So today a patient called to make a follow up appointment with one of our doctors. Since this doctor is currently in Nepal doing research, she's booking into late january. Gave the lady a date, and she asked if I'd give the doc a message to call her because whatever it was is very involved and she'd like to be seen sooner. So instead of writing a message and it getting lost before the doctor get's back, I just shot her an email and said as a throw-away that the lady knows she's out of the country so there's no need for her to get back with me soon on this.
Well she emails me back almost immediately and asks me to copy/paste the last clinic note, so I did. She then sends an email and CC's another doctor and two nurses explaining what she wants done. One of the nurses, in response, replies all and said that
"Lacey, you have no need to email physicians. That's what we're here for. As you can see, this got very involved."
Excuse me? Very involved? I copy/pasted a note and she told me what to do. How is that involved? And please, PLEASE explain to me as to why I shouldn't be emailing physicians. Is it because I'm a lowly registrar and not a big bad nurse? Because that's what the nurses act like some of the time.
Window shopping on ModCloth is such a heartbreak for me, since I don't have the money to buy anything. Also because I always feel like the stuff I like I wouldn't look good in, but that's mainly a self esteem issue I think.
Anyway, you guys can go ahead and buy me these if you want! My birthday is a month after Christmas if you don't celebrate it!
...no? ...oh. Okay then.
Um, well, I'll just leave these pictures/links here... just in case... you wanna look at them?
When I asked how he picked them out, he said "uh... they were purple."
They are really more pink than purple, but he really isn't good with colors.
It always makes me kind of inner-sad when he doesn't say things like "oh, they reminded me of you" and I guess by "they were purple" that's what he means, but it's not the way I want to hear it.
I really just need to stop being a girl. I really love my flowers though <3
So, I finally decided that I wanted to have a Christmas tree this year. I wasn't sure if I was going to bother, since BF is Jewish and doesn't give a fuck about holidays, even his own. But, the draw was just too much. So sunday afternoon we went out and purchased a tree and some decorations.
I still need a tree skirt though. Walmart's were all super ugly. D:
My colors are blue/green/silver/purple. So basically anything goes.
I love when blogs/magazines/whatever do a "what's in your bag?" type thing. I know it's lame, but I love it. And whenever I see one, I just can't help but do it as well.
I just finished reading what Jolie keeps in her bag over at The Hairpin (go read them! They're hilarious) and while I should be getting ready to leave tonight for Virginia, I'll instead spend time showing you what I have in mine. I know you don't care, but this is my blog, and you'll look at pictures if I want you too!
This is full. BF calls it my big bag of crazy. He's rarely wrong.
Keys, Lanyard/ID for work, Umbrella, calculator, and two spoons.
Wallet, lint brush, 2 hair ties, comb, bag of raisins, full water bottle, Orbit gum, 2 wintergreen mints, 3 Werther's candies
Random paper/receipts, mini-notebook, iPhone wall adapter charger thing, "Passport to fun" kids activity from Olive Garden, 2 pens, 1 orange crayon, 1 anti-bacterial hand wipe that we give out at work, mini-bottle of Tylenol, and 1 tube of Burt's Bee's chapstick
I always find it odd that I call her "momma" on here/facebook, but I've never once used that version of mom to her in real life. I like typing it, but I find it very awkward to say. I'm a mom/mommy kinda gal. And "mother" when she's just being ridiculous/bitchy.
But anyway! I will share some pictures.
She brought me a panda! I've yet to name her, but here she is just chillin' on the window sill. Mom also brought cookies, but those are loooooooooong gone.
Here is Wash trying to get into my sister's makeup bag. He is obviously too large.
This is what happens when a cat too large tries this. Also? that's totes momma in the back. Also also? They brought so many bags I thought they were moving in (they got here on a friday and left on a sunday)
He was content to just stay there.
Mom! We're waiting on the light rail train. She was very excited/nervous about this, since she's never seen/heard of/taken anything like it. She's cute and country.
Mom again, at the aquarium, looking at some ugly fish.
TURTLE
Ribbit
I was actually surprised these two pictures came out so well considering I was just using my iphone (with no flash).
BIG TURTLE
Mom and sister waiting on a table at The Cheesecake Factory. They were both very sleepy since apparently my neighbors slam their doors loudly all the time during the night? I guess I've gotten used to this. The little girl beside Misty was so thrilled with her for some reason. She basically talked her head off.
Mom enjoyed her food a lot. Misty did too, but did not get cheesecake. It is the only dessert she eats. We all gave a huge "wtf is this shit?" at that.
