My Day

Today started out like any other....but I was excited. Why? Today, I had basically been given permission by my boss to give a grown man shit on behalf of the company. I am a sick and twisted person, so this practically overjoyed me.

Alas, it was not to be.... I was to do this on behalf of our client, who ended up beating me to the punch and grilling the guy first. I was so disappointed I barely listened to the rehearsed bullshit excuses and backfilling that I pretty much knew he was going to give..... but somehow they were so much less satisfying since I wasn't the one that brought them on.

I really need a new hobby....

Anyway, later on in the afternoon I swung by my doctor's office to get a Hep. A/B shot (for Cancun) ......and I should have known that she would be in a bitchy mood, but when she opened with the "huh...haven't seen you in 5 years" I knew she was going to find more things to jab me with than you could possibly imagine.

I'm overjoyed to say that I was able to get past the "how much do you drink" question without the obligatory lecture. Of course I also lied through my teeth (remembering my friend Melissa's experience in about 3rd year, where she answered with about half the number of nights per week, and about a third of the drinks per night, the doctor still suggested she cut down), seeing as she was prepping needles while asking me, and I didn't want to anger her....however the "so...do you do any intravenous drugs?" question did kinda throw me.......

Now, I'm actually okay with needles in general, as I had literally hundreds of shots through high school, because it turns out I was ridiculously allergic to yellow jackets (type of wasp you see around garbage cans), and had to get venom therapy for fear of dying, and such, in the form of a half dozen or so intramuscular needles in an afternoon of gradually increasing dosages once a week.

But when in comes to sticking needles in my veins? Fuck right off... and while I'm quite sure I know where my phobia came from (Quick Aside: The day I found out I was allergic to Yellow Jackets, the skin break out was so bad that the Emergency Room nurse had to go in through my wrist for the IV. Yes, I just got chills even typing that. But that's not the best part! She hit a fucking valve of something, and so instead of pulling it out and trying again, she fucking wiggled it around in my goddamned wrist attempting to get away from the valve.......I've never been so close to throwing up, fainting, and homocide all at once), it still creeps me out to no end.

I guess I'll just never be able to say "Yes" to the intravenous drug question.....

Shucks....