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Goddammit.
I called the doctor's office this morning because I still hadn't heard anything about my test results. She took down my number and I told her I would be at a concert between 10:30 and 11:30 am and wouldn't be able to answer my phone then. When does he call? 11:25. *headdesk* I was sitting right in front of the pianist (with my phone on silent but I could feel it vibrate) so there was no way I could answer or sneak out. Anyway he left me a message saying "Everything looks great, hope you're feeling good!" Aaargh! No, I'm not!
How can it look great when yesterday I couldn't even twirl spaghetti on my fork because my hands hurt too much? When I take two hour naps in the morning and another hour when I get back from work and still am exhausted. When it hurts to wash my hands if the water isn't hot enough. When I can't walk up a tiny hill without wheezing like an old woman. This is exactly like I was last time my thyroid was out of whack and now he tells me everything is normal?
I called again and he was out to lunch so I left a message saying I needed to talk to him. Haven't heard from him yet. *sighs*
And then my co-worker went to get herself a cup of coffee at 2:20 pm. At 3, when my hours are over, she wasn't back. At 3:15 I got rid off the last students and put a notice on the door and went home. It's fucking Friday, where did she get the idea I wanted to work longer on a fucking Friday? Not like I'm getting paid extra for it. Plus, c'mon, an hour to fetch a cup of coffee next door? Fuck that shit. (If she thought I was going to stay longer because I went to the concert, fuck that too. The boss invited all students and staff to go and nowhere did it say anyone had to work extra if they took the offer. You betcha if she'd gone she wouldn't have worked a minute longer. Plus I never took any lunch all last week because she was off work and I couldn't get away. I'm so damn tired of her being away all the time but if I have to go five minutes early it's like I'm a big flake. Whatever. *rolls eyes*)
Yes, I'm in a bad mood. Even though the concert was wonderful. (It's like educational where they talk about different eras and composers and how they changed music etc. and then they played a few pieces. So much fun.) He graduated from Juilliard a couple of years ago and is just amazing. (And the part where they played four hand, all squished together side-by-side wasn't bad either. *g*)
I called the doctor's office this morning because I still hadn't heard anything about my test results. She took down my number and I told her I would be at a concert between 10:30 and 11:30 am and wouldn't be able to answer my phone then. When does he call? 11:25. *headdesk* I was sitting right in front of the pianist (with my phone on silent but I could feel it vibrate) so there was no way I could answer or sneak out. Anyway he left me a message saying "Everything looks great, hope you're feeling good!" Aaargh! No, I'm not!
How can it look great when yesterday I couldn't even twirl spaghetti on my fork because my hands hurt too much? When I take two hour naps in the morning and another hour when I get back from work and still am exhausted. When it hurts to wash my hands if the water isn't hot enough. When I can't walk up a tiny hill without wheezing like an old woman. This is exactly like I was last time my thyroid was out of whack and now he tells me everything is normal?
I called again and he was out to lunch so I left a message saying I needed to talk to him. Haven't heard from him yet. *sighs*
And then my co-worker went to get herself a cup of coffee at 2:20 pm. At 3, when my hours are over, she wasn't back. At 3:15 I got rid off the last students and put a notice on the door and went home. It's fucking Friday, where did she get the idea I wanted to work longer on a fucking Friday? Not like I'm getting paid extra for it. Plus, c'mon, an hour to fetch a cup of coffee next door? Fuck that shit. (If she thought I was going to stay longer because I went to the concert, fuck that too. The boss invited all students and staff to go and nowhere did it say anyone had to work extra if they took the offer. You betcha if she'd gone she wouldn't have worked a minute longer. Plus I never took any lunch all last week because she was off work and I couldn't get away. I'm so damn tired of her being away all the time but if I have to go five minutes early it's like I'm a big flake. Whatever. *rolls eyes*)
Yes, I'm in a bad mood. Even though the concert was wonderful. (It's like educational where they talk about different eras and composers and how they changed music etc. and then they played a few pieces. So much fun.) He graduated from Juilliard a couple of years ago and is just amazing. (And the part where they played four hand, all squished together side-by-side wasn't bad either. *g*)