Blurry, for which I apologize. This is one of the Christmas displays at the mall behind our apartment building. This just thrilled me considering they're just SO HUGE. Look at the girl in the white jacket for comparison! I promise she's not like, five or anything haha. Their "meet santa" area is ridiculous as well. I asked BF if this was normal decorations for a mall in a larger city/more wealthy area or is it that I'm just so used to the poor BFE areas I grew up in. He said it was a little A and a little B so.
I've always had issues with religion. If you've known me more than a half hour you can probably pick up on that. I blame being force fed ideas that I didn't believe for years on end, I blame sunday christians, and knowing my sunday school teacher was always lying out her front teeth when she told us to be kind of others when I knew she went home and beat her kids. I blame a multitude of things for my issues, but in the end I've come out of them. I know what I believe, I know what I don't believe.
I believe in God. I believe he's not all hellfire and brimstone. I believe he's kind of like that asshole friend you have. You know, the one that drinks just a tad too much, is a dick to everybody, but somehow still keeps friends? The one that, when he actually likes you, he'll sometimes give you really, really awesome advice and mentorship that you didn't know he had in him? To me, that's God. The dick who likes to fuck with you, but in the end is a pretty okay guy. Deep down. When he's not flooding things just for funsies.
What I don't believe in is people who claim that the bible is the end-all be-all of religion. No, it's not. You know what it is? It's a book. A book that normal people wrote. It may have some good tidbits in there, but it has more bad in my mind than it does good.
I also don't believe that you have to be in a designated place every sunday to worship god. That place is a building. That normal men built. It's pretty, sure, but it's nothing special.
I also don't believe in organized religion, which is why you'll never hear me call myself a Christian or any other title. I'd be a bad one anyway, so why even bother.
I was thinking about an old dream I had back in middle school, before my mom stopped forcing me to go to church. It was before my grandma died, so pre-2004, but I honestly can't remember what year it was or how old I was.
It involved Him. It was night time, and we were standing in the back of the chapel of the church we were going to at the time. It was a little, backwoods church, and whoever built it loved blue. The carpet was blue, the pews were blue, there were blue fake flowers all over the place. So I'm standing at the entrance to the aisle of the church, facing the cross. He's to the left of me, leaning against a pillar, or a wall. I don't remember which, but I remember he was in the shadows. This was before he really liked to mess with me, so I rarely actually saw him.
I asked him a question, I don't remember what it was. I walk down the center of the aisle, and stop a couple feet from the altar. He stays where he was, now behind me. He said something along the lines of
"It's all a trick, you know. You have fanatics who take every word of that book and twist it. They use it as an excuse to beat their children, to burn so called witches, to hate anybody different than themselves. They use it to kill people who believe differently, to suppress women. They do everything the opposite of what their God tells them, all in his name. Don't you think that's funny? This giant, elaborate test for people, in the form of a book. A book that sees just how far people will go, if they'll really pay attention. Those people? They're damned. More than you or me ever will be."
It's paraphrased. I remember there being some back and forth between us, but in the end, that's what it amounted to. And I believe it. Every word of it, for the most part.
But it doesn't change the fact that hymns still make me cry like a little bitch. It doesn't even matter who's singing them. Some moreso than others. Amazing Grace always gives me chills and makes my eyes water. The Hallelujah chorus still makes me look the other way if somebody's in the room with me.
Don't be hatin' on Elvis. The man had a voice, and it always reminds me of my dad. He was a huge Elvis fan, and used to play records during Christmas. Anything from hymns (even though I'm still, to this day, not sure what his stance is on religion), to Christmas songs, and then he'd sneak in a couple regular songs.
This is jumbled. I had this post all laid out in my head when I was coming home from work today. Like most things though, it really didn't turn out quite the way I had it planned.
I'll end it on another dream. This one I had recently, though I don't remember the exact date. Things have been so busy lately that I really haven't had much time to do anything.
It involves Him again. I'm walking up a hill in the woods, and I'm pissed because I don't have shoes on. I don't know why I don't have shoes, but I'm pissed about it. He's ahead of me, telling me to stop bitching and keep up. He has an iPod, and The Eagles are playing from the earbuds that he has dangling around his neck. I think it was Desperado, but I can't be certain.
We get to the top of the hill and I start walking past him. Suddenly, my foot doesn't connect with ground and we're standing on a cliff. He grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me to safety, clucking his tongue at the fact that I didn't watch where I was going. He tells me to look to the right, he wanted to show me something. It's a large waterfall, and I don't know how I didn't hear it before. The water rushing down it is almost deafening.
