uniformly retiree aged--until just now. Nice old lady has a SWEET piece of twentysomething (if that) in tow. She asked if they could help, and I requested graham crackers. They're not allowed to give patients food without permission, which she was explaining when I interrupted to say "Not licensed to administer crackers?" and the boytoy did one of those snorts of laughter where you can pretty much hear the spit that's thankfully not hitting you. And he's been grinning dopily at me every time they pass by again.

I kinda wanna high five someone and say "I still got it!"

Wow. I wonder if he as a candystriper outfit.

And....that's my creepy cougar objectification for the day.

The Coast Guard airlifts a bunch of stranded sea turtles back to warmer climes.

Good one!

At least you still got it, ita.

Sea turtles!

I wonder if he as a candystriper outfit.

Oh dear.

Regarding family names, the weirdest we've got (that I know of, and I admit that doesn't go very far back) are my dad's middle name -- Crowther -- and my grandmother's name -- Mildred Alphonsa. Everybody else is very boringly standard Irish, Scottish, or British.

My mother's middle name is Delores Delrio. Spelling unconfirmed.

There''s a girl at the other end of the hall who's clearly a repeat offender (she came in with a whole kit--tablet, stuffed toy). She just had one of the volunteers (not my boyfriend, obvs) monopolised for half an hour. I wondered what the bang for their buck was, other than fetching food and blankets. But she'd been complaining about the hospital again, and her mother had left for a while, so it was exactly what she needed. I still find them creepy and over-intense.

So their plan was to give me the full dose over fifteen minutes. Not only has that never stopped the pain, the chances a nurse can come back in any accurately determined period of time is laughable. That was forty five minutes. I'm usually getting my second full dose at that time, not the rest of my first. Great plan.

Tick tock.

I always wonder if the animals (the sea turtles) are horribly confused when they arrive at the preferred destination. I wonder if they are clear regarding what went wrong?

Okay, these pics confuse me for two reasons: sandrarose.com/2009/09/amber-rose-before-she-was-black/ -- I don't think she looks white (seriously--why am I supposed to?) and I think she looks like me in the bottom picture, whereas with her hair short I don't think she does.