a series of irritating events
So basically I rushed home to cook the work turkey instead of doing anything else, like, you know, going and buying new socks and underwear that I have been needing for weeks (either the laundry machine is eating them or I need to start marking my damn panties) -- and discovered it was still half frozen.
Weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth, but I decided to hell with it and roasted the damn thing anyway. He turned out pretty well! ... Except I was going to throw some of it at Dawn but she ended up buying a turkey herself. I'll probably end up freezing some of it and making turkey dumplings or curry, I guess.
Found out on Friday that work can't find my TB test, which, fine, I had it done in Eugene like five years ago, so it's kind of a nuisance but whatever. I go in to show the nurse on duty my tiny needle bruise and prove I am not consumptive and she's like, So when do you want to come in to do the second one?
D: D: D:, I said.
State regs now require them to do two tests. I hate TB tests! They always make me feel vaguely nauseated, which is probably purely psychosomatic but unpleasant. And then you spend fifteen minutes cataloging the places you COULD have gotten TB from and imagining what if you had a spectacularly bad reaction and came in with like, a festering boil on the injection site. Is there still a sanitarium in Oregon? Would insurance pay for it? Do you still get to sit around on deck chairs and look wan and interesting?
And then you get distracted by some other hideous crisis at work (today: Angry Dude Angry About Walkers) and forget about it. But you never know!
Started working on my Holden shawlette again; had laid it aside but the vest is just getting to that awkward stage where it's really too big to carry in any realistically sized purse but is still going through increases, so I can't exactly sit down with a backlog of shit to watch and plow through them both.
Weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth, but I decided to hell with it and roasted the damn thing anyway. He turned out pretty well! ... Except I was going to throw some of it at Dawn but she ended up buying a turkey herself. I'll probably end up freezing some of it and making turkey dumplings or curry, I guess.
Found out on Friday that work can't find my TB test, which, fine, I had it done in Eugene like five years ago, so it's kind of a nuisance but whatever. I go in to show the nurse on duty my tiny needle bruise and prove I am not consumptive and she's like, So when do you want to come in to do the second one?
D: D: D:, I said.
State regs now require them to do two tests. I hate TB tests! They always make me feel vaguely nauseated, which is probably purely psychosomatic but unpleasant. And then you spend fifteen minutes cataloging the places you COULD have gotten TB from and imagining what if you had a spectacularly bad reaction and came in with like, a festering boil on the injection site. Is there still a sanitarium in Oregon? Would insurance pay for it? Do you still get to sit around on deck chairs and look wan and interesting?
And then you get distracted by some other hideous crisis at work (today: Angry Dude Angry About Walkers) and forget about it. But you never know!
Started working on my Holden shawlette again; had laid it aside but the vest is just getting to that awkward stage where it's really too big to carry in any realistically sized purse but is still going through increases, so I can't exactly sit down with a backlog of shit to watch and plow through them both.