This is probably just bitchy on my part, but.

Mom got me a hair appt on Dec. 28th with the lady we've always used, who pretty much squeezed me in as a favor. We're leaving for Ohio on the 23rd after I get off work, bf promised we'd spend a good amount of time home for Christmas since we have to spend Thanksgiving with his family (which neither of us want to do). I asked if this date was okay, the 28th, and he throws a little mini fit about how that's later than he wanted to leave because he wants to go to richmond for new years.

really? stfu. let me have this. I bend over backwards for what he wants to do, just man up and bend a bit for me on this. it just makes me mad that he throws fits over stuff I want to do when I've never told him no or asked for something different when he wants to do something, even though I rarely want to play along with some of them.

ugh. i'm just bitchy tonight. I've been cleaning since I got home from work (230, it's now 617), i'm hungry but I'm not (which makes no god damn sense) and I think i'm just going to go take a shower.

But my mommy is going to be here tomorrow!! So that makes me excited.

So, inspections were today at the apartment (that I forgot about). I come home and there's a notice on my sink about how we didn't pass because of the above reasoning, misspelled word and all.

It pissed me off.

Why? Because I'm a neat freak. I scoop their litter (both boxes) every morning before I leave for work. Strong cat odor? Probably because one of them had just pooed. Yes, it stinks, but what do you want me to do about it? I'm at work, I can't scoop behind them every. time. they. poo. Give it a couple minutes and the litter will do it's work.

I called down to the office to ask and I explained it exactly that way. I said I scoop every morning and if they pooed while I"m gone there's not much I can do about it. The front desk girl couldn't explain much to me through laughing. So now I'm waiting on a call back by the girl who did the inspections.

Ugh. I'm not a dirty person who doesn't scoop the pans, dammit! I've been in places where people like that live, trust me, I avoid it at all costs. Shit like this just makes me mad. D:

For reference: We have a couple doctors who are uro-gyns. They're listed under OBGYN when you go search for a doctor, but they do not see typical GYN stuff. They won't do your annual (unless they love you and you're a long standing patient), they don't give you birth control, etc. They're more into bladder issues, prolapses, that kind of stuff.

So I get a call from this 24 year old girl who's first language is something other than English. I'm usually pretty okay at deciphering what people are trying to say, and half the time it doesn't bother me to play the "guess that word" or "could you spell that for me?" game. But this lady just did not want to help me out.

Me: So what kind of issues are you having?
Her: Well, there's blood.
Me: Okay...
Her: In my va... va
Me, Thinking: If she's going where I think she is...
Her: I'm not sure how to say this word
Me: Spell it for me.
Her: V-A-G-I-N-A
Me, thinking: This is pretty standard, lady. If there's never blood there then you have another set of issues
Me: Vagina. So there's blood coming from your vagina?
Her: Yes! Yes.
Me: Okay... is it period blood?
Her: NO! No no no no no! It started yesterday. When I wipe, it's on the tissue.
Me: Iiii think this is more of a GYN thing.
Her: A what?
Me: Gynecology? Like where you get pap smears?
Her: Mmmmmmm, okay?

I was just so confused during this. She seemed so adamant and pissed when I suggested it was just spotting/period blood. It's like, well do you realize what you're telling me? This doesn't sound like an issue to me. Or something we do. Maybe it's a cultural thing that I'm just not getting? Or the lady was just out of her mind. Who knows.

So, I was really craving some chicken and noodles today. However, I couldn't get ahold of my mom to get her recipe. I knew kind of how she did it, but not enough to make them. And she never made her own noodles, which I wanted to do.

So, of course, I head to facebook. My friend Lori gave me her recipe that I used. It's not moms (and def not as good) but it was still tasty and a pretty good basic egg noodle recipe. The noodles didn't come out doughy or floury like some I've had. They were a bit dense, but I think that was mostly my fault. I wasn't aware they'd really fluff up as much as they did, and both bf and I prefer thinner ones.

Here's the recipe straight from Lori:

"2 cups of flour
3 egg yolks
1 egg
1/2 cup water

mix to the consistency that's not to doughy, so may have to add more flour. Then roll out & cut up! I boil my chicken, shred it up add chicken broth & sum chicken cubes add noodles & let em cook "

A couple issues I had with this is 1. I only had one carton of chicken stock which wasn't nearly enough, so I ended up having to add more water which cut down the taste, and I didn't have chicken cubes. I also had to add a bit more water than what she said here, but otherwise they came out pretty damn good!

It's RUSTIC, okay?! haha

And yeah, they're sidewise. I forgot to fix them before I uploaded and I really don't feel like going back and fixing it.

Also, there's totally mashed potatoes peeking out from under the noodles and such.

What'd you have for dinner?

(PS: I totally own a box of Samoas. They are delicious.)

Bf: im probably going to hell anyway, but..
Me: I thought you didn't believe in hell?
Bf: I don't believe in Wyoming either but if I drive long enough...
Me: you don't believe in Wyoming?
Bf: have you ever met anybody from Wyoming?
Me: ...okay. Point.

I'm just so tired, you guys. Today has just been a accumulation of all the tiny things that annoy me into a span of five hours on stop of chaos and I'm just done. I want to get ridiculously sloppy drunk and sleep until noon tomorrow. Sadly, I can't do this, because I get to deal with it all again in the morning, but hopefully it won't be as bad.

Basically, our boss is loading way too much work onto J and I. We answer the phones/schedule/do referrals/etc on a daily basis. On top of that she's added monthly chart audits, no show reports, and now this big mess with our pain specialist. Basically the doctor is the only person in the hospital that sees this kind of pelvic pain. Period. She is THE person you see for this. But, she's out on emergency medical leave and then maternity leave until April. All of this was very sudden, and now we have to call and reschedule patients with a couple other doctors.

