Yup. “This is one for the History books!”
Clue: They’re all ‘one for the history books’
I’m getting really annoyed with the fertility clinic here. They ALWAYS suck at returning calls, but it’s even worse if you aren’t in active treatment.
I called them this morning because I’m worried about an ectopic and requested another beta, but they never called me back. They’re closed on the weekend so now I won’t hear anything until Monday. Guess I, what, wait for horrible pain and head to the ER? ffs. Idiots.
Oh hon. I’m so sorry. Go to the ER as soon as humanly possible. An ectopic is a definite medical emergency! Please don’t mess around with your health.
Picked up the Eldest’s junior class schedule today, and it is totally FUBARED. Her advisor last year told her there would be NO conflict in taking trade school nursing classes AND choir. When I picked up the schedule, she had morning trade classes and NO CHOIR. Nor is there, apparently any way to fix it so that she can take the trade school in the afternoon. Arbitrarily and without even a phone call to us, they switched her to ART, which she absolutely hates. Now she has to choose which she wants more. She wanted early exposure to the nursing program, but, to her, dropping choir is like giving up air.
I actually received notice about this shortly before I went to the school from the choir director, but had to not mention that fact to prevent his being called on the carpet. The only reason I can figure that they would even be upset about that is because they knew what they were doing and hoped we would just roll over and take it. TOO BAD.
Oh, great. Another woo-woo follower. :rolleyes: Next you’ll be telling me she’s recommending homeopathic treatments for his aura.
(Thanks, though. Tell her thanks, too - little kids have good juju for that sort of thing.)
Obligatory SMBC link (today’s actually).
These last 24 hours have been full of the sux.
When I was trying to leave work last night, there was a storm moving in. Despite the fact that we have monsoon storms every summer, people can’t seem to learn how to drive when there is water on the road. I got stuck in traffic due to an accident. Rain pounding, lightning happening, a wonderful storm that I would have enjoyed, except I had things to do.
I finally managed to get to the hospital where Tony was…but he had been moved to the jail ward. Of course nobody bothered to tell me.
When I finally got home, I saw that I hadn’t properly latched the storm door and the storm had blown the door so hard that it had ripped the piston (closer thingy?) out of the wood and was banging against the house.
Of course my cats were freaked out and yammering and running around (except for the one who was hiding under the bed).
OK, food always helps calm paniced cats so I went to the kitchen and learned that the yearly ant invasion was happening. Great.
And a moth flittered through the kitty door to their outside room…so they all had to bounce off the walls while protecting me…at 0dark30.
Like mother, like daughter?
I’m not far along enough yet to worry about an ectopic rupturing, but I do need to get in for a blood test ASAP. If they don’t call me back today, I may march right in to their office this afternoon and raise hell. I’m really pissed off about this (and normally I’m pretty laid back).
EmAnJ - if anyone ever had reason to be pissed off and raising hell, its you! Go down there, and make sure they treat you right. So sorry you’re going through this (again) 
I’m not even going to start on what I’d like to do to people who spit their gum into water fountains…ARRRGH!
(No, I’m not actually a violent person. 
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Dearest husband,
Remember the Peanuts thing with Lucy and Charlie Brown and the football? Well my love, you are Charlie Brown, Giant Hospital Corporation is Lucy, and your career with them is that football. Again, and again, and yet again.
And here we go… again. If they make you an offer and you accept it and continue to work for them, I DO NOT want to hear a peep out of you when things go south and you feel used and walked on. Again.
I don’t rust them, and I. Have. Had it.
Irritatedly,
me
And surely it should be “a historic” not “an historic” anyway!
(well, it is the way I say it) 
Considering that your ulterior motive is to keep him from dying on top of a clock tower, I wouldn’t call that “disloyal” at all.
I ride a motorcycle. I wear a helmet every time I ride. I really like that feeling of knowing that if I’m in an accident, by brains are that much less likely to be reduced to the appearance and consistency of scrambled eggs.
We don’t have helmet laws in this state, though, so many, many riders around here don’t avail themselves of this option. While I think this is foolish, I understand that adults get to make their own decisions when balancing safety versus style, (wo)manliness, and the exhilarating feeling of gravel and bugs blowing into your face at highway speeds.
However, there’s no excuse for what I saw this morning: Guy riding some big-ass bike with a kid (maybe 12 years old) behind him on the passenger seat. No helmet on the boy, no back rest to help him keep his seat, just holding on with his arms around the driver’s waist. The boy *did *have safety glasses on, so - assuming the irresponsible adult doesn’t get them *both *killed - at least he won’t get dust in his eyes.
Like I said, I understand that adults get to make their own choices, even stupid choices. But you shouldn’t be allowed to make stupid choices for a kid too young to understand just *how *stupid you’re making him be.
“An historic” is what they say here in Canada on the CBC all the time, sometimes even pronouncing the “h” in “historic”! I say, you don’t use “an” in front of “history”, e.g. “an history book”, so why in front of “historic”? I’ve never heard that said in Canada outside of the CBC.
Also, most people on CBC Radio pronounce schedule as “shedule”, the British way, when most ordinary Canadians pronounce it “skedule.”
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I wear my helmet because it pisses me off when I read in the paper that someone was run over by an impaired driver, smeared all over the road and then run over by 3 other cars…but the end of the report seems to suggest that the biker could have surived if only he or she was wearing a helmet.
Fuck that shit. When I go down, I want the newspaper to say something like “she was wearing a helmet, but couldn’t survive meeting the crackhead in the semi-truck.”
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That sort of thing just pisses me off. Out here, animals must be restrained when in the back of a truck, but not people. insert all the bad words I say when I see dogs restrained and kids in the back of a pick-up going 80 on the highway
Oh geeze…you got me so upset that I forgot my rant.
Oh, yeah…its about time zones again. Bill is here and asleep. I’m not ready to sleep…hence me posting here…but I know that he’s going to be up before dawn and making coffee and breakfast and smiling at me. He’s such a butthead.
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That sort of thing just pisses me off. Out here, animals must be restrained when in the back of a truck, but not people. insert all the bad words I say when I see dogs restrained and kids in the back of a pick-up going 80 on the highway
Oh geeze…you got me so upset that I forgot my rant.
Oh, yeah…its about time zones again. Bill is here and asleep. I’m not ready to sleep…hence me posting here…but I know that he’s going to be up before dawn and making coffee and breakfast and smiling at me. He’s such a butthead.[/QUOTE]
flatlined, please remind Bill that the chances of his surviving until nightfall are greatly improved by waking you the best way possible
<wink, wink>
AHHH, my frigging legs! I get the occasional bout of restless legs, and they’re jumping like frogs tonight. I hate that.
Are the mods all on vacation tonight? We’ve got a nonsense thread that while fun is something that usually gets mercy-killed pretty quickly, and an IMHO thread that’s full of personal insults. It’s a free-for-all, guys! Get yer rule-breaking on! 
I’m tired of my boobs hurting. I went to my six week post-partum checkup, and the doc confirmed that I have mastitis in both breasts. I’m exclusively pumping since my little guy has latch issues (two steps forward, one step back: the day before yesterday, he latched and nursed 5 times in a row, then went straight back to screaming at the sight of my breasts yesterday). I know I need to pump at least eight times a day, but with my husband gone 12 hours a day for his stupid shitty job (a rant for another day), it’s really hard. Damnit, I’d just like to be able to feed my kid.