since monday night, all of my conversations with jamie have begun with me saying "'ello 'ello" and him saying "'ello lovey" and then proceeding in british accents for a couple minutes.

man, i hate him. if by hate i mean love. and i do.

i've got ANOTHER doctor's appointment tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning. i had one yesterday too that lasted for FOUR HOURS. mostly just because my (several) doctors are self-involved idiots. this being because my ENT doctor knew i was going to need another CT scan to know how my sinusitis was progressing (that sounds wrong. i mean to say to see if it was going away.), and yet she didn't schedule me for one. so she schedules me for one when we GET there (around 10am, seeing as how we were waiting around for a good hour). yeah, CT scans get booked up pretty quick, so she says it's at 11:30. we were annoyed, seeing as how my mom was supposed to be at work at 10:30, which was WHY we booked the appointment for nine, and also because that was an hour and a half away. so we dicked around at botany pond, feeding croissants to the baby ducks. oh man, i just wanted to pop one of them in my mouth, they were so damn cute. i decided against it, however, seeing as how every time one of these two big white ducks came anywhere near them, the mother duck fucking flipped out and kicked their asses. so we get to the CT scan place at 11:15 and they tell us "you're an add-on, it'll be about an hour." BUT THEY TOLD US 11:30 AHHHHHH!! i get the scan an hour later, my doctor says i've still got a bunch of sinusitis, and that the recovery hasn't progressed as much as it SHOULD have because she never prescribed me any fucking nasal spray A FUCKING MONTH AGO. so here i am, having supposed to be taking nasal spray and allergy meds ALONG with my antibiotics for a MONTH now, and it's her goddamn fault. the plus side though is that she gave me five bottles of nasonex for free, along with like two months worth of allegra, and ALSO like a months worth of omnicef, which was one of the ones my mom was paying a hundred dollars a week for. so now our weekly walgreens visit has been reduced from two hundred dollars to one. not bad.

but now i have another goddamn appointment with my opthamologist tomorrow. (considering that i had orbital cellulitis, that meant i needed three different departments working on me. opthamology, for my eye; ears nose throat, for my sinuses; and infectious disease, for y'know... my infectious disease.) and it better not take as fucking long, because i picked up a shift for tomorrow night, five to close, and i want to get in a nap before i have to be there.

man do i ever hate the university of chicago hospitals. the doctors there are just as inconsiderate with their patients as they are when they order delivery from the medici. but that is an entirely different rant.

WE GOT TICKETS TO SEE WEEZER AND DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL IN JULY!! we being me, samantha and BEN!! (fud.diaryland.com) ben's gonna be visiting the chi around that time, so we bought him a ticket too! meeting ben will be like the coolest thing ever, i'm beyond excited. the powers of the internet, man, i swear to god.

david's sick. =( poor kid, he's already overworking himself and he's only had this job for a good week or two. i hope he eases up a bit, or he's gonna have a really long, really crappy summer. as soon as he's feeling better i'm gonna have a really low-key hangout with him. tv, movies, video games, and junk food. that should be fun.

now i'm gonna go shower, because i know for a fact i won't want to at eight in the morning tomorrow.

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