Jeepers creepers, where'd I get these peepers?

good times, good times

On January 21, David and I celebrated our 1 year anniversary.  Wow, huh?

We're agreed that it doesn't feel like a year since we only see each other on the weekends (although that will be changing soon).

Anyway, we had a very yummy dinner and drinks at Dave & Buster's and played games until 1 in the morning.  We killed zombies, David flew a plane, we played virtual bowling, I kicked his ass at air hockey twice, played this incredibly boring horse racing game, played Mario Bros. battle, played Centipede, etc.

We had a really good time.  Especially after they kicked out all the kids at 9.  :D

I scream, you scream, we all scream for EYE SCREAM

Queen of the E.R.

Seriously, I'm gonna make them put a throne for me in every frickin emergency room in Austin.  As much time as I spend in them between myself, my dad and Jenny, I need a comfy chair.  

The scoop is that the day before yesterday, my dad began to complain of a toothache.  Yesterday morning, he went to the dentist who said he had an infected tooth.  They gave him a numbing shot and a prescription for antibiotics and sent him on his way.

By the time I showed up at my parents' house for dinner, his jaw was quite swollen.  It looked like he had a golf ball under the skin.  After about an hour, it had doubled in size and Dad decided he needed to go to the emergency room because he couldn't swallow and his breathing was a bit constricted.

Let me just say that South Austin Medical Center is the nastiest hospital in Austin.  Unlike North Austin Medical (my fave... lol) or Seton, etc., South Austin Med is dingy and gross.  They are also the most understaffed, so we sat in the waiting room for two hours before they even did his triage.

In the meantime, I got my eyeballs seared by one lady's severe body odor.  Had this almost albino looking guy (reminiscent of Whitey in Me, Myself & Irene) talk my ear off for an hour complaining of bronchitis (but never coughed once - felt like telling him to suck it up, go home, take some Nyquil and go to bed).  Watched a lady in plaid pajama pants, a dirty t-shirt, baseball cap, gigantic sunglasses and sequined, high heeled sandals run around telling everyone she had a staff infection and not to come near her and to wash their hands.

So they finally get Dad back to an exam room at the third hour.  It's another hour before he ever sees a doctor.  They give him an IV and pump him full of antibiotics and pain meds, which knocks him out.  While he's blissfully sleeping, Mom and I sit there twiddling our thumbs and chatting while we listen to the psychotic lady next door scream at every nurse who walks by that she wants to go outside to smoke a cigarette.

Eventually, she is screaming and yelling and cursing so much that they bring in the security guard, give her a shot of something to sedate her and restrain her to her bed.

The quiet didn't last long.  She woke and started yelling again.  The nurse is very calm and patient with her.  Tries to tell her to calm down and stop shouting, etc.  Psycho Lady screams at her that she wants a goddamn cigarette NOW and what the fuck is that smell?  It stinks, it stinks so bad, blah blah blah.  Nice Nurse tells her that the smell is her own feces.  Psycho Lady screams that it's not and why can't she go out to have a cigarette?!  Nice Nurse explains that it's because Psycho Lady is very ill, she has a brain tumor, and she needs to stay in her room.  Psycho Lady launches into a massive tirade that goes something like "BULLSHIT, I don't have a fucking brain tumor.  What the fuck are you talking about?  You're a goddamned liar.  I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me.  I'm leaving.  You fucking people are liars.  I want a cigarette.  Why are you lying to me?  I don't have no goddamned tumor."  Etc. etc. etc.

Nice nurse gives Psycho Lady another shot and there is silence for another 30 minutes.  In the meantime, Dad continues to snore and our nurse continues to ignore us.

After 30 minutes, Psycho Lady is screaming bloody murder because they are trying to give her an IV.  This rant goes something like "OW, OW, THAT HURTS.  YOU'RE KILLING ME.  OWWWW.  WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?  OW OW OWWWW.  STOP KILLING ME.  TAKE THAT FUCKING NEEDLE OUT OF ARM.  IT HURTS.  IT HURTS.  OWOWOWOW.  YOU'RE KILLING ME.  I'M DYING.  STOP TRYING TO KILL ME."

In the middle of this, Dad wakes up and asks for something to drink.  I look out and see that there aren't any nurses around.  I peek around the corner and look into Psycho Lady's room and every nurse in the ward is in there trying to calm her, restrain her, and get the IV needle in place.

I tell Dad what's going on and he asks if I can go get a 7-Up from the vending machine.  I go through the rigamarole of getting to the vending machine (because of the part of town the hospital is in and the crime rate around there, you can't get through a single door without asking some kind of staff member to beep you through) and getting him a soda.

He immediately takes a huge drink.  This instantaneously pisses me off because he has been saying for about 7 hours that he can't swallow.  Nancy boy.  As Mom would say, "He's such-a-na!"  This is her gibberish way of calling people names without actually calling them a name.  You know she's really ticked if she actually completes her sentence.  For example, you know she's mad at Erma if she says "She's such-a-na- bitch."

Anyway...  eventually the doctor and Dad decide that he needs to stay there and Mom and I finally get to make our grand escape.  I take her home, call Dad's job and leave a message that he's in the hospital, go over some papers with Mom so that she understands what she has to do when she calls to check on Dad (they have this whole patient passcode system), drive 30 minutes back to my apartment, realize it's after 3 in the morning, pet Stevie for a moment and give her some treats, stumble to my bedroom, and I'm out almost before my head hits the pillow.

That was my grand adventure for the night. 

random crap cuz I'm bored bored bored bored

Last Friday, I got flowers at work from D, who was trying to cheer me up cuz I had an exceptionally craptastic week.  Jen got all choked up about it.

Mr. Teas accused me of lying about my vacation and sick time used so far this year.  -That- old crook questions -my- integrity?!?!?  We duked it out and now he's in butt kissing mode, which I find distasteful.  Just apologize for making a mistake and go back to being your usual, crotchety self!

Tagless shirts are great unless they're the kind with the tag in the side that pokes and tickles you.  I find that far more aggravating than the tag at the top.

Just finished reading Gaiman's American Gods.  Basically about old gods from all over the world that have aspects of themselves in the US brought by immigrants and whatnot.  The new gods of technology, automobiles, television, etc., want to wipe out the old gods.  Interesting stuff.

Now reading Bone Parade (I forget the author's name) which is about a reknowned sculptor who is a serial killer who uses his victims corpses in his bronze sculptures.  It's decent so far.  I like the shift in perspective.  Third person for the heroine, first person for the villian.

Roger scared the bejeebers out of me today.  I came back to the office from running errands and he popped out of the kitchen and yelled, which made me jump and nearly drop my cell phone.  I'm going to have to plot some revenge.

Thinking about getting another tattoo, but have absolutely no idea what I want to get.  Suggestions are welcome.

I'm having serious difficulty keeping my eyes open at my desk right now.  I've had so much caffeine that I should be bouncing off the walls, but my lids keep sliiiiding down.

On that boring note to end this boring blog, I think I'll go slip into a coma now.  :)