Zero Bedside Manner, Pink Elephants, Haunted Castles, and Critters
I went to my orthopædist this morning with the hope that he'd go ahead and see me even though I only had $100 of the $203 I owe him. Before I even got to sit down, I was dragged into the financial officer's office to pay my bill. She talked to me like I was a dog (this seems to be a pattern in my life right now, being talked to and treated like a dog by various people in so-called power) and went through this whole drama of going back to talk to the doctor to see if he'd be benevolent and see me, even though I'm poor trash who can't pay my bills. About ten minutes later, she returned and said, "You're lucky he's feeling generous today. You may go ahead and pay the $100, but you need to get more money into us as soon as you can. You don't go get your car fixed and then just drive off without payment, so you can do that here either." I'm quoting her here. What she said is emblazoned on the surface of my brain like a brand of shame.
And I didn't even get to see Dr. Keith today. I saw the nurse practitioner, who diagnosed me with bursitis in my left shoulder. I got an injection in my shoulder and one in my knee, and was sent off with a prescription for pain medication and the orders to follow up as needed. That translates as "follow up when you have money and not a damned day sooner." Maybe now I won't be waking up in godawful pain two or three times a night and working in constant pain every day...until the shots wear off, that is. Meh.
I just feel like I'm gonna lose it if one more person treats me like I'm less than the gum stuck to the bottom of their shoe. This latest interlude of human malice does wonders for my already high level of misanthropy. But...onto happier matters, like pink elephants.
On my way home, I saw in the distance what looked like a pink elephant on wheels. Thinking back to yesterday, I made certain I hadn't had a few snifters for my birthday and that I was suffering from hallelujah-fascinations as a result but, no. I was sober yesterday and was even more so today. So I sped up to catch up to the offending vision. Sure enough, it was indeed a pink elephant on wheels and I have the pictures to prove it!
I figured that, since I was in the vicinity, I may as well get a few shots of Spartanburg's haunted castle.
Now, I'm not certain that the house is really haunted, but it sure looks it. I'd love to live there, or at least spend one night in the house. I'd probably emerge the next morning with snow white hair and a blank stare on my face, but I'm inclined to that any day as it is, given my spiritual connections with Nadine Cross. Speaking of haunted houses, the creepy nurse in the remake of House on Haunted Hill is none other than the woman who played Gozer the Gozerian. Hm. You learn something new every day!
Nothing lifts my spirits more than taking pictures of the furry family members, so I'm featuring Motley and Riley in this post. When Motley spends quality time with Aunt Tudi, she invariably ends up standing on her head to show her affection. Why? Because she's a loon. And Riley? Well, Riley is just as crazy as hell. You can tell by the look in his eyes. The picture of him gazing off to the sky looks like he's in deep prayer. He probably is.
This last one of Riley makes him look like an extra from a TOOL video, with all that creepy turbo head shaking so popular in their clips.
I'm gonna do my best to chill out for the next 45 minutes before I head into work at the Dollar General. My knee and shoulder are about to kill me, but I'm sure they'll feel better by tomorrow, once those shots begin to take effect. It's just a matter of getting through the night, then all will be okies.
And I didn't even get to see Dr. Keith today. I saw the nurse practitioner, who diagnosed me with bursitis in my left shoulder. I got an injection in my shoulder and one in my knee, and was sent off with a prescription for pain medication and the orders to follow up as needed. That translates as "follow up when you have money and not a damned day sooner." Maybe now I won't be waking up in godawful pain two or three times a night and working in constant pain every day...until the shots wear off, that is. Meh.
I just feel like I'm gonna lose it if one more person treats me like I'm less than the gum stuck to the bottom of their shoe. This latest interlude of human malice does wonders for my already high level of misanthropy. But...onto happier matters, like pink elephants.
On my way home, I saw in the distance what looked like a pink elephant on wheels. Thinking back to yesterday, I made certain I hadn't had a few snifters for my birthday and that I was suffering from hallelujah-fascinations as a result but, no. I was sober yesterday and was even more so today. So I sped up to catch up to the offending vision. Sure enough, it was indeed a pink elephant on wheels and I have the pictures to prove it!
I figured that, since I was in the vicinity, I may as well get a few shots of Spartanburg's haunted castle.
Now, I'm not certain that the house is really haunted, but it sure looks it. I'd love to live there, or at least spend one night in the house. I'd probably emerge the next morning with snow white hair and a blank stare on my face, but I'm inclined to that any day as it is, given my spiritual connections with Nadine Cross. Speaking of haunted houses, the creepy nurse in the remake of House on Haunted Hill is none other than the woman who played Gozer the Gozerian. Hm. You learn something new every day!
Nothing lifts my spirits more than taking pictures of the furry family members, so I'm featuring Motley and Riley in this post. When Motley spends quality time with Aunt Tudi, she invariably ends up standing on her head to show her affection. Why? Because she's a loon. And Riley? Well, Riley is just as crazy as hell. You can tell by the look in his eyes. The picture of him gazing off to the sky looks like he's in deep prayer. He probably is.
This last one of Riley makes him look like an extra from a TOOL video, with all that creepy turbo head shaking so popular in their clips.
I'm gonna do my best to chill out for the next 45 minutes before I head into work at the Dollar General. My knee and shoulder are about to kill me, but I'm sure they'll feel better by tomorrow, once those shots begin to take effect. It's just a matter of getting through the night, then all will be okies.