I'll have to change my appointment with the doc, cause it seems I'm undead.

[dolari]

WEDNESDAY

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I got jabbed in the arms and hands TWELVE TIMES trying to get blood out of my body, but it just wasn't gonna happen. Aftre thirty minutes the nurse looked at me and said "Would you mind coming back when you have some blood?"

Dropped the truck off for it's final repairs, and walked home...and drew like crazy.

THURSDAY

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I'm no spring chicken. I keep thinking I'm 18, not 28. I keep thinking I'm 175, not 275. I keep windering why the hell I forget it's July. My truck was ready WAY earlier than I expected it to be, so instead of having Dean's car to at least GET to the truck, I had another two mile walk waiting for me.

But wait!

You have a bike! It's only two miles, you can do it!

Now, a year ago around this time, you can read about another Bike Adventure Jenn had, where she nearly died of heatstroke a few scant miles from her friend's house. Determined not to let that happen again, I chilled a bottle of water.

Right, like that was gonna help.

I left the house, only to find the bike was VERY flat, and made the first half mile or so feel like I was driving through mush. After a quick fill up, the rest of the trip was exhausting, but I made it. Shelled out another $800 to get my truck from the shop and went home, took two showers (which didn't seem to "take") a pint of chocolate icecream, a freezing house and near nakedness just to cool off form thirty minutes on a bike in the sun.

I need to get back into shape.

FRIDAY

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THEY KEEP COMING AND COMING! My god, there wasn't a break from the calls! Not a one. And not only that, they were all grumpy people who had sat in the call queue for an hour and a half, and were IN THE WRONG QUEUE. THEY JUST KEPT SCREAMING AND COMPLAINING AND SIGHING AND...AND....

::collapses::

Comments

[katrus.livejournal.com]

As a fellow call-center drone, I sympathize with the latter.

One thing I have never understood is when someone says, "You're the fifth person I've spoken to tonight!" It happened last night, and I cheerily said, "I'm going to be putting you through to customer service, and they'll be the sixth person you'll be speaking to tonight." I was told my sarcasm wasn't appreciated. I was just stating a fact, after all.

Escalation happens.

yesterday was horrible day of misery for everyone

[(Anonymous)]

everyone and their dog had a horrible terrible rotten no good very bad day. I think it's something in the air.

hope today's better.

Aubrey

[zaecus.livejournal.com]

If the nurse was actually hitting blood vessels and not getting anything, there's no way they would have let you walk out of that office without, at least, major drugs.

I hate it when nurses screw up and blame the patient.

[(Anonymous)]

IVs are expensive -- probably a gallon or two of Gatorade would do the trick.


SL

[jenndolari.livejournal.com]

Actually, they would: I'm taking 300mg of Spiranolactone, a heavy heavy heavy diuretic. I quite literally wake up everymorning with every ounce of water in my system in my bladder.

I just didn't drink enough water that day. Actually, worse, I drank a lot and STILL Wasn't "hydrated" enough.