Tuesday, May 30, 2006
a little help
back from meeting with marsha. she asked when my next pdoc appt was. when i told her, she said she was going to call the pdoc directly and get me a sooner appt. we also made plans to meet next week instead of waiting til the week after. and i'm going to go into the office over the weekend.
i stopped on the way back home to write a rubber check for some cigarettes and sleeping pills. it may not bounce. i may be able to deposit my ssi check before it gets back to the bank. that would be good. d'oh.
i have an annoying headache. probably dehydrated from the damned weather. i should have gotten the a/c in the car fixed last summer when i could afford it. but no, i put it off. now i wish that i hadn't.
i guess spy squid didn't find out anything. i never heard from her.
it was nice to see marsha. she's the one who doesn't talk to me the whole visit. she gives me time to talk. can make for some uncomfortable silences though.
i wish i'd been able to buy blades today. but i thought it would have looked funny showing up at the check out with sleeping pills and razor blades. i didn't have the nerve to do it. plus i had a short sleeved shirt on so my scars were there for all the world to see. it was just too damned hot to put my long sleeved shirt on. i'd have expired half way into town. which, depending on your perspective, could be a good or a bad thing.
i guess i'm going to have to ask my nephew to help me put in the air conditioner in the window. i've thought of trying to do myself. when i bought it, i got it in from the car all by myself. don't know how i did it. even with two people it's damned heavy. anyway, i've thought of doing it myself but i'm afraid i'll drop it out the window.
my nephew (same one) lived at an inn for a while and the innkeeper was taking an a/c out of the third floor window when he lost control of it and out of the window it went. got stuck in a tree. don't know how they got it down. kinda funny if you weren't the innkeeper.
when i worked in sales, (forgive me if i've already told this story), a woman called to say that there was something wrong with her a/c. it wasn't working. come to find out, she had it on her kitchen table. d'oh!!!!! she must have felt so stupid.
Posted by Lisa ::
4:08 PM ::
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