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.

She just looks like you because of her expression, though -- I don't think she actually does without the sun in her eyes.

She just looks like you because of her expression, though -- I don't think she actually does without the sun in her eyes.

I was going to say the same thing.

She looks a lot like one of my cousins in the second picture.

Well there are things worse than crying in the hallway, and worse places to cry. I'm currently crying in my migraine doctor's waiting room, because the ER discharged me and said they were not appropriate to treate my headache, and that they wouldn't admit me either--it's not appropriate for the hospital to treat my headache. It's also not appropriate for them to speak to my specialists, which is why I huffed out past everyone without de-accessing the portacath and walked across the way to the medical plaza.

The office staff is all clearly about to leave, but fuck this shit. I'm not just going to miss a movie or a wedding if I can't be treated, I'm missing the weekend. Doc was pretty clear that in her opinion UCLA Westwood was off limits.

Migraine doc is paging the head of the ER now.

Not holding my breath.