I've gotta change my banner. Have some GREAT artwork I want to use but no scanner *sobs*. So...I'll have to make do with what I have, coupled with my mad PSP skillz.
Work was again torturous trying to simply stay awake. Got a call from my military buddy, who's visiting his mom in Georgia, asking if he can come take me to lunch.
Er...lunch at my company lasts 45 minutes, tops. Okay it could last longer, but I choose to leave earlier. So I told him it wouldn't be worth it to show up for 45 minutes, and he argued that it would, that he misses me...ummm okay, and that he wants to see me ASAP.
I DON'T GET IT.
Really. I don't. I think he's just REAL bored, and I'm his best option or something. Still...I've got the 411 on his intentions, and there'll be no joy in that department. He knows this, and yet still...*shakes head.*
The sleep thing. Gotta be a solution for it. Maybe if I took my meds earlier? I dunno. Right now, I could pass slap out. Yet all night, I'll be up and down (and not in the fun way ;p). Grrr.
Was ALL KINDS of psyched about stopping on my way home from work to pick up riblettes with wedding bands and fries; BUT OH NOES, I LEFT MY DEBIT CARD ON MY BED. GGGGGGGGREAT. Of course, I neglected groceries because of Kelsey being gone...so I'm kinda stuck, unless I choose take-out. Ugh. I seriously don't remember the ride HOME; so driving just to fetch food is OUT. Maybe not eating consistently is making me sleepy? Nah. If that was true, this would've happened sooner.
I only spoke with ONE PERSON the entire day. Sadly, it was the um...woman who just got off "medical" leave, looking for -- yuppppp -- drugs. OMG. I could've SWORN she went through rehab. And if she didn't, she needs to. She comes walking up to my desk, like I HAVE SERIOUS NARCOTICS WITH ME, saying "I'm begging you to help me", shaking and crying. I told her I'd be MORE than happy to drive her to rehab. She said no, for the pain. WHAT PAIN? DETOX is MUCH MORE painful than what she's got going on. In fact, it's more painful than what I'VE got going on. Now that I think about it, detoxing off any long-term medication is the worst feeling IN THE WORLD PERIOD. She started crying more, and I'm sorry, but I just DON'T FEEL SORRY FOR HER NOW. When she first came back at the beginning of the week, she was all bouncy/happy; now she's shaking, crying and swearing she's not detoxing. I'm sorry; but if you take three oxycontin a day (max dosage), and then take MORE than you're supposed to, run out a week or more early, you will detox. It's that simple. How many times have I lectured her? How many times have I pled with her to try the patch instead??? She says that she's reluctant to try it "because it might not work as well." Um...she's right. It won't give her a buzz, but it WILL kill any/all serious pain she has. Unbelievable. The gist of her coming to my office was to get a patch from me, like (a) I carry them around as you would a bottle of pills, (b) would give her one that would throw ME OFF a day, requiring either an early (and impossible)refill or YUP...DETOX; and (c) hoping that I could refer her to ANOTHER DOCTOR. She's freakin' doctor shopping again. I've already RUINED any referrals to a friend and my cousin by her abusing them. Not going to do it ever again, and told her this...again. When -- and ONLY WHEN -- I told her that I didn't carry the patches around, she started crying, and I said "you realize you were fine until I told you I had no drugs; are you still going to try and convince me you're not detoxing?" I'm sure she was angry. But OMG. GET HELP. She's going to flat-out lose her job. Our new oberubervisor doesn't really know the "history" of her "medical leave" (in fact, I don't think anyone does); but if it happens again, I seriously doubt the company will feel any love here. Just a messed up situation.
While I'm glad that co-workers come to me for help, this is ONE CASE I wish they wouldn't, like I have the answers to EVERYthing, can help in ANY situation, know when it's gonna rain, know what it'll do NEXT WEEK, and be able to explain why the server is down again in a single bound.
I can't. SO HUSHHHHHHH.
Plus I'm sleepy, and dealing with my OWN pain. While I'm really good at hiding what ails me to the G.P., all it takes is a handful of incidents to set me in motion.Then, it's um...not pretty. So I had to get out of there. AND NO RIBLETTES FOR ME. Gaaaaads I wanna cry. Or sleep.
Okay, now I'm feeling all guilty and bad for my co-worker. No, no I cannot. WILL not. She needs real help; and in this case, really helping her means trying to get the help she needs versus the help she WANTS.
But YAY! 32 MORE ICONS! 32 MORE BUTT PICS!!
I'm teasing. :>