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.

Psycho Jesus on a pogo stick ita ! I'd add that this sucks, but somehow I get the feeling you know that without my saying so. I wish there was something we could do. I mean if it was just one doctor, we could take up a Buffista collection to pay the hit man, but as it is ....

Fuck our fucked up fucking medical system - even though there are lots of good people working inside it.

JFC. I hope it helps that it's currently working hours.

I really don't understand how certain ER staff can just disregard written orders from a doctor with privileges at that hospital. Makes no sense. Fingers crossed the migraine doc can do something for you.