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CoH: Feh; Doctor: Good

Well, I managed to get Bone a pip of XP earlier today after posting the fic, and so I figured I'd try again tonight. Teamed w/Pyro and he got me another pip of XP, and then I tried three different times to play the game after he left. Toly was having trouble too, so we figure it's server issues rather than just me. Every time, locked completely up. So no leveling anytime at night, looks like. >:/

So, I might work on the fics or something instead. I don't want to burnout on them, but I don't feel like Sims 2 right now either.

The new doctor was extremely cool. I liked her right away. I hope this means she'll be a good replacement for the one who went to New Mexico. ^_^ She gave me another cough syrup (looks suspiciously like the one I've already got) and a nose spray. The spray is for the fluid in my ears. Undoubtedly there's medical logic to that one. Anyway, I'll do the spray just before bed and we'll see how it goes. The doctor said it might take a week or two to clear up all the fluid. At least this explains why I feel deaf in one ear. She also told me to stop popping my ears, which of course suddenly becomes the "don't think of a pink elephant" problem. ;)

Getting to the new doctor's office, though, was enraging. I printed off directions from We Really Suxxor And Don't Care Mapquest and left in plenty of time to travel 11 miles. Unfortunately, I'm not very familiar with Palm Bay, and despite the fact that it has now been SIX EFFIN' MONTHS at least since the hurricanes, the street signs are not back up. I kid you not. So I missed "the big intersection with the Publix grocery store" (mom's directions) because I was expecting a really huge intersection and the store was set back off the road, went far out of my way, had to turn around.

Then I drove a bit. Crapquest's directions stated "turn right on Armory and then right on Culver." While looking for Armory, I noticed the street sign for Culver dangling down; Culver is to my right. But I can't get there now, I'm in the wrong lane. So I figure I'll try the next turn and come back. But of course the next *(&%^$% turn leads to the interstate!

By this time I was so angry I was yelling and crying and very glad that my mom was babysitting the kids. Yes, I cry when I get intensely angry and/or frustrated. I suspect it has to do with my rage at not being able to do anything much about the situation. Anyway, I had to go to the next exit to turn around, then come back, find Culver again, and finally get there... 15 minutes after they asked me to arrive. Mind you, I left home at 3:30 and it was now 4:15. For 11 miles.

Incidentally, you couldn't leave the office by the way you came in. It emptied onto Culver, but Culver did not permit turning back onto the street you'd arrived from. So I took the Interstate back north until I hit the exit closest to my house and went home from there.


The kids had fun at the folks' house, though, got very tired and ate pretty well. I may just call it an early night, now that I think on it; I stayed up too late last night and I'm tired now at 9:30ish. So we'll see.

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redwolf
Feb. 8th, 2005 06:35 pm (UTC)
The ears, nose and throat are connected. Clearing your ears while sick can force gunk and infection from your nose into them. The things you learn from Scuba diving.
laridian
Feb. 8th, 2005 06:37 pm (UTC)
Well, I knew they were all connected; just wasn't sure how a nasal spray would affect anything in there. Now I know. ^_^ Wish it'd just been wax buildup; that would've been so much simpler.
bekscilla
Feb. 8th, 2005 10:07 pm (UTC)
Ooooh, that makes all kinds of sense.

I'm having fun with the tear ducts being connected to your throat right now - eye drops taste awful!
laridian
Feb. 9th, 2005 04:07 am (UTC)
Ew! Man, I hadn't even thought of that. With the nose spray they just said "take dainty ladylike sniffs so it doesn't go down your throat and you swallow it."
bekscilla
Feb. 9th, 2005 12:30 pm (UTC)
I loved the eye doctor's response about it too - "oh yeah, a lot of people say that. Just press your tear duct while you're doing it, so it doesn't go down there".

Trying to hold open my eye, and press the tear duct *and* insert the drops lasted all of 3 applications :P

I've got nose spray that ends up down my throat, too. Eeww
laridian
Feb. 9th, 2005 12:47 pm (UTC)
I can't do eye drops at all. TO do them, I have to lie flat on my back and force my eye open so that some of the drops will get in my eye. The best way to do this is with both hands, 'cause my eyes squinch shut (they know what's comin'!). Needless to say, i've learned how to get along without eyedrops. ;)

Funnily enough, contacts give me no problem at all. I suspect it's because contacts are inserted "from below" whereas eyedrops come down "from above". But who knows? ^_~
bekscilla
Feb. 9th, 2005 02:23 pm (UTC)
I know what you mean! You'd think, after 2 months with at least 4 drops a day, I'd be used to it, but I still squirm and jump when I do it!
saintnicster
Feb. 8th, 2005 08:35 pm (UTC)
yay for finally getting that last hostage! I'm glad I was able to help a little
laridian
Feb. 9th, 2005 04:05 am (UTC)
I just hope I was able to help you. :) Man, flying all over that map... at least you found him in the end. ^_^
bekscilla
Feb. 8th, 2005 10:08 pm (UTC)
I cry when I get angry too, especially if it's a driving situation.
laridian
Feb. 9th, 2005 04:07 am (UTC)
So you know exactly what I mean. :) Yeah, I think it's all about the frustration involved. (...as I head down the interstate on 1/4 tank of gas and yelling at Mapquest, the city of Palm Bay, and anyone who gets in my way. ^^;; )
bekscilla
Feb. 9th, 2005 01:33 pm (UTC)
That's it - the frustration that the situation is like it is, the lack of control you have over it. Argh!
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