I don’t just feel like poo. I feel like poo that has been folded, spindled, and mutilated.
So I missed my classes again. I resent that. I actually LIKE them!
I did turn in my assignments via email, and I’m simply hoping that my professor will accept them that way.
I’m going to spend hours in an icky place tomorrow. Part of it is for a medical appointment. The rest will be an attempt to fight through the bureaucracy to see why this organization hasn’t responded to the request for my medical records to support my disability claim.
shadowkatt feels pretty nasty, too. She has an appointment with her allergist, wherein we will try to find out why this doctor prescribed asthma meds for someone who has never shown any signs of asthma. We understand the antihistamine-decongestant and the Nasonex—but why an additional decongestant as well? It all seems a bit much.
Then my kitten goes to have an echocardiogram. I don’t think I’ve ever had one, and have absolutely no idea what is involved. As I fully expect that I will still be wrestling bureaucracy at that time, it is VERY good that I have sambear and curiousmay9. The Bear will drive the Kitten down to meet curiousmay9, who will then shepherd my baby through the wilds of cardiology and growl fiercely at anyone who doesn’t treat her like the princess she is.