five thousand shades of blue
Monday, May 14, 2001
9:33 am
Well, Blogger's off line at the moment, and I'm kinda feeling wordy.
Friday was hell. I think I wrote about it and Blogger posted it but didn't publish it (I got some kind of weird error). The gist is: a bill I have been trying to pay for nearly two months finally had to get paid via Western Union, because no one bothered to inform me that the third (THIRD!) attempt at a 'check by phone' failed due to the customer service woman taking my account number down wrong. I'll stop now since I think I already ranted this one. (Note: I did, see previous blog which didn't publish on Friday.)
Now, mind you, no one bothered to tell me that Western Union only accepts cash (how dumb is that!), so there's me flying across town to my bank to get +$800 (again, UGH). Watch San act all paranoid as she is certain that everyone around her knows she's got all that loot on her! The whole experience was hell on earth. You can bet I'm gonna sit down and author a complaint note the size of Texas.
Longish weekend. Didn't finish the cleaning I wanted to do. An and I had to take back some Vitamin E capsules I got for her, since the formula was not the right one (d-alpha something, not d
l-alpha something), and spent way too much time in Costco. Came home with the new Myst game (Myst III: Exile), which looks amazing, and for which I will have to exhibit herculean restraint to keep away from until after
Egils -- which, by the way, is a scant 10 days or so away, and am I ready? NO!
Oh, but the thrift store shopping afterwards yielded much good lootness. Best of all is the cobalt blue Chinese silk brocade outfit (jacket, top, skirt that goes to the floor). All I need to do is convert the buttons into frogs/Chinese knot buttons and I might even be able to wear this at events. I have to either move the buttons about an inch over or lose some weight (one's a short term solution, the other's a long term goal). It's just gorgeous!
Had quite the adventure in a downtown emergency room on Saturday night, as well. Not something I care to repeat any time soon. An's stomach was bothering her all day Saturday, and nothing she usually does to calm it down was working. It really hurt, so of course, at 11:30pm nothing else is open
but an emergency room. Oooohhhhh, was that special. Mentally disturbed homeless man feigning depression in order to get a bed for the night (I heard him admit to it); two young women walking around with sheets around them and I have no idea why they were there; another woman who may or may not have overdosed on something sitting there wheezing and crying, pink pijamas and no shoes; and so on. Wild horses couldn't have kept me from accompanying An into the treatment area, and luckily no one tried to stop me. They ran bloodwork and found that she doesn't have anything horrible (i.e. not related to liver, pancreas, etc.) but it's looking more and more like it's probably a hietal hernia. Treatable, at least. Ever the geeks we are -- I told her it was more like a hardware problem than a software problem.
They gave her a dose of morphine to kill the pain, and she said it was very scary to feel it go up her arm and into her head. She was HI-larious stoned on morphine, I have to say, and I had to help her get dressed and put her shoes on. Kind of like helping a two year old getting dressed.
(later)
I had to make some edits to my original text, there, and wanted to add that an acquaintance I see at my health club was at the same emergency room about the same time I was (though we were already in the treatment area) and saw the scary people I mentioned above. Small world!
is
this just not enough…?
