This is a combined response-
Nurse McDreamy was sweet. I wasn’t so certain talking on such a personal level to a client was such a good thing but then I guess it was hospital practice cause a tech/nurse/whatever that broke up w/ her boyfriend did too. Some stuff about him I didn’t blog about for the sake of keeping the entry less than novel length but all in all he seems like a nice guy, seems sweet, lives virtually around the corner. His main “flaw” is that he’s a he.
I don’t want to have to be flown to a hospital if I need to go. I don’t want to be so far away from everything that I need a passport just to get to the nearest hospital ya know. Nor do I want people to have to backpack to get to me. In other words, I too like the country not the outback.
The jackass that was so upset about the dye is just that, a jackass. He forgot the human aspect of his job. I got lucky w/ Dr. House though. She was cool. That’s really her name, Dr. House. I tell ya, I thought that was the funniest thing…unfunny is that the hospital cafeteria refused to serve liver pâté on brioche after 11PM. WTF?
I’m home, resting up, sipping tea, coughing up things and such… No therapy for me today. I need a bit more time before stepping out into the world. So, for now it’s just me, the sheets, 2 cats and Cappy. My vacation was soooo not supposed to go like this dang it!
Glad you are home and feeling better. The real question - did you tell McDreamy and House your blog address?
Yes, inquiring minds want to know: did you, or didn’t you?
That’s the question? Tell us about McDreamy? That’s what your inquiring minds want to know? You’re supposed to ask, “oh how are you? did you get the Rum Raisin ice cream I sent?” and “How was the chicken soup I mailed to you on time?” Not, so tell us about McDreamy…even though I tossed you crumbs you’re still supposed to follow protocol and ask about my health and give all kinds of “oh you poor thing, how do you manage?” And then when I feel I’ve teased enough and tossed enough crumbs about McDreamy then and only then am I to tell you all that no, I didn’t give him my number nor did I give him my blog address and no I didn’t tell Dr. House where to find the entry saying I couldn’t believe I got a doc w/ that name. Then we go right back to, “how did you enjoy your warm blankets? Can I get you anything? We still have the plane chartered for another 3 days would you like us to bring you more ice cream?” That’s when I say, “Oh no, don’t worry about me. I’ll manage.” That’s when I wipe my sweaty brow and fall back onto the loveseat. Now that is how this is supposed to play out so dang it, follow protocol.
Me
Crud, I can’t do anything right. I suppose Enola will blame her lack of protocol on being with child; I have no such excuse. However, in my own defense (Enola’s a lawyer, so she can defend herself if need be), let me say that I have never received homemade chicken soup from you or anyone else, let alone ice cream. As for cake, let’s not even go there, don’t get me started on that line of thought.
Anyways, I was just following Enola’s lead in all this. Since she didn’t inquire into your health, I thought it best to take my cues from her. So in summation, let me say that none of this is my fault, Enola did it, I’m not responsible for my own actions.
Insincerely Yours,
Beauty aka Compulsive Liar
Objection!!!
Sustained!!! No fair blaming it on me. I’ll skip the “with child” excuse and go straight for the out of town all weekend, came home to find computer had malfunctioned. Luckily Dell sent me the new part, and with their instructional call on Friday, I should be up and running at home.
So, how are you feeling?
hey Julie,
I’m alive and feisty as ever