Bad day. Synching leaving the ER (disc pain, and no one will prescribe me anything other than steroids) with a job interview.
The interview went unthrilllingly, and the nurse chewed me out for leaving the ER with the port in. They were on the verge of calling the cops on me (I was two doors down). The pain is almost as bad as when I got there, and I can't drive to fill the steroids script until tomorrow.
I feel so...chastised. I can't believe I'm 45 years old.
That sounds rough. Good luck with the steroids.
Is there pooping in heaven? Would actually work really well as a parody of the Joseph and the amazing technicolor raincoats There's One More Angel in Heaven.
Oddly enough, the evening after my dad's funeral the conversation between my siblings and I descended into scatalogical humor.
Also, I never knew funerals could be so exhausting.
Unexpected hilarity is par for the course, I think. Emotions are whipsawing around, and sometimes Funny comes up on the wheel. No one in the family should feel bad about suddenly laughing at things.
No one in the family should feel bad about suddenly laughing at things.
No one was unhappy about the scatalogical humor, except possibly my mom.
I received a lot of thank you's and compliments for my slideshow of my dad that we played in the church during the visitation, so that was nice.
I drove to Chicago today. I'm still fried so I'm taking tomorrow off too.
I am falling down an internet hole looking for pics for eyecandy.
I never see pretty people just around anymore. the city was good for that.
No one in the family should feel bad about suddenly laughing at things.
My sister and I fell apart into hysterical giggles during our mom's eulogy. The preacher kept calling her by the wrong name! It was ridiculous. We hid our faces in our paper programs and pretended to be sobbing.