June 19th, 2003

Nescafe rabbit

"Let's say for a moment that I am tab A..."

Discussion of the Instead feminine alternate for tampons. Michelly's friend Leah swears by them. I may have to find and try.
Collapse ) Apparently CVS and Walgreens sell them.

In any case, in the discussion it became imperative that we discuss the orientation of female vulvar anatomy. And the following conversation took place.
Jefe: You have spare uteri in the kitchen?
Me: No, but I have sandwich bags!
I then proceeded to grab a sandwich bag, say "Imagine this is slot B" - the term we were using for our generic female partner - and then bite a hole in it. By this time we were on the floor, falling over with laughter.

Does anyone know about/have used them, besides Leah? They look interesting.
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Nescafe rabbit

Paint by numbers.

Woke up. Couldn't find a godsdamned thing. Had to come back in three fucking times. Wallet. White coat. Minidiscs. Cyst removal scheduled at 0800 that I wanted to be there for.
Left at 0710, arrived in Lagrange at 0820. The day was off to a late start, so I got to see it anyway.
Spent the rest of the day more or less trying to catch up. Which meant I got to watch a lot (except the women who didn't want an observer on their paps) but not do anything. Except that Dr. B remembered I need to do venipunctures, and let me try another two today. First one went better - I think I hit the vein, then shot through it trying to put the vial on the needle. Next one, I got a vial of blood, and didn't damage the vein until I had to change vials.

Also got assigned to do ear irrigation. Largely without success; Dr. B had to peel the giant chunk of wax out with a stick.

Also got sent down to get a history from the mumbling patient, since the nurses couldn't.

Also felt much like an accessory all day, and I'm not sure whether my stomach is rebelling over stress or the Mexican we ordered for lunch.

Also found Curves Kendalville - but had forgotten my stuff.

Mike and Erica are late. It appears that we will not be able to go get the screen we wanted for the screen door from Menards, as it closes at 9 PM. Another night of ladybugs and insects getting into the house because the air conditioning died on us two days ago, and we don't know how to go about making sure that the warranty conditions are properly fulfilled to make it so that we're only responsible for the $50 deductible to fix it, and the warranty people won't get back to us.
Also causes consternation because I am starving, and I don't want to make dinner without them.

Gods, I feel like such a fucking drama queen. I'm feeling slighted and unloved because I was a bitch and everyone seems to assume it was unwarranted. Nobody worries about me or tries to comfort me. It's all about cheering Angel up, and "do you want to get it out" and "aww, you poor baby". So frustrating when I don't even get a word. Do you really think I'm that irrationally one-sided?

They're here. I'll go into what happened to cause the above rant later, as now I need to be social.
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