so there is this woman who fell out of a moving squad car in LA. She woke up with her mouth wired shut and bruises on the inside of her leg.

Can you explain to me why she would have bruises on the inside of her leg?

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There is one possible explanation that fits with that and her "dress around her waist". They arrested a drunk woman who was not driving but waiting for her ride, raped her and dumped her from the moving vehicle. That would also explain how she "fell" or "escaped" from a moving vehicle that was supposed to be locked, while in handcuffs. I don't that this is what happened. Since she spent six days in a coma afterwords any medical evidence that would prove that one way or another is long gone. So we will never know if that is the case. But it makes more sense than the police story - the one we already know is a lie, because it included a stop that never happened.

Good grief Typo. This is what I feared as well.

Interviewed two interns this morning. One we only just found out was a student at a private school for kids with (and I'm quoting the school's website) "major psychiatric issues". I went into it open-minded, but came out full of dread that this will possibly be a full-time supervision-required sort of thing. I'd be willing to give one day a week, but they want five. New boss lady will be following up with enquiries to his teachers and other supervisors from his current and past jobs.

Second interview I was leery about because she was all theoretical work, but what she hadn't put on her resume was her homelife where she works in her mother's garden. We'll get her unpaid for 40 hours a week, including some weekends, until next June!

An idea floated was that we train her up and make her responsible for the first candidate, but I'm afraid that will scare her off.

I don't know what the law is on what we can and cannot ask, and if we had the staff to supervise as well as attend to other needed tasks I'd be willing to give this first kid a chance. But his attention drifted in between every question and sometimes didn't understand what was being asked of him.

(I wondered if some of the spaciness wasn't natural, but again, not something I think we can ask about, or avoid). At least the ED wasn't pressuring us to accept him because of some angle he could work for more money (although he did get excited about somehow tying this internship into the Hort Therapy he's trying to get off the ground).

Thinkgeek onesies! Oh, the potential! I've only had to apologise to the mother of the babyferg once so far.

I need Jamaican shit too, though. I have books, but it's too boring for books now. It's still a toy for ages.

Wait, no, I think I might have Jamaican baby clothes here somewhere...

First mammogram today. So that was awkward, unpleasant and unfortunately the most action I've gotten in a while.

My mum said she'd investigated her new diabetes medication, and found some site where this woman's done research on the timing of taking said medication and when would be most effective (which, one of the times turned out to be 2pm). Mum started taking her meds at these non-doctor-prescribed times and said that her blood sugar levels improved drastically. Yay!

I made a really really GIRLY scream earlier. I found a very dead mouse on top of my dresser, where Spare Cat has been hanging out of late. I'm not particularly scared of mice, it was the unexpectedness that threw me, right next to my clean underwear and good makeup, et cetera.

It's the unexpectedness that always gets you (me). Although I was proud of myself the other day when I walked face first into an active spider web. It probably had more to do with my immediate need to not have spiders get into my mouth than naturally resisiting screaming like a banshee. I did twitch after, full-body.

Haven't seen any black and yellows, disappointingly, but my goodness, the spined mycrantheas are out in full force this year.

Hmm. Those are not Jamaican shirts. I have no idea except I do understand why I never gave them away--they're not particularly anything. One's really small and one's for an eight year old. I have no idea why they're in my possession.

Sitting around waiting for a prescription for pain meds--took a week to get the first one, and it was written wrong, so...back to the well. I'm sure the doctor will be pissy about expecting a quick turnaround but there's only a short window in which I can actually take it to the pharmacy, so it's not like I can give him a lot of lead time on "dude, you wrote it wrong". I do need to turn that around quickly, AND I RUN OUT TOMORROW.

I requested the script last week, for fuck's sake.

IV pharmacy hasn't scheduled delivery of the meds for Sunday yet either. You'd think medicine was some optional luxury business.