a treasure chest of lust and mortal sin

today was not the best day ... started with me rolling out of bed already late for a doctor's appointment. Spent two hours at the office, had my magazine stolen from me in the waiting room, and got poked for blood repeatedly and the motherfuckers couldn't hit a fucking vein. I could feel the vein. I could SEE the vein. But apparently they don't teach anatomy at whatever physician's assistant course these dumb bitches went to. so both my arms have needle marks, but i still have a full blood supply and have to go back tuesday when they (supposedly) have a phlebotomist there.
After that two-hour ordeal, i dropped off my prescriptions, changed into scrubs and went to work. I'll ignore the details and just say work was baaad. Crazy people are so draining ...
But, on the plus side, i watched a baby kitty be born. Totally precious. A little jet black kitten from a snow-white mom. As Michael so tactfully put it, "white kitty got some black meat." Which is utterly wrong, but it made me laugh when I could barely smile.
I was also working with the new girl, who is very smart, but very new. So I'm teaching her everything she has to do, on top of trying to do my own work.
And I find out halfway through the shift that she has the flu.
If I end up with the flu from her, I'm not going to be happy.

By the end of the night, I had a huge headache worked up.

I went by TC after work ... Kelly was very sweet and gave me medicine, and Andy was very sweet and gave me tea. Michael was very sweet and came home with me.

and then stuff got better. Much better.

Charles made me look at these, and I'm a happier person for it ...
Foamy the squirrel!

I got yelled at by a pharmacy clerk today ... my insurance is doing something weird, so there's a problem with one of my prescriptions, and i was trying to get my test strips so i can, i dunno, control my fucking blood sugar. She gets all pissed off that i am asking for something that my insurance company says i already have, and i say fine whatever, point being i still need these things, and she gets all bent and starts yelling at me in Vietnamese.

So I get my medicine from the other girl there, ask for my paper prescriptions back so i can take them to another pharmacy since i am never ever going back there again, get the pharmacist's name, and leave. A few minutes later, i call the manager of the store and tell him (nicely) exactly why I'm never, ever, going back to that store again.

I hate doing that. I'm not out to get anyone in trouble. But she was not nice at all.

I'll probably just take my prescriptions to the Walgreen's by my house, they're always really sweet to me. I have no problem with the company, just that one. I didn't lose my temper in there, and I'm proud of myself for that. I get pissy sometimes ... open my mouth and get myself into trouble.

Actually, doing some research, there are other pharmacy chains near my house, and transferring prescriptions won't be that hard. Maybe I will hold to my statement of "I will not be returning to one of these stores again."

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On top of everything else, I've got a UTI (so says my doctor, after reading my urinalysis) and i'm on antibiotics ... i hate antibiotics ... make my tummy all rumbly and pukey.

I'm surprised I had a UTI and didn't notice. I get them every now and then, and they hurt. Maybe a different pathogen or something.

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Off to see Michael at work, in a few. Yay for discounted chinese food ...

Then I go to my work ... 12 hours of animalness, and trying to find kittens for Nico.