This week was rockin', and next week will be rollin'...
It has been many days since I've updated. I have been a very busy Pooh bear. While the Starship is still waiting on the verdict from Joint Commission, the Behavioral Health Department did stunningly, which is quite unexpected. According to rumors, we didn't do too well for the past two years, though none of my crew was hired yet, so maybe we did do some good.
Though since one of my psychiatrists quit on Monday evening, it's been more ridiculous. Not only did he just bounce, but I have been deescalating clients (some of who just lost Sgt. Slaughter less than a month ago) and tracking down doctors who will write me non-narcs. It's been fun. It's a possibility I'm going to two sites next week to meet with our new-er psychiatrist, whom tried to tell me I was His Bitch. (That phone conversation did not go well.) I'm also going to overhaul the suboxone program because if I'm responsible, we're playing by Jessie rules, kthnx.
In additional to work stuff, this entire week has been comprised of Too Much Stuff. Monday was the coffee date where I didn't get in until 2300. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days I go for Franken-hand therapy. This week, after therapy, I then drove Onyx back into the city to help Mimosa's move. While I didn't have my knee braces, we learned that Onyx can haul amazing amounts of stuff, not just beer. Wednesday, Onyx went back to the doctor, got some stuff done, and it was decided my dealership is a dumb. Otherwise, Wednesday night was supposed to be a friendship night with MFNJ, but that didn't go too well and she only hung out for about an hour then almost fell asleep on my couch. Friday night, I picked up Mimosa, we ate awesome foods by the stadiums, then headed back to her old place to finish wrapping/cleaning/packing/hauling. My phone started to buzz, and it was Orangeade asking if I was heading to the bar. While I had the idea, I didn't think it would follow through, as Mimosa wanted to move OMGSOEARLY and I knew it would be rough enough for me to get up early after a week of hell.
When I expressed I was helping my friend move, he told me to come get him. And he brought spackle. So Orangeade from Bad Decisions helped Mimosa from the Starship move further North in Baltimore. I guess I am developing Six Degrees of Jess all over again.
I came home last night, took a much-needed showah, and generally lounged around, finally passing out around 0230. I was awakened early by alarm clocks, but my bed was too comfy and I was too sleepy to get out of the bed. Finally, I hauled my nekkid butt out of my too-comfy sheets and put some clothes on, then gallivanted back to the stadiums to help Mimosa move out of her old house. We had another couch fail, which was reminiscent of why Bluejay now has my beloved white couch; it just wouldn't fit through the door. We ate nommy food, and then Mimosa and I spent the rest of the day together, finishing cleaning, hauling trash, and spending a much cooler minute in Six-Foot-Three, where we replenished our sugar supply. She helped me haul out the Fail Treadmill, and then back in Onyx we went to get gas, drop off things at Goodwill, and prance about a Target. I dropped her off back at her new home and took my tired butt home, where I made noms, talked with Kayrin about Otter Bucket's Skating Partay of Happy along with my and Shink's Epic Drinking Partay of Win.
I have taken a showah, and plan on going to the bar to at least be social. I haven't heard from Fidget, which is just as well. Tenor fell off the face of the planet; he's probably in Virginia by now. But Septum told me she'd be at the bar tonight, and as long as Riff Raff isn't über creepy, I should be okay.
Tomorrow, I'm going to Philly for the Otter Bucket's Skating Partay of Happy, where I will relive my younger years and roller blade, though now I have a Franken-hand and two bad knees. We should just wrap me entirely in bubble wrap and call it a night.
Afterwards, there's something happening (it's an ambiguous something, and I'm not the one being ambiguous!), but I'll be up in Philly until Monday, spending quality time with both Kayrin and her Wii. Then it's therapy, another appointment with Dr. Handyman (and maybe some pseudo-erotic hand-fisting if I'm good!), more therapy, and everybody and their momma is coming into Baltimore next weekend. While it was first supposed to be Bluejay, Hunny, and Shink on Friday, now I think Kayrin and Otter Bucket are coming down early. I've texted cousins, friends, neighbors, and my coworkers. Kari and Behn might come down, and I texted 006 to invite her and 006½. I have no idea where I'm putting all of these people, but I am NOT sleeping in my kitchen, kthnx.
While there may be normal things, such as some crabcakes, sweet tea, and playing some pool, there's going to be a helluva lot of liquor, and if Tuna Can likes me, birthday hats and cucumbers...
