Ministry, Revolting Cocks.
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verushka70I don't think this Cymbalta is working anymore. Or else PMS is capable of trumping better living through chemistry. Or else my depression is just tougher than the drug.
I have tickets to see Ministry with Revolting Cocks and Pitbull Daycare tonight at HOB (Chicago). But I've got no one to go with. My oldest sister bailed on me even though she already said she would go (she's got a wedding to go to) and none of my other sisters or friends either (1) can go or (2) want to go. And the show is not sold out, so I doubt I can get my money back. I doubt Ticketbastard will let me sell the tickets back to them -- since I didn't buy them originally (my brother sold them to me; he preferred to see Nine Inch Nails and Bauhaus tonight). Sigh. If I can't sell them back, I'm out $100.
My mom's hair is starting to fall out. Her next chemo treatment is Monday. I hope this Reglan drug she's on will do the trick and prevent the nausea. The last chemo treatment, she was sick for days. We're supposed to go wig shopping some time this weekend, but with my other sister coming in from Wisconsin, I don't know how we'll fit it in before the next chemo treatment Monday.
If the Reglan doesn't work, I'm giving my mom some of my pot. I'm just gonna brew her tea with it. Fuck it. The oncology doc said he's got no objection to marijuana; said so in one of the family meeting appointments. Maybe a plant humans have been using for probably thousands of years will do what all the Rx drugs haven't, so far.
I think I got an A in my LPN class. When I totaled up all my test and nursing care plan scores, I got 92, and 92-100 is an A. But official grades won't be posted 'til... I think 8/1/06. So I won't know for certain for another month.
I applied for 9 jobs at three hospitals two weeks ago -- all patient care tech or patient companion jobs. (Despite having finished the LPN class, I can't be hired as "LPN license pending" until after 8/1, when the class and all clinicals are officially over. Yeah, 3 weeks 'til I start the 2nd year of nursing school. Kinda pointless to get hired then, but...)
No one has contacted me about my applications for any of the jobs. I really, really, really don't want to work in a nursing home... especially one of those horrible chain companies that hires LPNs to do RN work and pay them only LPN wages. But that may be my only option.
I have an exam Wednesday 7/5 for this online Med/Surg IV class I'm taking. I really don't feel prepared but I've never taken an online class before. And I don't think I will again. I prefer having to show up to class and have a teacher lecture & explain. (God, I sure never thought I'd say that.)
I suppose I should go back to more reading on central venous catheters, hemodynamic monitoring, community-based nursing, TB, and communicable disease, now.
Riiiiight.... I managed to spend a day and a half reading The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus. What a sad, sad book. I mean, scathing, too -- and at times, laugh-out-loud viciously funny. But ultimately sad. After I finished the book, what I felt was sad for the little boy and the nanny. The nanny is an adult; she'll get over being badly treated. The little boy probably won't. God, how cruel and narcissistically abusive people like Mrs. X and her husband are -- not only to their help, the only sane people, but to their own kids. And that's the moneyed class our dear president is from (the Bushes were originally east coast wealth, not down-home Texans). That explains so much.
Well, as one of my only beloved (and not weird -- and long dead) Indiana cousins used to say, "Aren't I a joypot."
I have tickets to see Ministry with Revolting Cocks and Pitbull Daycare tonight at HOB (Chicago). But I've got no one to go with. My oldest sister bailed on me even though she already said she would go (she's got a wedding to go to) and none of my other sisters or friends either (1) can go or (2) want to go. And the show is not sold out, so I doubt I can get my money back. I doubt Ticketbastard will let me sell the tickets back to them -- since I didn't buy them originally (my brother sold them to me; he preferred to see Nine Inch Nails and Bauhaus tonight). Sigh. If I can't sell them back, I'm out $100.
My mom's hair is starting to fall out. Her next chemo treatment is Monday. I hope this Reglan drug she's on will do the trick and prevent the nausea. The last chemo treatment, she was sick for days. We're supposed to go wig shopping some time this weekend, but with my other sister coming in from Wisconsin, I don't know how we'll fit it in before the next chemo treatment Monday.
If the Reglan doesn't work, I'm giving my mom some of my pot. I'm just gonna brew her tea with it. Fuck it. The oncology doc said he's got no objection to marijuana; said so in one of the family meeting appointments. Maybe a plant humans have been using for probably thousands of years will do what all the Rx drugs haven't, so far.
I think I got an A in my LPN class. When I totaled up all my test and nursing care plan scores, I got 92, and 92-100 is an A. But official grades won't be posted 'til... I think 8/1/06. So I won't know for certain for another month.
I applied for 9 jobs at three hospitals two weeks ago -- all patient care tech or patient companion jobs. (Despite having finished the LPN class, I can't be hired as "LPN license pending" until after 8/1, when the class and all clinicals are officially over. Yeah, 3 weeks 'til I start the 2nd year of nursing school. Kinda pointless to get hired then, but...)
No one has contacted me about my applications for any of the jobs. I really, really, really don't want to work in a nursing home... especially one of those horrible chain companies that hires LPNs to do RN work and pay them only LPN wages. But that may be my only option.
I have an exam Wednesday 7/5 for this online Med/Surg IV class I'm taking. I really don't feel prepared but I've never taken an online class before. And I don't think I will again. I prefer having to show up to class and have a teacher lecture & explain. (God, I sure never thought I'd say that.)
I suppose I should go back to more reading on central venous catheters, hemodynamic monitoring, community-based nursing, TB, and communicable disease, now.
Riiiiight.... I managed to spend a day and a half reading The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus. What a sad, sad book. I mean, scathing, too -- and at times, laugh-out-loud viciously funny. But ultimately sad. After I finished the book, what I felt was sad for the little boy and the nanny. The nanny is an adult; she'll get over being badly treated. The little boy probably won't. God, how cruel and narcissistically abusive people like Mrs. X and her husband are -- not only to their help, the only sane people, but to their own kids. And that's the moneyed class our dear president is from (the Bushes were originally east coast wealth, not down-home Texans). That explains so much.
Well, as one of my only beloved (and not weird -- and long dead) Indiana cousins used to say, "Aren't I a joypot."
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Date: 2006-07-06 01:46 am (UTC)Woo. (blushing happily) Thank you for the compliments.
Sadly, no, although there are some Squidge stories I wrote under the pseud Surfgirl that I'm told are hot. They're all rated NC-17 or Adult. And all are, with rare exceptions, Fraser/RayK.
Thank you so much. And thanks for the fb.
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Date: 2006-07-06 06:38 pm (UTC)Oh, greatness, I'll go looking for those soon.