Let me tell you that patients are not happy at being told that, after they've waited months to see this lady, that now they won't see her at all. Oh, and if you're a pain patient? You're kind of shit out of luck because none of our other doctors see that. Sorry you were dealt bad cards, come back in April. I don't know how often I've been yelled at today for it, but I'm already sick of it.

Then one of the nurses yelled at me this morning for scheduling an appointment wrong. I put a cystoscopy with the wrong doctor, thinking, well, this test is a test no matter who does it. They shove a camera up into your bladder. But no, apparently this doctor won't touch it because it was a pelvic floor patient instead of a urology patient and that pissed everybody off, so she yelled at me for it (keep in mind I was never told I couldn't book things that way, but that's besides the point). So I try to ask her a question about something after she's done yelling at me (look at me, trying to know how to do things) and it had to do with rescheduling the pain patients and she basically just told me "Did you read the email? What'd it say about it? Do that." and walked out.

I wanted to tell her the email didn't say one god damn thing about it, so thanks for your help, bitch.

Instead, I called my boss and asked HER and thankfully she knew.

Then there's the issue of the fact that I have no space of my own, desk wise. I jump between two different desks, but neither one is really mine. I have no space to put my stuff, I can't stash shit because one of the other girls likes to use my desk as soon as my butt moves from the chair. It's just one of those little things that doesn't really bother you until you've already had a shit day.

It's just been a super busy, crazy, fucking day and I'm done with it. J and I were so tense that before I left, M opened the door to our cave a bit too hard and it made both of us jump. She closed it, got what she needed, and when she went to leave said she'd start doing a secret door handle jiggle or something to give us a heads up. It made both of us laugh so fucking hard it was ridiculous.

I think I'm going to go take a bath now.

No, never mind that. I'm going to go watch insane amounts of Ouran High School Host club in bed with the cats, wish I was an adorable Japanese school girl who had tons of interesting, cute, filthy rich boys into her, and forget the rest of the day.

So, I get to work and the power is off. Not to the whole hospital, just our building. So, you know, awesome. We spend until around 11 am (when it came back on) aimlessly wandering around the main hospital until we could go back in. This is after we'd called and canceled people's appointments.

When it came back on, our boss asked us to call people back and tell them to come in.

Really? I don't know about you, but that just seems incompetent to me. After some words, she agreed with us and left it as is. It was just an eye-rolling day, everything about it. Our boss is incapable of handling even the slightest "disaster" without flipping out. You'd think the world had ended any time something blips abnormally on her radar. It's kind of ridiculous.

My mom and sister are coming to visit us next weekend!!! It's the first time any of my family has come to visit since I moved, and I'm really excited. They're getting in on friday and leaving sunday, so not a big trip but still more than I usually would get. Saturday we're taking them to the National Aquarium and The Cheesecake Factory.

I'm 90% positive they're more excited about that fact than about seeing me, haha.

So, it was winter, and there was a ton of snow on the ground. I was at my moms, in the old house. I was kneeling on the couch and leaning against the back of it with my elbows on the window sill like I used to all the time when I was little (and get yelled at for) looking out at the field across the road. Only it wasn't a field, because there were a ton of houses over there now. As I'm looking, one of them burst into flames. It's like an explosion went off in the house.

 So I grab the phone and dial 911 (several times, because I misdialed it) but first I get a busy signal, then the operator picks up and I try to tell her what's happening, but she keeps talking to somebody in the background and not listening to me. Then she seems to get super pissed off at me and asks if my boss is there. I'm like, what?! But then she is, and we're suddenly at my sisters house, and the grill goes up in flames, which somehow causes the curtains in the kitchen to go up so we're all scrambling and I grab my moms new puppy (that she actually doesn't have) and I'm trying to talk to the lady on the phone and tell her yes, my boss is there, but she's already outside, but the operator is so so so pissed about this and says that Boss was supposed to be there! And I'm trying to get my shoes on but I can't because I'm holding the puppy and he's squirming and I know if I let him down he'll run into the house and the fire is getting worse and there's an explosion someplace in the back.

So I run outside to join my parents and my oldest sister (not her house, dunno where that sister is) and dad has my moms cocker spaniel, but nobody has the cat, so I start getting worried, but I'm freezing and can't move because the snow basically has me stuck do to the house no shoes thing.

Then we're suddenly back in the old house, and it's not on fire. But I'm leaning against the window like in the beginning, and the houses in the field are different, there's not as many and the fire isn't jumping to each one, but one goes up in flames and I grab the phone, but then we're outside, and it's spring, and we're waiting for the fire trucks.

And then I wake up.

And then I fall back to sleep, and it starts the dream over. I do this a couple times. It sounds dumb, but for some reason the dream really freaked me out.

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Eh. No, to a point. I believe in god, don't get me wrong. But I believe more in reincarnation than I do heaven/hell. Mainly because if we're made in gods image, and we're inherently lazy, then god must be to a point too. He already has all these perfectly (maybe not so much) souls, why not reuse them until they fuck up SO much that even he says enough is enough. In that sense, I believe there is a form of hell. For the people so bad they just lock them up and throw away the key. Otherwise? You'll probably come back as a cat next time or something (please, please, please let me come back as a pampered house cat).

Today Is Full Of Bad Decisions Cereal

What you need:
Bowl
Milk
Spoon
Candy
Knife

What You Do:

Pick your favorite candy out of the bowl meant for trick or treaters.

Chop it up into tinier pieces.

Add to bowl

Pour milk in

Eat.

Disclaimer:

I make lots of bad food decisions. I'm not responsible for any tummy aches if you do this.

I promise to eat real food at some point today. I have a turkey breast thawing and everything. Promise.