I just wanted to report in and say I hope you all are well.
So far, the age of 44 has not been auspicious. I
threw out my back last night in the kind of way where if you don't get muscle relaxers to like, deal, you wind up immobilized. The next morning, I had to go see my doc in Tucson to get my ADA paperwork done and I almost died. It's a 2.5 hour drive. I also needed something to turn my mood from an angry hungry shark into a minnow. Like, seriously. Only, I also needed muscle relaxers BAD. He was like "I can give you valium for both things" because he wanted to know what "worked" for me and I said I had no idea but based on like drug message boards I have read, Soma seems to be highly sought after. I think it amplifies your high of opiates or something. So I was like "OKAY Valium it IS." LOL. It seems to be sort of working only it's a bit disinhibiting.
I found this out when I called my boss. Good thing she knows I am nuts with stress and rather "frustrated" were her words only I was like, "NO FRIGHTENED."
Anyway I went off a bit about how two of the supervisors said they would have been fired long ago (including her) then putting me in harm and I was like NO OTHER BUILDING (she really wanted this I found out later why.) She was like, "I can tell evil dude like, to not be scheduled with you."
Because I guess both creepy head docs are out of town and can't review my complaint. Only I KNOW they read it. Because head doc (who I have loathed since day one) suggested me and evil doc try to co exist. And we should "offer up apologies, however small, for our parts in this... WHHUUUT?" thankfully I can deal with that LATER and evil doc promptly apologized about not letting me in HIS rooms and was really sorry and wanted me to try. Holy ghost.
So like, I told my doc since I was on a modified schedule for two weeks like, maybe we could eat in the conference room where I don't worry about him killing me, but like perhaps since my modified schedule was like, gonna be hard enough, adding in "in room IBH" with him was bad.
I swear to GOD I am going to start recording EVERYTHING. it's a 1 part consent state, this state.
I DON'T care there may come a time I will need it. I may even tell him that.
I want head doc to eat evil doc and then I want to turn them into human sushi. Of course, I lack that capacity I can barely hobble off the couch.
Husband is all pissy about chores, he thinks his neck like, beats my back. I doubt it though, because a fresh injury is always the suck.
Anna