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Late night, and weekend catchup.
Feb. 25th, 2004 11:01 amYeah, yeah, lots to get caught up on.
Olwyn called me last night at 9 and asked for a ride to the emergency room; she'd nuked her back but good and Ellesbeth hadda stay with Mary. So I crawled my butt out to the car and took her to St. Luke's. Turned out she'd hurt _exactly_ the part I usually pull on my back, so I'm half wondering if maybe that's not why my back has been achy and nothing worked to fix it...but I dunno.
I _hate_ emergency rooms. Full of hurting unhappy people I _can't_fix_.
Note that what with one thing and another, I hadn't actually eaten dinner at this point, either...yeah, I know, but Lewis and Tim and I were having a discussion I really didn't want to wander out of.
So what with one thing and another, I delivered Olwyn home with a prescription for a muscle relaxant and another for Vicodin around one, crawled my butt back home, ate nuked leftover spaghetti and cookiesanmilk in front of the computer, and fell into bed. Slept well, despite Lewis being away (did I mention they told him Monday afternoon that he was flying down to Portsmouth _Tuesday_ and not coming back until Friday...?).
Really scattered entry. Sorry.
Had a few realizations over the weekend, though. Friday, while at work, I realized the value of continuing to work for my mom despite frustration, a long commute, and crap pay - it's a place where I feel totally comfortable and _competent_. I know what I'm doing when I'm there. That's a really cool thing.
Also I realized that one of the things I said in my last entry weren't quite true - I have a bunch of friends I've known for longer than two years, but they're all Atlantian heralds. (Yes, even Devora; she finally gave in and got a warrant.) So there's another group of friends entirely - another group of frighteningly competent people who'd go to the ends of the earth to help their friends.
It's a damned good feeling.
And Evan's Pelicanning was lovely. :)
Olwyn called me last night at 9 and asked for a ride to the emergency room; she'd nuked her back but good and Ellesbeth hadda stay with Mary. So I crawled my butt out to the car and took her to St. Luke's. Turned out she'd hurt _exactly_ the part I usually pull on my back, so I'm half wondering if maybe that's not why my back has been achy and nothing worked to fix it...but I dunno.
I _hate_ emergency rooms. Full of hurting unhappy people I _can't_fix_.
Note that what with one thing and another, I hadn't actually eaten dinner at this point, either...yeah, I know, but Lewis and Tim and I were having a discussion I really didn't want to wander out of.
So what with one thing and another, I delivered Olwyn home with a prescription for a muscle relaxant and another for Vicodin around one, crawled my butt back home, ate nuked leftover spaghetti and cookiesanmilk in front of the computer, and fell into bed. Slept well, despite Lewis being away (did I mention they told him Monday afternoon that he was flying down to Portsmouth _Tuesday_ and not coming back until Friday...?).
Really scattered entry. Sorry.
Had a few realizations over the weekend, though. Friday, while at work, I realized the value of continuing to work for my mom despite frustration, a long commute, and crap pay - it's a place where I feel totally comfortable and _competent_. I know what I'm doing when I'm there. That's a really cool thing.
Also I realized that one of the things I said in my last entry weren't quite true - I have a bunch of friends I've known for longer than two years, but they're all Atlantian heralds. (Yes, even Devora; she finally gave in and got a warrant.) So there's another group of friends entirely - another group of frighteningly competent people who'd go to the ends of the earth to help their friends.
It's a damned good feeling.
And Evan's Pelicanning was lovely. :)
