Heaven help us. That is all I can say.
One more round. No, that was just not right. You are really self centered and do not even know it.
i would just like a do-over – for many many things.
In response to a warning, I got this note: “It’s my account, I can do what I want.” Uh, no, not so much…
In response to a warning, I got this note: “Have you ever heard of the first amendment?”
Why yes I have. And when you understand what that means, then and only then can you deign to school me.
T.V. sports announcer- my dislike for you really has no end. >:P
Dear friends: Please stop dropping dead unexpectedly. This is too profoundly sad.
OK kitchen design lady, get off your butt and come over here and measure! It’s been weeks already and I’m tired of calling you and having you ignore my messages.
Omg. How did we live all these years without a multitool?
so let me see…everyone is super concerned that you have changed your plans but not one single person
has actually asked you why? Including your mother who seems to believe that I am the bad guy–when I
am not–and you did not manage to tell her what is really going on? But still, no one has asked but are just making
judgments and you are letting them. Really not OK,
Well, I was feeling pretty good. That was a little rain on my parade.
Dear ambulance company I really am frustrated. How can the ride from the rehab facility to the ER be coded as not medically necessary when his blood pressure was reported to me as 75 (no bottom number), the ER doctors admitted him with dangerously low blood pressure, and he spent 7 days in the hospital with specialists trying to regulate his meds to get a more normal pressure? And you just told me that your people said his pressure was 135/85? Wow, if they could get his pressure up, then why did we need all of those specialists? I think somebody screwed up and I am going to have to spend hours straightening out this mess. I think the 135 was his heart rate.
You know it’s a bad night when -
You meet your friend for dinner, and she needs to leave bc she’s feeling very sick. You drive her home, and let her use your lunchbox as a throw up bag. You drive another friend to pick up her car and get it back to her.
Then, you get home, pretty hungry. You retrieve the food, which they frantically put in to go boxes, from the car, and the bag breaks and the contents land on the garage floor.
Now it’s time for wine and a CC binge, or something.
It feels so oddly empty that I am seriously considering to abandon my life time goal to be a doctor.
You couldnt be bothered to take me to my last three medical procedures that required anesthesia but inform me with five days notice that you expect me to arrange for a day off to take you for a colonoscopy ?
I hope they can remove your head from your butt in order to do it.
You liked the information I presented this morning. But you didn’t like it when I brought up the financial thing you have to consider when making decisions … so much so that the committee chair was a bit miffed that I mentioned it. Hey, folks - you should be happy that you are getting the information you NEED. Don’t shoot the messenger.
To my daughter: Sorry I grade stalk you. It will be over soon.
The staff at my son’s house called me because they’re a little concerned about him. So we took him out to dinner and were happy at how social he was. That is, until I emailed his doctor, who replied that S’s social skills tend to improve when he’s headed towards mania. Dang it, he’s right. It makes me sad that when my son LOOKS better, it’s not necessarily a good thing.
One of my 14 year olds classmates has been missing since Wednesday afternoon. Please, God, let the kid be ok. I don’t know him, and she barely knows him, but that doesn’t matter.
Your angst is exhausting. I will both pray for you and be the voice of positivity, but the rest is up to you.