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For a while, I was like "this could be feasible"... then I hit The Princess. XD
September 8th, 2004
For a while, I was like "this could be feasible"... then I hit The Princess. XD
It appears that his nail is infected, they need to take him in for a small surgery tomorrow! :(
While they're soing that, they're going to clip his nails too. They're long enough as it is.
Poor guy. I hope everything goes well tomorrow.
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It appears that there's some new form of Health Care starting up here (LHINs?) basically allowing them to decide where you go and keep in communication with your local doctor, hospital, and specialists. Might be good, might be bad, but it sounds like it's to make sure everything isn't abused. I just hope they don't keep sending people around like they are currently.
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When my Dad tries to help, he just gets angry, so why the fuck does he bother even attempting to help? He asks why I didn't call Rogers or Bell today after he told me to this morning. Well, um, there's this thing called WORK and I don't like calling business from work because I'm spending corporate time to do shit like that. He asks me what the number is for the condo place so that I can book the loading dock, and I don't know that, 'cause, well, I haven't had to deal with them yet. And geez, he has the nerve to get angry with me because I decide not to call people the exact moment he fucking tells me to and I'm just ready to drive out there myself just to get seven lousy fucking digits. I appreciate his concern, but I just don't predict that we'll be "shit out of luck" when it comes to an hour or two on the loading dock.
Fuck, I'll just call the lawyer tomorrow and have him get the number for me. I can do without the Internet and phone for a day or so, y'know.
EDIT: As morbid as it seems, reading the backlog of Chopping Block is really cheering me up. XD
While they're soing that, they're going to clip his nails too. They're long enough as it is.
Poor guy. I hope everything goes well tomorrow.
~~~
It appears that there's some new form of Health Care starting up here (LHINs?) basically allowing them to decide where you go and keep in communication with your local doctor, hospital, and specialists. Might be good, might be bad, but it sounds like it's to make sure everything isn't abused. I just hope they don't keep sending people around like they are currently.
~~~
When my Dad tries to help, he just gets angry, so why the fuck does he bother even attempting to help? He asks why I didn't call Rogers or Bell today after he told me to this morning. Well, um, there's this thing called WORK and I don't like calling business from work because I'm spending corporate time to do shit like that. He asks me what the number is for the condo place so that I can book the loading dock, and I don't know that, 'cause, well, I haven't had to deal with them yet. And geez, he has the nerve to get angry with me because I decide not to call people the exact moment he fucking tells me to and I'm just ready to drive out there myself just to get seven lousy fucking digits. I appreciate his concern, but I just don't predict that we'll be "shit out of luck" when it comes to an hour or two on the loading dock.
Fuck, I'll just call the lawyer tomorrow and have him get the number for me. I can do without the Internet and phone for a day or so, y'know.
EDIT: As morbid as it seems, reading the backlog of Chopping Block is really cheering me up. XD
