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Bored, bored, bored. And I think Kirby left; I hope she's okay. She's been getting nosebleeds and sprung a pretty bad one this morning.
Much to my surprise I got a call that my medical form was ready to pick up already. I shouldn't have been too surprised; their effort was cursory to put it nicely. In the section where I filled out what my problem was, I was all thorough and used snooty words like 'dysmenorrhea' and listed my medical history back to '97. The longest statement the doc's office wrote was in the section asking for the treatment, and they said 'Patient is scheduled for surgery on 7-6-4 [sic]. Recovery is 6 weeks after surgery.' No statement as to why I need it or even what kind of surgery it is. Well, hopefully it's enough (and I suspect it is) and we can get moving on this leave thing.
It was wonderfully stormy this morning. Thunder woke me up. I'd gone to sleep smooshed up against hub who wasn't feeling too well. He was white as a sheet when I got home from work and said he felt sick; he rallied enough to go to work today but I'm trying to talk him into taking a day off.
Seems like I should have something more interesting to say, but it's not there. I'll just be glad when the work day's over. It's moving really slow for me for some reason.
Oh! I'm still planning to hit the lavender fields this Saturday. Email or call if you think you might want to come along. I'd like to leave at some god-awful early hour like 7:30 or so.
Much to my surprise I got a call that my medical form was ready to pick up already. I shouldn't have been too surprised; their effort was cursory to put it nicely. In the section where I filled out what my problem was, I was all thorough and used snooty words like 'dysmenorrhea' and listed my medical history back to '97. The longest statement the doc's office wrote was in the section asking for the treatment, and they said 'Patient is scheduled for surgery on 7-6-4 [sic]. Recovery is 6 weeks after surgery.' No statement as to why I need it or even what kind of surgery it is. Well, hopefully it's enough (and I suspect it is) and we can get moving on this leave thing.
It was wonderfully stormy this morning. Thunder woke me up. I'd gone to sleep smooshed up against hub who wasn't feeling too well. He was white as a sheet when I got home from work and said he felt sick; he rallied enough to go to work today but I'm trying to talk him into taking a day off.
Seems like I should have something more interesting to say, but it's not there. I'll just be glad when the work day's over. It's moving really slow for me for some reason.
Oh! I'm still planning to hit the lavender fields this Saturday. Email or call if you think you might want to come along. I'd like to leave at some god-awful early hour like 7:30 or so.
