Ok, so last week I mentioned that I had a crap load of blood drawn through 4 veins in my arms (I clot really fast… and the idiot drawing my blood kept pushing the needle through the vein).
So I’ve had these ginormous hiddeous bruises.
They’ve gone green now But they finally managed to shrink in size.
Reaveling
TRACKMARKS!
If my job is going to make me start looking like a heroin addict can I at least get the whole thin emanciated look dealie thrown in too! AAARRG
I really really fucking hate my job sometimes. Now I’ve got to wait for up to 6 weeks for the results of my blood tests to come back so I can find out if I contracted anything… which won’t matter because I don’t think ANY of the drug regimes that are part of the treatment course are covered by the fucking health insurance.
Oh well, I get free HIV, Hep, Herpes B, and HTLV tests… that’s a befinit right?!
Oh well, at least as the weather nears 100 outside I can remind myself of one good thing:
My job is a 1000 times better than those 4 girls who are animal handlers. Nothing like a nice 8 hrs mucking out the damp monkeys then heading out on a date.
Your health insurance wouldn’t cover treatment for a condition contracted at work? That seems very very wrong, especially considering the relative high-risk work that you do.
As for the monkey-muckers, you’re damn straight. I did animal care (rodents, rabbits and dogs–not monkeys) here when I first started out and that job was foul and completely underappreciated. Nothing like a seventy pound hound dog alternating between humping your leg and pissing on it to brighten up your day…ick. You couldn’t pay me enough to do that again, and I can only imagine the monkeys are worse–what with the feces-flinging tendancies and all. Poor girls.
The last time I had health insurance, my then Primary Care Physician was doing a “skin check” (for cancer, I suppose). When she came to my elbows she gave me a sharp look and said, “Tell me you give blood often.”
I said, “Uh? Yeah, I do. Every time I’m eligible.”
That was the end of the conversation. It wasn’t until later that afternoon, when I removed the bandage, that I realized why she’d asked that question.
That would depend on quite a large number of things.
Several of them involving the stack of paperwork I had to sign when I started work here.
Also how closely tied the foundation is to the political machinery in city, county and state.
It wouldn’t suprise me to find that the foundation carries supplemental insurance to cover drug costs related to exposure related to work accidents.
I suppose there is a bright side to this, a waitress at a bar I semifrequent’s mouth actually dropped open when I mentioned I was a virologist… in a GOOD way she wants to go into the same field. Then I think my mouth dropped open.
Anyhoo today has been just an example of why I believe God slipped on the plunger he was pleasuring himself with (as in the old med student story) while he was creating the world.
2 brownout at work… Alarms going off everywhere the AC shuts down but the fans keep going (yay sticky monkey smell) heading into the lab to disconnect sensitive equipment from the wall sockets, testing our emergancy circut, grabbing all the dry ice I could carry…
I’m hot, sweaty, sticky and have had a shitty day.
It’s 95 out and I’m wearing jeans and spent most of the day in elbow length impermiable gloves.
I’m sorry you’ve had a shitty couple of days, CRorex. We all love reading your funny work posts, but I know I’d go without if it meant you could catch a break and have to put up with less crap. Monkey or otherwise.
But they finally managed to shrink in size.
