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I managed to sleep through my phone ringing around 1am (only reason I know this is missed call stats) but the pain in my ear combined with the nightmare needing to go to the bathroom gave me (my body is weird and I've become convinced that it views the nightmares as the only way to wake me up, which is really counter-productive because after a nightmare I am less likely to get out of bed but whatever) woke me up about 15 minutes ago.

Dad had a decent idea. Doctor in town. Today. Call around and see if anyone can see me. So I'll do that once the offices are open (I'm guessing 8am and I need a little more sleep anyway) and call work and tell them that I'm going to the doctor and should be in tomorrow and, no, it couldn't really wait because I've been in pain for three days now going on four.

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So I finally got a hold of a doctor's office. Or, more to the point, I got a hold of one that sounds like it can help me.

See, the first office I called couldn't see me for a week. Damn every bit of that. If I have to endure this for a week I will cut my ear canal out.

Then I wait until ten to call another office. And she seems a whole lot nicer. Listens to me, expresses concern, gets my information, tells me she can probably get me an afternoon appointment. I'm waiting for her to call me back.

If she hasn't by 10:45, I'm supposed to call her back, which means I can't return to lying on my heating pad for a while longer.

Dale didn't come in to work today as anticipated. The idea that he could have gotten arrested is a primary concern of mine though I'm not discussing the reasons for that on a public entry. And Jim is late. So right now Wilbur is the only one there. Which doesn't actually make me feel all that bad.

Maybe I'll even catch up on posting today.

ETA: I have an appointment for 1:45pm today.

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While waiting to go to the doctor (which I'll leave for early) I compile a ( rp list )

Poke me if I forgot something, and I'm still likely to be slow.

Paranoia, Paranoia. Everybody's Coming to Get Me.

Drama, drama everywhere and not a drop to drink. I don't want in the middle of it. I'll talk to you about it, but this is a proclamation. I am not taking sides.

I dreamed this you know.

Sometimes I hate my prophetic dreams.

Though at least nobody died this time.

ETA: Not directed at anyone in particular. Just a general proclamation so you know. Neutral party here.

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So I come in for the night shift because I said I would and there's no one else to work it despite the fact that my ear is throbbing. I don't think people who've never had an ear infection understand how painful it is. It throbs and buzzes and hums. It keeps me up at night. It wakes me up in the middle of the night. It gives me headaches. It keeps me from hearing correctly. It disorients me so that my movements are even more clumsy than usual.

It hurts.

So I come in.

Everyone notices the hair and teases me about it.

Craig asks, "Will you be in tomorrow?" He has to ask twice because the first time I couldn't hear him.

I tell him I'm not sure about the whole day because of the ear thing. I tell him I was at the doctor's today. He asks if the doctor told me anything. I tell him he told me I have an ear infection. And that when I went to the ER the other night they did nothing.

My problem with this whole scenario is that I am the least likely person to fuck this company over. Dale? Is fucking us over. John? Fucked us over. Rodney? Fucked us over.

I was at the ER from 3:30am until 5:30am Saturday morning and came in to work at 8:30am that day despite having gotten maybe three hours of interrupted sleep. I came in tonight despite the fact that the right side of my head is throbbing.

I don't like the message here. That Dale can not only take off three weeks without telling us, but that he can also take two or three days off during the week when he's sick and not get asked a single fucking question. I take off six and a half hours, and I feel like I'm getting reamed about it.

And why is that? Because I dyed my fucking hair?

That shouldn't fucking matter. I was at the ER. I was at the doctor. I just paid over $60 for medication. This is the third full day I've put up with it, and nobody seems to think it's fucking important or, what, real? Like I'm fucking lying that I can't hear out of my right ear? That I'm fucking lying that it hurts, and I've been running a low grade fever since Saturday? Oh, yeah, I have so much fucking reason to lie about being in pain. I'm starting to wish I had taken that doctor's note. I was all, "No, that's cool" to the nurse because, well, fuck Dale never brings in a note at all.

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My antibiotic makes me a little sick to my stomach.

I would be in the 4-5% of people who get that side effect. Lucky me.

After watching House I'm worried the random pain in my legs is an infarction and that I have tape worms in my body. I need to stop being a bloody paranoid freak.

In other news, I spent a good portion of my time in the doctor's office pacing and counting the decorations on the wall. 90 stenciled diamonds and 90 stenciled faux fluer de les, which is a total of 180. Which is good. I like that number.

Ear is in massive pain. I took Motrin at 8pm, which means I can have some Equate before bed.