I feel a little bit violent right now.
I do not think someone who does not own a cervix has any business making such assertions.
Uterine biopsy.
I know this kid’s f’ing mom sucks in many ways and should not be as mad as I am because I should not be surprised, but jfc.
I have my boss’ great-niece for the week while she’s on vacation. Long story as to why that’s a thing, but the very short version is that she has kind of a tumultuous life, I’ve helped look after her for a few years now, and I currently function as a sort of “safe adult not otherwise specified” in her life. She usually stays here when her aunt (who has custody) goes on vacations.
It’s been a LONG week for reasons that are nobody’s fault (like the kid got stomach flu and a co-worker who lives just far enough away to be a pain in the butt had her ride fail to show and needed a ride home twice this week and my dogs are out of sorts and misbehaving… stuff like that) and much as I adore this kid, I’m ready to pass her back over.
The plan was that her mom was supposed to pick her up from my work around 3. Which… I know better than to expect her at 3 exactly. I figured 3:45, maybe 4… or 5… or 6. I sent her a text at about 4 asking what her plans were and got no response. Have tried a few more times since with the same results. Asked the kid if that was the right/current number and she shrugged and said “she’ll show up eventually.”
Welp. Just past 9 now. I’m not really sure when or if I can call it a night and decide she’s just not coming. I’m dead on my feet and still have to get up at 5 and work all day tomorrow (the busiest day of the week)… and then go to a friend’s birthday party (something that requires way more social battery than I currently have available, but it’s important to him, so… of course I’ll go). So I’d really like to be headed for bed now.
And that’s just my irritation about my own inconvenience. I’m PISSED about the fact that this woman can’t be bothered do the absolute bare minimum for her own child. Who, by the way, is old enough to be well aware of what’s going on and all the implications of it. She’s used to it and she shouldn’t have to be. She should have a mom who misses her like hell after weeks or months apart and can’t wait to get to spend a weekend together.
Anyway. I texted my boss (her aunt) around 8:45 to ask if she had any idea what was going on. Just heard back from her that she’ll pick the kid up herself on Sunday. At least that means both of us can go to bed without having to worry about someone rocking up at 11:30 PM or whatever to pick her up.
is that the girl that lived with you for a while?
Different kid… although they’re the same age! I used to babysit for this one and her siblings when they all (along with mom) lived with her aunt/my boss. The siblings are in foster care now and the mom lives somewhere else. She stays over all the time, but has never actually lived here.
The one who used to live with me is now just a friend and co-worker, we have better boundaries, and we’re much happier that way. And, while neither one of us is free of our own issues, she would never pull something like this. She adores her daughter.
Yep. It doesn’t last long, but it makes up for it in sheer pain. I learned the true meaning of “seeing stars.”
Two days past the original pick up date? And only telling you 6 hours after she was supposed to pick up? I think you are entitled to a bit more than a mini rant.
Poor kid. The aunt who supposedly is the best choice for custody is a fuck up. Makes one wonder about the rest of the family. You are a saint.
Edit: I see now that the mom was supposed to pick up, not the aunt.
My wife and I celebrate the Jewish holiday of Sukkot by building a sukkah (temporary hut) on our back deck. Two years ago I designed and built a new one using 3/4-inch conduit and clever connectors from an outfit called Maker Pipe. This is our third year using it and, frankly I was quite proud of myself for figuring out an effective, convenient, and lightweight design that stores compactly for the other 50 weeks of the year.
So I’m quite annoyed and a bit depressed because this afternoon some high winds came up and collapsed the sukkah. We only had time before Shabbat dinner to take down some of the lights and make sure it was more or less stable in its present state. We’ll continue disassembling it and fully assess the damage tomorrow. Which was when I planned to take it down anyway. 
I could have taken steps to make it a little more safe against high winds, but I guess I didn’t notice how strong they had gotten, and thought it would hold up for another few hours.
The worst case is that I’ll have to replace a few parts that will cost a few bucks. But it was something I made that I was really pleased with, and its falling apart has hit me harder than I would have expected. At the same time, I feel stupid feeling this way, in light of the much more serious things going on in the world.
I have an app (along with an account) for the local hospital system, because it’s basically the easiest way for handling appointments at the hospital (mammogram) and also getting lab results (colonoscopy) and vaccine appointments (Covid).
My doctor’s office*, who is associated with this hospital, has some other system as well. After the most recent Pap smear, I got an email from the doctor. To see the results I have to have a cell phone and I have to use Edge.
I have Apple products for a reason. I don’t want Edge on my computer/phone/tablet.
Grumble.
Got the email earlier this week, but I keep forgetting about it. I think there’s another email I need to do something special with, but can’t remember what it was. Too much virtual paperwork for a Saturday, aka, not work-related virtual paperwork.
And since September 1st, there’s a new Data Protection Act in place here in Switzerland. So when I went to the doctor I had to fill out another form which allows them to share my medical information with the hospital system. And I also had to give approval for the hospital system app. Would be nice if I tell one medical system that they can share my information, that the system that they share information with would automtically get the same approval.
“*” Every doctor at the practice is also associated with the hospital, or whatever the right term is. (privileges?)
I pit hypnagogic jerks (don’t we have a user @Hypnagogic_Jerk ? Not them). I know I can’t take hydrocodone for pain because I get them in spades. Now I’m getting them from oxycodone. So far in 2 nights I’ve had 6 or so, dream induced,all including falling (go figure). Once last night I dreamt I was mountain biking and hit a wet root and crashed. Just about fell out of my recliner which has 8" arms. No bueno when the tendons for some of the biggest muscles in your body are being held on with catgut.
Plus, the nerve block wore off this morning. Shoot me now.
Yeah, and the reason why the mom doesn’t have custody is pretty clear.
I mean, it has spiritual significance to you, I’m not surprised you’re upset. You’re allowed to feel upset. About anything. It’s the mini-rants way!
Back when my husband was in graduate school his advisor invited us over every year for Sukkot. I think it’s a cool tradition.
Thanks very much for your kind words.
I’ve just finished taking it all down and putting it away for the year, and the good news is that the actual damage to hardware is minimal: only two pieces. And I have some ideas for how to prevent a repeat next year.
So I’m feeling better. (Not that I was going through serious emotional turmoil, or anything.)
They are both darn painful, but i wasn’t expecting the pain from the cervical biopsy so I’ll mark that one as possibly worse. Levitation ensued.
I used to know a woman who said she had kicked her gynecologist in the face once when he wasn’t careful enough to suit her.
FWIW, I’ve been told by women who have had cervical biopsies that the numbing is in itself extremely painful. You can’t win either way, I guess.
Same.
Not being in possession of the pertinent body parts, I would use the gynecological cervical brush as a mustache grooming aid. It seems about the right size. 
My rant: I have to go grocery shopping again tomorrow. In my ravings in another thread about my new air fryer, I referred to buying “big boxes” of frozen chicken wings. This was correct – the boxes are big. Inside, however, half the space is occupied by a plastic bag containing chicken wings, and the other half is occupied by air. The packaging is apparently a ploy to make you think that the high price is associated with getting a lot of product. It’s actually associated with getting a lot of box.
It’s incredible how fast I can go through it all. This time I’m buying two or three boxes, which no way would fit into my overcrowded freezer, but the boxes are going into the recycling bin and the actual chicken wings will fit in the freezer just fine.
A win on the surgery/recovery front: first poopage since Friday!!! Thank you, Miralax!