So yesterday's the last day of work at my old job.  Day before, as I already wrote, I had that CT/PET scan. So first thing I did when I went into work was to look up my medical record to see what the results were.  "Total fusion levels 4/5, 5/6 and 6/7.  No malunion.  All hardware functional."  Whew!  Get through my last day, leave early, come home ( Read more... )

So I'm at work today (almost back to full time.  Whoo hoo), and I get a phone call.  It's from my neurosurgeon's office and goes something like this:  "Sue?  This is XXXX from Dr. XXXXX's office?  I know you have an appointment with us tomorrow, but we need to cancel it and schedule you for an urgent CT scan tomorrow.  You're scheduled for 12:30 ( Read more... )

It seems like I have one of these every other month, at least.  Well, it's better than when I was having them every other DAY...with my broadband working one day, totally out for two days, the techs never showing up, then five, seven, nine days without broadband, I'm going absolutely nutzo.  But then I finally get a GOOD tech who tells me that it's ( Read more... )

Oh I'm a valet parker
This is my valet vest
When you give me your car
I'll treat it the best
I will drive a thousand miles an hour round the block
And you'll..be...god...motherfucking shit.

Heh.  Greg rules.

The interview went pretty well, I think.  Didn't start off well at all.  I left with plenty of time to spare (thank GOD) because I know that the traffic was going to be horrid, and what happens but some asshole rearends me and then just leaves.  I'm pulled off to the side (not much damage, thank god) waiting for a cop.  And waiting.  And waiting.  ( Read more... )

Man, what a year it's been.  Between the pain, then the surgery, then the pain, still the pain, and the job (job? what job?) and the interviews and all the rest of that shit, man...it's been a year!  Maybe it'll get better, maybe it won't.  Who the fuck knows anymore?  Some good things did come out of it, though.  When I got pain, I also got ( Read more... )

Well, at least I got to speak to my boss today.  Turns out that I was second in the running behind the chick who's name was flipped up during my interviews. Said chick turned down the job.  I still didn't get it.  Why? I'm not political enough, even though I have good working relationships will all of the department heads in that hospital.  Man.  ( Read more... )

I ran out of prescription pain meds two fucking days ago, and called them three days before that.  Now, I"m not allowed to take anything but narcotics, as even asprin and advil are no nos.  So I'm stuck with prescription shit for my pain.  They were in surgery late for two days and so couldn't call it in, which meant I was in AGONY for three days ( Read more... )

I hate it when my own fucking company doesn't have the balls to call me and tell me that they've offered the position I went on four damn interviews for to someone else.  I hate that I knew who that someone was because her application and resume were both turned UP during two of those four interview processes.  I hate that I had to find out reading ( Read more... )

I love dogs.  Always have.  I don't think there was a time in my life that I didn't have at least one.  From the mix I had as a toddler to the Irish Terrier who lived to be twenty two (in people years!), to the canine love of my life, my shep/collie mix who I had to put down last year at the age of 20 (in people years) when she developed grassfire ( Read more... )