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{September 10, 2009}   The Drug Dealers

Yeah. I went back tonight, you know, to get my dope, and they STILL didn’t have it!! Well, I take that back, they did fill my wellbutrin rx. But now they’re saying that my PNV rx won’t be here till tomorrow!! Are you serious? I showed out. Not bad, but there’s really no excuse for them not having it. Where else does it take 3 days to fill a prescription? No answers? I thought not. That’s because this doesn’t happen in other places!! It’s so convenient, but there’s no reason I can’t go to the CVS in the same parking lot. I think I’m gonna change soon. I’m beginning to get concerned that these people are that stupid. I started to rant about how irritating this was, I’d called with a 2.5 hr notice on Tuesday (which is more than enough time anywhere else), I came back today, and ya know, I can take an extra 800mcg of folic acid to cover the PNV for a couple of days, but I can’t very well mix up the wellbutrin at the house. I told them they really didn’t want a hormonal, chemically imbalanced pregnant girl running around sans meds. This made them laugh, but dammit, will I see any improvement? Not likely. I was a real bitch and pointed out the kid that told me the stuff was gonna be here today, but I doubt anything will get done about it. *sigh*

{September 9, 2009}   Did you want your mother?

I’m being totally serious here when I ask that. We got into a discussion today about various people’s deliveries. I worked in L&D, and always wondered why people needed/wanted and audience for the big event/major exposure of the girly parts. I think I won’t want my mother or anyone else there, except my husband. I mean, I’m grown, married, own my own home, pay my own bills, and do my best to solve my own problems. Do I really need my mother present to do this? She wasn’t there during the baby construction, if you know what I mean. Maybe when it comes time, I’ll accidentally leave my big-girl panties at the house, but I just don’t think so. One girl advised me not to allow my MIL in the room. Hah. Like that was gonna happen anyway, but seriously, if I had my druthers? She wouldn’t be allowed in the same city, much less my delivery room. That’s the last place I’d want to see her. I’ll literally and figuratively be showing my ass enough without her help, thank you very much. I talked to my husband about it tonight, and surprisingly, he agreed. He said that he’d be stressed out, I’ll be tired, and he didn’t want to have to act excited or happy or polite until we’d spent some time with the baby on our own and gotten a bit of rest (I know, as much as possible given the circumstances). I almost started crying. This is why I love this man. When it comes down to brass tacks, he’s all about US, and not about EVERYONE ELSE. His idea is not to call anyone till after the big event. I’m loving it.

{September 8, 2009}   This is gittin’ ridikyalus.

I called the pharmacy today, at approximately 1pm to get my refills. Now, maybe I’m the odd one out, but don’t most people call their scripts in when they’re out of their meds, or close? Well. I drove by the pharmacy after work to pick them up, thinking that 2 hours should be plenty of time to get these together. Yeah, not so much. I drove up to the window, gave my name, date of birth, signed in blood, you know, the usual, and then the Kid behind the counter tells me that they weren’t able to fill my prescriptions because they didn’t have the quantity needed on hand. Oh, ok. Wait a minute, what?? I don’t get it.How do you run out of prenatal vitamins and wellbutrin? They’re like some of the most common drugs on the market? Don’t you have an inventory system that once the computer sees you get down past so many, it’s automatically re-ordered? Whatever, they can’t help what the company dealt them in archaic equipment and software, right? But then I had to ask the kid (couldn’t have been more than 18) umm, can you loan me some till your truck comes through? It’s really bad for a hormonal, chemically imbalanced fireball of a girl to go without her meds. This is likened to what happens the week before your period, when you begin to form sketchy plans about holding the whole place hostage and going down in a blaze of glory. I mean, seriously. Then he takes forever trying to stop the pharmacist long enough to explain the problem. I then got loaned 5 pills. Now, I take 2 a day. What the hell am I gonna do with 5 pills? And just what am I supposed to do without my PNV’s? I swear, between me being drained of energy all the time from having to think for everyone else, and being forced to snort cleaning chemicals or catch the Ebola virus from my bathroom, my poor child’s gonna be wondering what happened to his mother soon, and why is she singing to herself about a good ship Lollipop?

Oh, and Happy Ex-Anniversary, Mom and Dad. He’s probably still hunting. (This is an inside joke in my family. Dad went hunting on his and Mom’s 2nd anniversary and completely forgot about the day he got married. We’ve never let him forget it.)

{September 6, 2009}   So I came home today…

after a long day at work, and the hubby had cleaned the house, made dinner, and invited a couple over. I’m all about entertaining with no effort expended on my part. He’s forgiven.

