This post is a little salty and the language is not all that “ lady like” so if you are easily offended, there’s that X up at the top of your screen.
We had an active shooter in our mall today. In my safe little island. I have so much to say. So many emotions. I’m so fucking angry. My husband and I can’t talk about it. We couldn’t have more opposing views on this topic and I always end up feeling frustrated to the point of tears and I just need to not engage in a conversation about guns with him. I can’t grasp that line of thinking, it’s just in my makeup or my brain or maybe I’m too empathetic and can’t see his point of view but whatever it is, it’s not healthy for me.
That was some honest shit.
I still have no answers. It’s frustrating. Can someone please explain to me why people can’t do their fucking jobs until you call and prompt them too? I don’t get paid to be your fucking office manager! No one looked for my blood test results nor did they know that my STAT ct scan was in their computer. Just, didn’t look. Oh shit! Let me go look to see if those results are in…. Yes, sweet pea, it’s only been a fucking week! Then she calls me back, found them! I’ll give them to doc and write STAT and she will call you.
SIDE BAR: I’m a night owl and mostly sleep in the mornings. I couldn’t sleep because I was waiting for the doc AND I’m in a shit ton of pain. Did they call? Come on, why would they call? FUCK ME! Thursday my phone is going to be set to forward all calls to my husband because I feel like I might lose my shit on this office manager. I wish I didn’t love this doctor or I’d leave now.
Something that happened during my CT Scan…. because I’m me….so, I had to get an IV, which doesn’t bother me, the woman working with me hooked it up to a type of pump made of glass and metal, the thin tube that’s probably 20 feet long but is super curly goes into my arm and if you’ve ever had a CT scan then you know that the contrast makes you feel like you’ve peed. No, really. So I didn’t get that feeling and pretty soon the tech comes in and checks to see if my vein has blown because they’re getting a message about pressure which means blown vein. I get those all the time with IV’s and knew that I hadn’t had one. She pushes on the IV on my arm and suddenly I feel like I peed so I said “ it’s working now” and then…. The glass pump thing and the plastic tube EXPLODE! All over! We both screamed, because shrapnel will do that too you, we’re dripping in contrast fluid. She freaks out. I’m freaking out. She calls several people in and everyone agrees that this has never happened before, ever, and we start picking out glass and the contrast starts to harden on me, my face, my dress, like little bb’s. I was a mess. Bonus, never warn this cute dress before, never warn the shoes before. Ruined. Cluster fuck. They are all nervous, swearing it’s never happened before, so I tell them that I know it hasn’t, but it IS something that would happen to me….. The zebra, not the horse. Ah, I just love being so special :-)
Thanks for pics! Sorry about the weather, we had the same. Good to see your face.
Me
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