I'm in awe for a moment, and I turn around to face him, to thank him for showing it to me. I thank him, and he shakes his head.
"Don't ever thank me, little one." "I'm not very little anymore." "You'll never catch up with me, so you'll always be my little one." He takes a step towards me, which makes me move back a step. I feel the edge of the cliff, but I don't look backwards because I know that will make me lose my balance. He grabs hold of my shirt collar, steadying me. "You really need to take more risks. Stop relying on others." "I'm here, aren't I? That's a pretty big risk." He smiles. "You should never trust me, either. Don't trust anyone but yourself, little one."
And he shoves me backwards. I'm falling, and all I hear is the waterfall, and all I see is him putting the buds into his ears and watching me fall.
Here writes Mrs. Ghayth Faiza, suffering from cancerous ailment. I am married to Watson Ghayth an Arabian who is dead. My husband was into private practice all his life before his death. Our life together as man and wife lasted for three decades without a child. My husband died after a protracted illness. My husband and I made a vow to uplift the down-trodden and the less-privileged individuals as he had passion for persons who can not help themselves due to physical disability or financial predicament. I can adduce this to the fact that he needed a Child from this relationship, which never came.
When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of Two Million Great Britain Pound Sterling which was derived from his vast estates and investment in capital market with his bank here in UK. Presently, this money is still with the Bank. Recently, my Doctor told me that I have limited days to live due to the cancerous problems I am suffering from. Though, what bothers me most is the stroke that I have in addition to the cancer. With this hard reality that has befallen my family and I, I have decided to donate this fund to you and want you to use this gift which comes from my husbands effort to fund the upkeep of widows, widowers, orphans, destitute, the down-trodden, physically challenged children, barren-women and persons who prove to be genuinely handicapped financially.
It is often said that blessed is the hand that giveth and the hand that taketh. I took this decision because I do not have any child that will inherit this money and my husband's relatives are bourgeois and very wealthy persons and I do not want my husband's hard earned money to be misused or invested into ill perceived ventures. I do not want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly manner, hence that’s the reason I took this bold decision.
I am not afraid of death because I know where I am going. I know that I am going to be with the Almighty when I eventually pass on.
The Almighty will fight my case and I shall hold my peace. I do not need any telephone communication in this regard due to my deteriorating health and because of the presence of my husband's relatives around me; I do not want them to know about this development. With God all things are possible. As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the Bank in UK. I will also issue you a Letter of Authority that will empower you as the original beneficiary of this fund. My happiness is that I lived a life worthy of emulation. Please always be prayerful all through your life.
Please assure me that you will act just as I have stated herein. Hope to hear from you soon and God bless you and members of your family.
Reply to my mail through my email address: mrswatsonghayth@w.cn Yours Faithfully in Christ, Mrs. Ghayth Faiza.
I've been meaning to post. But I've been too lazy. So, here are some highlights:
-Family visit went really well. Mom really liked the area/apartment. When going through Baltimore (the Lexington Market area in case anybody is familiar) on the light rail, she leaned over and asked me "Is this a black neighborhood?" I was amused.
-Sister had never heard of a round about before. According to her, she honest to god closed her eyes and hoped for the best. I'm surprise they made it here in one piece.
-Mom is in love with The Cheesecake Factory and the Inner Harbor. The aquarium? She rated a "nice" which in her terms is a "meh".
-A young father of triplets (one of whom was throwing a fit) told Mike and I to "never ever have kids, don't do it. I have three and I don't want them. Don't have kids". He then walked away, looking like he hated life.
-A lady who I made an appt for (well, her husband) came into the clinic today. I was in my cave on the phones, when H came in and said I had a visitor. I was all, wtf, mate? So went out, and she was an adorbs 70-something lady who gave me a hug and told me how happy I made her and how she was having such a horrible day that day and nobody would help her, but I was just "so cheerful" (it's called my phone voice, but thanks) and answered all her questions honestly and just made her feel so much better. It made my tiny, cold heart grow a couple sizes.
-I'll be getting full time soon, which makes me happy. I really enjoy the idea of doubling my paycheck. Especially with christmas coming up and needing to get my car registered in maryland.
I have a couple pictures I took of the aquarium trip that I may post later, but honestly if you follow me enough, you've already seen them on facebook. But who knows. Right now I'm going to go curl in bed and maybe have Boyfriend make me hot chocolate, even if today was the warmest day in forever.
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