... because that's how I roll.
EDIT: Because GLEE is awesome, but this link is totally NSFW. Also, I love my flist for giving me such awesome links. /EDIT
Though since one of my psychiatrists quit on Monday evening, it's been more ridiculous. Not only did he just bounce, but I have been deescalating clients (some of who just lost Sgt. Slaughter less than a month ago) and tracking down doctors who will write me non-narcs. It's been fun. It's a possibility I'm going to two sites next week to meet with our new-er psychiatrist, whom tried to tell me I was His Bitch. (That phone conversation did not go well.) I'm also going to overhaul the suboxone program because if I'm responsible, we're playing by Jessie rules, kthnx.
In additional to work stuff, this entire week has been comprised of Too Much Stuff. Monday was the coffee date where I didn't get in until 2300. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days I go for Franken-hand therapy. This week, after therapy, I then drove Onyx back into the city to help Mimosa's move. While I didn't have my knee braces, we learned that Onyx can haul amazing amounts of stuff, not just beer. Wednesday, Onyx went back to the doctor, got some stuff done, and it was decided my dealership is a dumb. Otherwise, Wednesday night was supposed to be a friendship night with MFNJ, but that didn't go too well and she only hung out for about an hour then almost fell asleep on my couch. Friday night, I picked up Mimosa, we ate awesome foods by the stadiums, then headed back to her old place to finish wrapping/cleaning/packing/hauling. My phone started to buzz, and it was Orangeade asking if I was heading to the bar. While I had the idea, I didn't think it would follow through, as Mimosa wanted to move OMGSOEARLY and I knew it would be rough enough for me to get up early after a week of hell.
When I expressed I was helping my friend move, he told me to come get him. And he brought spackle. So Orangeade from Bad Decisions helped Mimosa from the Starship move further North in Baltimore. I guess I am developing Six Degrees of Jess all over again.
I came home last night, took a much-needed showah, and generally lounged around, finally passing out around 0230. I was awakened early by alarm clocks, but my bed was too comfy and I was too sleepy to get out of the bed. Finally, I hauled my nekkid butt out of my too-comfy sheets and put some clothes on, then gallivanted back to the stadiums to help Mimosa move out of her old house. We had another couch fail, which was reminiscent of why Bluejay now has my beloved white couch; it just wouldn't fit through the door. We ate nommy food, and then Mimosa and I spent the rest of the day together, finishing cleaning, hauling trash, and spending a much cooler minute in Six-Foot-Three, where we replenished our sugar supply. She helped me haul out the Fail Treadmill, and then back in Onyx we went to get gas, drop off things at Goodwill, and prance about a Target. I dropped her off back at her new home and took my tired butt home, where I made noms, talked with Kayrin about Otter Bucket's Skating Partay of Happy along with my and Shink's Epic Drinking Partay of Win.
I have taken a showah, and plan on going to the bar to at least be social. I haven't heard from Fidget, which is just as well. Tenor fell off the face of the planet; he's probably in Virginia by now. But Septum told me she'd be at the bar tonight, and as long as Riff Raff isn't über creepy, I should be okay.
Tomorrow, I'm going to Philly for the Otter Bucket's Skating Partay of Happy, where I will relive my younger years and roller blade, though now I have a Franken-hand and two bad knees. We should just wrap me entirely in bubble wrap and call it a night.
Afterwards, there's something happening (it's an ambiguous something, and I'm not the one being ambiguous!), but I'll be up in Philly until Monday, spending quality time with both Kayrin and her Wii. Then it's therapy, another appointment with Dr. Handyman (and maybe some pseudo-erotic hand-fisting if I'm good!), more therapy, and everybody and their momma is coming into Baltimore next weekend. While it was first supposed to be Bluejay, Hunny, and Shink on Friday, now I think Kayrin and Otter Bucket are coming down early. I've texted cousins, friends, neighbors, and my coworkers. Kari and Behn might come down, and I texted 006 to invite her and 006½. I have no idea where I'm putting all of these people, but I am NOT sleeping in my kitchen, kthnx.
While there may be normal things, such as some crabcakes, sweet tea, and playing some pool, there's going to be a helluva lot of liquor, and if Tuna Can likes me, birthday hats and cucumbers...
... because that's how I roll.
EDIT: Because GLEE is awesome, but this link is totally NSFW. Also, I love my flist for giving me such awesome links. /EDIT