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Jun. 20th, 2005 06:50 pmI have read all my email (gasp! shock!) and will read a little of my friends list tonight but goshdarnit, I'm not going to sit here all dang night. My allergies are threatening to turn into something more serious like a sinus infection (today at work my throat hurt and I started to feel achy), and I'll be damned if I'm not getting to bed on time tonight.
Also: I'm never using that spray decongestant stuff again. Y'know, like Afrin?? It really dried me up, which is partially what made my throat hurt. But my whole nose and sinuses felt like someone had stuck my face in a food dehydrator, and saline barely helped. Jesus, I'd rather just be stuffed up.
I ran out of my antibiotics a week or so ago, and haven't bothered to get any more, and now I'm breaking out. Grrr.
Speaking of medical maladies:
Cut for some minor "ew" moments: ( I went to the dentist on Saturday. )
Work today: Boring. Tiring. Bleh.
Ooooh I'm getting pissy at the people who work upstairs. Specifically the MA's. One of them called, and Dave answered, and she said she needed a chart. He looks for it, tells her it's not here. She insists that it has to be down there, and he looks some more: Nope, not here. She hangs up. Calls back a few minutes later, I answer, and she's saying, "I have to have this chart! I need this chart!" In as non-snarky a voice as I could manage, I said, "Dave is the best person around here at finding charts. If he can't find it, I'm not going to be able to." But she won't accept that, because after all, she has to have the chart, and she knows she discarded it earlier, so we should have it. I transfer her to our manager for lack of being able to think of anything else. I go into her office a few minutes later to ask what had happened: while this MA had been ranting and raving, someone in the background had said, "Is this the one you're looking for?" *pause* "Yeah, we found it." *click*
Godammit. I had someone else pull that shit with me today too. "We don't have it, it's not out to us, blah blah blah." I look everywhere, It's. Not. Down Here. She calls back, "Oh, we found it." Yeah, I thought so. At least she called to tell me. A lot of the time, they don't; and you keep your eye out for it all day and look in all the charts coming back. Gah.
Also: I'm never using that spray decongestant stuff again. Y'know, like Afrin?? It really dried me up, which is partially what made my throat hurt. But my whole nose and sinuses felt like someone had stuck my face in a food dehydrator, and saline barely helped. Jesus, I'd rather just be stuffed up.
I ran out of my antibiotics a week or so ago, and haven't bothered to get any more, and now I'm breaking out. Grrr.
Speaking of medical maladies:
Cut for some minor "ew" moments: ( I went to the dentist on Saturday. )
Work today: Boring. Tiring. Bleh.
Ooooh I'm getting pissy at the people who work upstairs. Specifically the MA's. One of them called, and Dave answered, and she said she needed a chart. He looks for it, tells her it's not here. She insists that it has to be down there, and he looks some more: Nope, not here. She hangs up. Calls back a few minutes later, I answer, and she's saying, "I have to have this chart! I need this chart!" In as non-snarky a voice as I could manage, I said, "Dave is the best person around here at finding charts. If he can't find it, I'm not going to be able to." But she won't accept that, because after all, she has to have the chart, and she knows she discarded it earlier, so we should have it. I transfer her to our manager for lack of being able to think of anything else. I go into her office a few minutes later to ask what had happened: while this MA had been ranting and raving, someone in the background had said, "Is this the one you're looking for?" *pause* "Yeah, we found it." *click*
Godammit. I had someone else pull that shit with me today too. "We don't have it, it's not out to us, blah blah blah." I look everywhere, It's. Not. Down Here. She calls back, "Oh, we found it." Yeah, I thought so. At least she called to tell me. A lot of the time, they don't; and you keep your eye out for it all day and look in all the charts coming back. Gah.