Final Hopsicle Update?
Aug. 27th, 2009 04:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hector_rashbaumI've got a killer migraine 'cause Tiffany's mom had the fluorescent lights on in here all day (we've been just using ~natural light~ from the giant-ass window, but, y'know, crossword puzzles trump unending misery) and Tiffany went too long without pain meds so it's a straight-up pity party in here.
When Dr. CrazyHair stopped by this morning he said he'd be back between 3 and 4 to (probably) discharge her. At quarter after 4 the nurse seemed surprised he hadn't been in yet, said it should be any minute. It's now 10 of 5 and no sign of him. Which, y'know, take your fucking time, CrazyHair, it's only a three hour drive home (assuming we don't have to drive really slow for Tiffany).
I'm mostly annoyed because I'd planned to go home today whether or not she got discharged - her sister flew up, so now it wouldn't just be her mother trying to handle all this alone, and I am kind of at the end of what I can handle for crappy sleep and spending all day in one room watching someone suffer. Had he come in on time, I would've been able to call home and seen what I could work out for a ride, but it's way too late now to ask my dad to do a six-hour round trip (he would totally do it, which is why I'm not even going to ask. His inability to say "no" is kind of awesome sometimes and kind of a pain others). So. Who knows.
But in all likelihood, discharge as soon as Dr. Considerate CrazyHair gets here to give her one last once-over and take out the stitches in her lip. If he ever decides to do so. I miss my Jonas bed. And I know my mom wants me home, when I texted her with an update last night she replied insisting I must be getting low on clothes (yes, but everything still has at least one wear in it) and money (not really), and keeps telling me how much the cats miss me.
This has been really good for my writing, though. I get a lot done when I really, really need to send my brain somewhere else.
When Dr. CrazyHair stopped by this morning he said he'd be back between 3 and 4 to (probably) discharge her. At quarter after 4 the nurse seemed surprised he hadn't been in yet, said it should be any minute. It's now 10 of 5 and no sign of him. Which, y'know, take your fucking time, CrazyHair, it's only a three hour drive home (assuming we don't have to drive really slow for Tiffany).
I'm mostly annoyed because I'd planned to go home today whether or not she got discharged - her sister flew up, so now it wouldn't just be her mother trying to handle all this alone, and I am kind of at the end of what I can handle for crappy sleep and spending all day in one room watching someone suffer. Had he come in on time, I would've been able to call home and seen what I could work out for a ride, but it's way too late now to ask my dad to do a six-hour round trip (he would totally do it, which is why I'm not even going to ask. His inability to say "no" is kind of awesome sometimes and kind of a pain others). So. Who knows.
But in all likelihood, discharge as soon as Dr. Considerate CrazyHair gets here to give her one last once-over and take out the stitches in her lip. If he ever decides to do so. I miss my Jonas bed. And I know my mom wants me home, when I texted her with an update last night she replied insisting I must be getting low on clothes (yes, but everything still has at least one wear in it) and money (not really), and keeps telling me how much the cats miss me.
This has been really good for my writing, though. I get a lot done when I really, really need to send my brain somewhere else.
