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Work meanderings and other stuff
Dec. 9th, 2008 08:27 pmI think that I have figured out why there aren't really any work tales here. Usually my LJ/blog is filled with tales from the triumphant to the stupid (er, usually more of the stupid than anything else) as well as the usual fannish stuff, medical stuff and knitting.
( Cut for boringness )
This morning I received the letter from my new rheumy with my appointment. It is first thing in the morning on the day that the cats get spayed. I'm starting to suspect that this could be a complicated day.
There was also a message on my answer phone asking me to call my doctor's office. I'm seeing her next week anyway, so I'm not sure why that message is there. If anything has shown up in my bloodwork, surely she'd wait until next week? Nothing can be that serious. Oh, well, I'll call her and she can bill the government for the five minutes it takes her to tell me that my bloodwork is fine. Ho hum.
My parents arrive on Monday. I've kept the house tidy and clean, but I suspect that I'll be having a cleaning frenzy anyway. The insane part of me wants to prove that I can cope perfectly on my own.
The sensible part of me knows that all I'll achieve is lots of back pain from overdoing things, but how often do I listen to the sensible part of me?
I bought lots of sparkly decorations for the tree we will be buying when they get here. Miss Kate Crow has already decided that she likes sparkly. How is she going to cope with shiny, sparkly and lit-up?
( Cut for boringness )
This morning I received the letter from my new rheumy with my appointment. It is first thing in the morning on the day that the cats get spayed. I'm starting to suspect that this could be a complicated day.
There was also a message on my answer phone asking me to call my doctor's office. I'm seeing her next week anyway, so I'm not sure why that message is there. If anything has shown up in my bloodwork, surely she'd wait until next week? Nothing can be that serious. Oh, well, I'll call her and she can bill the government for the five minutes it takes her to tell me that my bloodwork is fine. Ho hum.
My parents arrive on Monday. I've kept the house tidy and clean, but I suspect that I'll be having a cleaning frenzy anyway. The insane part of me wants to prove that I can cope perfectly on my own.
The sensible part of me knows that all I'll achieve is lots of back pain from overdoing things, but how often do I listen to the sensible part of me?
I bought lots of sparkly decorations for the tree we will be buying when they get here. Miss Kate Crow has already decided that she likes sparkly. How is she going to cope with shiny, sparkly and lit-up?
