At least I'm done panicking for today. Nothing is resolved, per se, but at least I know nothing can be.

Pharmacy tells me the paging isn't working, can I do something? I call the hospital, my doctor is off service and unavailable so the on call neurologist calls me back.

Apparently she had called the pharmacy, but they put her on hold and then hung up on her. Which--totally plausible--they had me on hold for 15 minutes before they hung up on me today--if they'd spoken to me right away, maybe THEY COULD HAVE CAUGHT A DOCTOR DURING BUSINESS HOURS.

Anyway, the on call neuro can't write prescriptions, so this whole thing will have to be re-attempted tomorrow. Which means I can ignore the clusterfuck until about 10:30. Because it's really realistic that I won't spend 14 hours cycling worst case scenarios over and over.

The sheer simple irony that all this leaves me so much less able to cope as it gives me more and more ludicrous shit to cope with will never be lost on me.

They are all fucktards.

Also, my dad is now on YouTube, talking perseids: [link]

He was overdue for a haircut!

Oh, ita_! That sucks heartily.

Fucking hell, ita. I wish I could channel this impotent rage into something that would do you some kind of good. That's just a world of wrong.

The sheer simple irony that all this leaves me so much less able to cope as it gives me more and more ludicrous shit to cope with will never be lost on me.

It's a really cruel irony.

Your Dad is awesome, sara. I'm going to a viewing party tomorrow for the Perseids but am pretty sure that I am just watching them on my own the next night. One bonus of where I live now? Excellent skies for such. I saw a couple in the last few nights. But I'd forgotten that they were probably Perseids and just thought they were random. So I learned something!

Fucktards. Why are we so fucking bad at pain management in this fucking country?

From way back, Maria I'd be happy to talk to you!! About anything but also about working remotely. ;)

I just got home from my trip a couple minutes ago and a friend is trying to get me to come out to the bar, and meet some hot 22 year old. I was like "no, I draw the line at people young enough to be my biological child, and since I'm old I'm going to bed now". Clearly damn kids offa my lawn! Except I totally want to be out, I'm just sleepy and don't want to shower and find a cute outfit and do makeup etc etc.

Because it's better for a Puritan to suffer than to risk overindulgence in something that could maybe, perhaps, be considered sinful. Like comfort.

Oh, the irony of Puritans coming to the Americas with noble suffering, and Africans coming across not even noble savages any more, just suffering.

I'm calming--I slammed my door loudly after ascertaining just who was blasting the greatest hits of mullet rock (and no, he hadn't earned it) and they laughed and turned the volume down by half at least. THANK YOU FOR BEING LESS OF AN ASS THAN YOU'D INITIALLY PLANNED. But maybe the recorded music was better than your singing...

I'm going to sit here, in my Batman shirt, drinking out of my Wonder Woman glass (THIS AMAZON PRINCESS WILL BOW DOWN TO NO MAN--seriously) and regulate my breathing through drawing and meditating until sleeping seems an option.

And thank you guys for support. We're good where we extend influence. Sadly not to slacking pharmacies (if I hadn;t called, would they just not have done anything this week? Month? The mind boggles...)

Oh, ita. Those pharmacists would registering on the richter scale if they knew the magnitude of the mental energy of the collective Buffistae.

The fact that it also featured Rob Kazinsky looking like this was just a bonus.

I don't know from Rob Kazinsky, but now that I know that Max Martini is in it, I'm tempted. Mmmm, scruffy ginger goodness.