If It Weren't For Bad Luck, I'd Have No Luck At All ...
Well, the fucking over by the world continues. To start things out, I'm coming down with a cold or something. I had planned to get out early this morning to try and get a flu shot voucher but it was cold and rainy out and standing out in that would have just made things even worse. So, no flu shot for me.
We picked up the settlement check for the car this morning and immediately ran it over to the bank. Once we deposited it they informed us that we can't actually use the money until next Tuesday. Great! another week of waiting before we can maybe get a car.
After the bank, I made beldar take me to Wishard (the poor people's hospital) because my leg swelling has been getting worse. After waiting for over four hours. The doctor finally saw me. I have a ruptured bicep at the top of my arm (which is apparently EXTREMELY rare). The fist-sized mass is a hematoma that will hopefully go away eventually. They said I shouldn't wrap it but I can't move my arm fully if I don't so I will just do it at a minimum for now. My leg has a huge infection in it. It's not serious enough to drain (even though it's been growing each and every day) so I just have to ride it out. I was supposed to get a prescription but they told me it would be another hour or so wait for it, beldar was already late for work and I didn't have any other way to get home from there (it's around 10 miles or so from my house) so I had to leave without the antibiotic. I'll get along without it. I've had infections before and have gotten through them without pills and will again.
On a more personal note, most of you know that beldar & I have been working on the concom for InConJunction for many years. This year we took different positions with him being in charge of Operations (volunteer wrangler, basically) and I am doing Art Show. For those long-time readers, you know some of the shit I've had to stomp through to just get the club emails that I'm supposed to be getting. Well, lately I have only received spotty emails from the concom & the club plus, I have been unable to email them because everything I send bounces. Now I find out I am not getting any emails of any kind and our departments are not considered to be worthy of going on the hotel walk-through (we're changing hotels this year and need to see the new layout). It was one thing to get thrown off a committee last year without any notice (except that I no longer got the emails but beldar still did). It was another to know that both of our departments were not on the concom reporting form. But now, to be effectively thrown off the concom and out of the club with no notice, just reminds me of exactly what sort of shit that these people think of us as. Yeah, I'm so happy that I fucking pay for the privilege of being treated this way.
So, that's my fine little screwed over life. I hope yours is better.
TTFN!
We picked up the settlement check for the car this morning and immediately ran it over to the bank. Once we deposited it they informed us that we can't actually use the money until next Tuesday. Great! another week of waiting before we can maybe get a car.
After the bank, I made beldar take me to Wishard (the poor people's hospital) because my leg swelling has been getting worse. After waiting for over four hours. The doctor finally saw me. I have a ruptured bicep at the top of my arm (which is apparently EXTREMELY rare). The fist-sized mass is a hematoma that will hopefully go away eventually. They said I shouldn't wrap it but I can't move my arm fully if I don't so I will just do it at a minimum for now. My leg has a huge infection in it. It's not serious enough to drain (even though it's been growing each and every day) so I just have to ride it out. I was supposed to get a prescription but they told me it would be another hour or so wait for it, beldar was already late for work and I didn't have any other way to get home from there (it's around 10 miles or so from my house) so I had to leave without the antibiotic. I'll get along without it. I've had infections before and have gotten through them without pills and will again.
On a more personal note, most of you know that beldar & I have been working on the concom for InConJunction for many years. This year we took different positions with him being in charge of Operations (volunteer wrangler, basically) and I am doing Art Show. For those long-time readers, you know some of the shit I've had to stomp through to just get the club emails that I'm supposed to be getting. Well, lately I have only received spotty emails from the concom & the club plus, I have been unable to email them because everything I send bounces. Now I find out I am not getting any emails of any kind and our departments are not considered to be worthy of going on the hotel walk-through (we're changing hotels this year and need to see the new layout). It was one thing to get thrown off a committee last year without any notice (except that I no longer got the emails but beldar still did). It was another to know that both of our departments were not on the concom reporting form. But now, to be effectively thrown off the concom and out of the club with no notice, just reminds me of exactly what sort of shit that these people think of us as. Yeah, I'm so happy that I fucking pay for the privilege of being treated this way.
So, that's my fine little screwed over life. I hope yours is better.
TTFN!