I worked all day today, ended up not having to do the cement case after all, but got hollered at twice by the same doctor. All because we had to prove that the call team wasn’t at his eternal disposal. He didn’t understand the concept of “First come, first serve.” I had to just turn him over to anesthesia and my boss, cause it’s not my job to break the rules. What a jackass. My boss encouraged me to write him up. So, I did. We’ll see what happens.

{September 5, 2009}   How rude.

I’m taking call on Sunday. The nursing supervisor contacted me about 2 cases for in the morning. Now, one of the cases involves bone cement. Fumes are toxic to fetus, no? Yes. So when I told her that she would have to call the 2nd team’s nurse, she fires back “Well, why’d you take call if you can’t come in?” I told her I could come in for any other case, just not the ones involving cement. She said ok, and hung up on me. I just called her back, and explained, but wow. The department’s had multiple discussions about this, but I guess they didn’t inform the supervisors. I knew this would happen. This week there were a lot of call-in’s and scheduled vacations, so the coordinators were scrambling to cover call for the holiday weekend. It was getting close, and not enough volunteers, so they put everyone’s name in a hat and drew for call coverages. I took some of it so I wouldn’t be drawn, but somehow, I knew this would happen. I knew there’d be a case I couldn’t do, and it would cause a big bruhaha. I’ll probably hear about it when I get back on Tuesday, but what else could I do? When I called her back, I offered to come in, get the case ready, let the other nurse circulate while I got the next case ready. She deigned to acknowledge that this would be acceptable. Sorry she has a frustrating job, but ya know, don’t take it out on me, dammit.

In other news, YCU just called me and told me to go to the grocery store and pick up something to grill. I say what for? He tells me that he wants to have the Ex-Stepdad (who he’s not related to and supports a known felon) and the Common-Law Wife over for dinner, and another of his friends, who I actually like. I don’t want to have people over, I want my procrastinating ass husband to get off his ass and go buy paint and register at the Target with me!!! I don’t want to clean, I don’t want to be nice, and I don’t want to entertain people I don’t like and don’t want around! All he’s gonna do is drink all the beer, talk about things that make me uncomfortable (like the known felon) and allow his trashy wife to get stupid drunk. I don’t want to spend an evening doing anything with them, at all, ever. Annoying people are like strays. If you feed ’em, they’ll keep coming around.

{September 2, 2009}   I had the weirdest experience.

Today, I walked out in the holding room and caught the eye of a patient. He told me he was getting sick, and needed a puke bucket. No problem, I thought, and procured him one. I also grabbed a couple of alcohol swabbies and held them under his nose. Don’t ask me why it works, it just does. So I got to talking to him and he said, very matter-of-factly, “You’re a mother, aren’t you.” I told him I was about to be. He said “it’s a boy, huh?” Whoa. I hadn’t told him that. Then he went on to tell me how he knew how hard I’d prayed for a baby, and how this baby was gonna be the joy of my life. Ok, that wasn’t such a stretch, right? Then he started talking about my dogs, as if he lived in my house! Then, he said “And don’t worry about putting your husband on the back burner for awhile. He’ll be tickled pink and enjoy every minute of it. Some people are just born mothers, and some aren’t. You’re one of the ones who are. I noticed how you seem to be so at peace and happy, and I just knew that you’re with the man you’re meant to be with.” Now. I grew up in church and learned all about miracles and blessings. I’m not the best player on the team, but this was definitely a blessing. I just don’t see how he could have known all that about me without divine intervention. Absolutely everything he said was spot on!!! He even said that he didn’t know if he was meant to tell me all that or not, it just came to him. I didn’t know what else to say. I just told him that I’d grown up always hearing that there were blessings to be found everywhere. At this point, I was summoned back to work (and to quit running my mouth, cause, you know, I never do that) and had to put an end to the conversation. But it was absolutely, positively the single weirdest thing that has ever happened to me.

{September 1, 2009}   Question:

Why do my bladder and kidneys only want to work when I’m trying to sleep?
Why does my husband continually tromp around the house in his grass covered clothes and boots after I’ve just swept the floor?
Why have I developed a plantar’s wart on the bottom of my foot when I’m gaining weight and it hurts to walk on it?
Why does my podiatrist insist that I wait till after I deliver to take care of it?
Does he not know that I’ll be in stirrups soon (a lot) and that my nasty foot will be in a plethora of medical personnel’s faces?
Why do men think that putting a pot with a plate on it/lid on it/nothing on it in the fridge is an acceptable food storage method?
Why do men think a counter with drink circles, sticky stuff, and crumbs on it is considered clean?
(This is an old one) Why do men think that sex is the only reason we want to go to bed early?
And for the finale: Why does he get angry when I make the decision to go to Home Depot and look at paint samples without him, even though I’ve asked him to go no less than 5 times? It’s not like he hasn’t had opportunity.
Why do I always have to resort to threatening to do something myself before he gets off his ass to do it?

et cetera