Well, all this rain is supposed to turn to snow tonight, and with the SO sick, I have no idea what that's going to mean for classes tomorrow. I'm planning on going, but I'm going to be a much more cautious driver than the SO would be. It was already pretty slick in the mud today just getting to the grocery.
I tried to take advantage of a lull in the rain to haul some firewood, but I left it too late and only got half a rick done. Which is fine, it's not like it's going to be a long storm. But still, I'd have been happier if I had gone out there when I should have.
I did get one of the cars cleaned out, though. The other one I'm not too sure what to do with.
I think it's time to start chili, though. I wasn't going to do it until Tuesday, but I've got the venison thawed already, and the SO is ravenous, so maybe it's best to get a big, filling meal going.
Working 24 hours straight is an unreasonable expectation. Much less expecting someone to do it when she needs medical attention. If someone has to take a break from their workout to take over for you, ita, then so be it. I hope having one of the good nurses means you're getting the right treatment.
Mmm, venison chili sounds like excellent snowstorm sustenance.
Douche doctor alert. If only they'd tell me that before I'd waited five fucking hours. And again, he tried to frame it in terms other than no way no how, but when pressed....that's it. I will never get the opiate painkillers at this hospital again, except right to my face this time, with bonus "No, we won't page your neuro and tell him immediately either."
I'm off to Santa Monica, and if that doesn't work I seriously have no idea, because I've been crying for three days now.
The nurse was so nice....the resident was so nice...but now I'm caught in some power play and it's fucking me over and I don't know what to do. I can't not work tomorrow. I can't even stay home in this much pain.
Right?
I agree with Calli here. I wish it had worked out for you when it looked like it was going to, but there are things beyond your control here, and you are doing the best you can.
Argh! That's awful. What do they think you're supposed to do? It's not acceptable.
Exactly what Calli said, ita. Vibing for a good trip to Santa Monica.
Yes, what Calli said, so much. And I don't even know what to say about your treatment at the hospital. Much ~ma for Santa Monica.
Also, wellness vibes for Grace.
Damn, ita. Didn't your neuro actually send orders to the ER just this week telling them to treat you according to his protocol? I am astounded at this level of active malpractice.
Oh, no! Come on, Santa Monica, I guess.
