Today can bite me
Okay let me ask you if you saw a story with a graphic violence warning and tagged medical torture and serial killers in a fandom where you know the serial killer dissected people (and saw the prompt of Martin nearly killed Malcolm and that’s how he was caught) wouldn’t you assume it contained gore? The first comment to my story was some anonymous one (and that reminds me a) can I turn off anon comments in AO3 and b) it seems to have a built in anon complaint bot feature or maybe that’s just something you can do by hand….) yelling at me for not properly tagging it for gore. My response was well sure I can do that but did you not see the above tags? It’s actually bugging the fuck out of me because if I hadn’t tagged it, I could see this but what exactly did you think graphic violence and medical torture meant? Some kind of BDSM thing? (I would have tagged it medical kink in that case) They recontacted me because I hadn’t tagged it exactly as they wanted it tagged and at that point I just deleted their complaints. Added the tags because why not but I’m like okay enough with you already.
So I went from that vaguely pissed off to opening a letter from Holzer to tell me they’ve tried to make an appointment with the allergist but can’t get hold of me. I look at both phones and find a) they never called either one b) landline is a dead doornail again.
I call them and explain to them no you didn’t try because my phones LOG all attempted calls and for that matter my endocrinologist never tried to set up an appointment either. She swears she can’t find any record I’m supposed to be back. I am. Every 3 months. I said forget it, I’ll deal with that another day (because I have to deal with the phone) I do set up an appointment and she’s like oh btw this can take 3 hours. Change my appointment to my day off because I can’t be there 3 hours in the morning.
Chat with Frontier who once again is like can you be there 8-530. Um NO, who the fuck CAN be there all day? I said you don’t need me to check the outside of this house because this is the 1001th time this had happened since you took over my service. Send him outside on his own and then if it has to be an inside appointment call me a different time and set up a time that is not all fucking day. In theory he’ll be outside tomorrow. Eye rolls.
And then yesterday I had to put in student attendance so several students in the online class that I said weren’t attending were quick to tell me yes we are. We just didn’t know anything was due yet. So all those emails I sent….
I had another weird ream - I had a room in a very old home. At first that’s what I thought, that it was my house, my bedroom but then my brother and his lady friend (sort of looked like a friend from school) are there. I can’t find my clothes. I want shorts but can’t find them and then an Italian mobster looking guy with a Luger pistol shows up to threaten me for some reason. I’m super impressed as I draw my own pistol and take his away and kick his ass down the stairs literally. Now I’m back on the clothing hunt, my says he’s put my clothes in drawer 5 so I’m tearing through my drawers and closets. I see shirts but no shorts and that’s what I want (even though I’m topless btw). Finally he says no Dana it’s now drawer five it’s room 5. I go into the hall (holding a pillow over my chest even though there are shirts everywhere). I look for room 3 or 5 and I can’t find it. He and his friend who owns the building which is no longer my house but an old hotel helps me. I go into room three which has the old fashioned cast iron beds in it and my brother and her are laughing at me because I still don’t have the right room. Finally the right room was an old woman’s room and my clothes are mixed in with hers. Btw she has recently died but her room is both neat but feels me with sadness because she was stuck living in an old hotel (though so apparently am I) However it opens into the garden and a pool on either side, one pool being private and the other public. My brother’s friend wants to know do I want to live here and starts showing me the old woman’s left over stuff. There is a bag of bug eggs of some invasive beetle but it’s safe because they’re dead. I’m like no, there’s one there on the woodwork leading to the garden. As I point to it I see yellow dots on my arm: bug eggs. I was upset and my brother’s friend was a bit panicky. She tries to help me get these off me and then sees something on my side. I’m like no leave that be, it’s a keratosis (a thickened bit of keratin a skin protein that happens often with age. I do not have any). She pulls on it anyhow and right below it is another growth, two of them in fact that I’m like no, leave those be. I pull of them off. They’re like warty cauliflower-like skin toned and warm hunks of flesh. I know they’re some kind of infection. That’s when I wake up.
So I went from that vaguely pissed off to opening a letter from Holzer to tell me they’ve tried to make an appointment with the allergist but can’t get hold of me. I look at both phones and find a) they never called either one b) landline is a dead doornail again.
I call them and explain to them no you didn’t try because my phones LOG all attempted calls and for that matter my endocrinologist never tried to set up an appointment either. She swears she can’t find any record I’m supposed to be back. I am. Every 3 months. I said forget it, I’ll deal with that another day (because I have to deal with the phone) I do set up an appointment and she’s like oh btw this can take 3 hours. Change my appointment to my day off because I can’t be there 3 hours in the morning.
Chat with Frontier who once again is like can you be there 8-530. Um NO, who the fuck CAN be there all day? I said you don’t need me to check the outside of this house because this is the 1001th time this had happened since you took over my service. Send him outside on his own and then if it has to be an inside appointment call me a different time and set up a time that is not all fucking day. In theory he’ll be outside tomorrow. Eye rolls.
And then yesterday I had to put in student attendance so several students in the online class that I said weren’t attending were quick to tell me yes we are. We just didn’t know anything was due yet. So all those emails I sent….
I had another weird ream - I had a room in a very old home. At first that’s what I thought, that it was my house, my bedroom but then my brother and his lady friend (sort of looked like a friend from school) are there. I can’t find my clothes. I want shorts but can’t find them and then an Italian mobster looking guy with a Luger pistol shows up to threaten me for some reason. I’m super impressed as I draw my own pistol and take his away and kick his ass down the stairs literally. Now I’m back on the clothing hunt, my says he’s put my clothes in drawer 5 so I’m tearing through my drawers and closets. I see shirts but no shorts and that’s what I want (even though I’m topless btw). Finally he says no Dana it’s now drawer five it’s room 5. I go into the hall (holding a pillow over my chest even though there are shirts everywhere). I look for room 3 or 5 and I can’t find it. He and his friend who owns the building which is no longer my house but an old hotel helps me. I go into room three which has the old fashioned cast iron beds in it and my brother and her are laughing at me because I still don’t have the right room. Finally the right room was an old woman’s room and my clothes are mixed in with hers. Btw she has recently died but her room is both neat but feels me with sadness because she was stuck living in an old hotel (though so apparently am I) However it opens into the garden and a pool on either side, one pool being private and the other public. My brother’s friend wants to know do I want to live here and starts showing me the old woman’s left over stuff. There is a bag of bug eggs of some invasive beetle but it’s safe because they’re dead. I’m like no, there’s one there on the woodwork leading to the garden. As I point to it I see yellow dots on my arm: bug eggs. I was upset and my brother’s friend was a bit panicky. She tries to help me get these off me and then sees something on my side. I’m like no leave that be, it’s a keratosis (a thickened bit of keratin a skin protein that happens often with age. I do not have any). She pulls on it anyhow and right below it is another growth, two of them in fact that I’m like no, leave those be. I pull of them off. They’re like warty cauliflower-like skin toned and warm hunks of flesh. I know they’re some kind of infection. That’s when I wake up.