Friday, March 07, 2008
I'm sick in the head, too. I know. I came "out" yesterday and today and told a few people who work for me what's going on (see previous posts about lumpy face) because all of a sudden they're noticing this big push from me wanting them to stop leaning so hard on me. I had to say something because they're all thinking they're in trouble because I'm telling them to handle this stuff themselves. Why the change? So I had to explain.
So today, when one of them was saying something about the "waiting" I said, well, you KNOW, I DO have a nice Swiss Army knife. And I KNOW where the lump is. I just need a shot to numb it, and I'll go get it out of there myself and send it to the lab. How hard can this be? I just need someone who knows how to sew to fix what I mess up.
This person's eyes welled up with tears. They weren't tears of laughter. I think they were tears of horror about what I'd just said. :) She certainly didn't think it as funny as I did.
Thank you for all your kind thoughts. I can't tell you how much I wish March was over. There's other stuff going on, too, that's nearly as stressful as this. Big Life stuff. There's also good stuff going on, so I'm going to choose to focus on that a little bit now that I haven't been able to bribe or blackmail my Dr. into digging the lump out any sooner than the 18th. Maybe if I call them 10-15 more times today, they'll be sick of hearing from me and do something to get me taken care of more quickly? That's a thought...