Kadiera's Playground Cute but Evil - it averages out

kwame kilpatric text messages as madlibs for the win.

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I was supposed to get a massage at 6 last night. I arrived at 5:45. It took them until almost 6:30 for all three people at the reception desk to figure out who I was, why I was there, and then decide that my massage therapist wasn't there and didn't know she had appointments today. In the meanwhile, I'd watched 45 minutes of chaos as they tried to figure out who was in the waiting room, and where the patients on their check-in list actually were (it's a physical therapy type office). They also ran out of treatment rooms, sent some patients to do their exercises *before* their treatments, and then those same patients came back to the waiting room, and still had to wait for rooms.

This post is rather self-centered; if that's a problem skip on to something else :-)

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I am feeling somewhat better. Not perfect, and there really aren't *good* days yet, but there are a hell of a lot fewer bad days.

Therapy is...odd. I think she's still trying to grasp the insanity that is my life, and all the things that play into why I am the way I am, and how screwed up things could be in my head, and the fact that they're not nearly that bad. Things we've agreed on so far include that my dad is who he is, and while he's hurtful, it's not really on purpose, because he's more broken than I am. And that friends are important.

....family members who continue to engage in passive aggressive bullshit will be beaten with a wet noodle.

the short story:

My blood pressure has been a bit high, at the point in pregnancy when it should be lowest.

Friday I got put on meds, which did not agree with me in some pretty big ways, like the head ache that wouldn't go away.

Saturday I called the doctor, and then spent the rest of the morning in the OB triage room (a mini ER) at the hospital, with pain killers, an automatic blood pressure cuff, and eventually 2 doses of a new BP med (one normal, and one extended release, which is what I'll be taking from here on out).

how is it that 6 months after turning this responsibility over to someone else, I'm told that it was "too confusing" for them to fucking pick up the phone and call in payroll?

In case you haven't seen or read this, here's a link to the text and the actual video clip where Ms. Perino says that being a woman makes it hard to learn about military technology. Apparently, she recently had to ask what the Cuban Missile Crisis even *was* (bottom of the page and onto the next page).

So, here's the letter I sent to the White House just now:

In regards to comments made by Dana Perino on Fox News Sunday: