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Apr. 16th, 2007 02:15 amYou are so jealous I know. I'm not done yet. It will be magic. I have Darkwing Duck things to put up too. I'm going to attack that jewtube copy of the David the Gnome opening and see if I can salvage anything truly enchanting as well.
Oh Lord Almighty, portfolio review tomorrowtechnically today but shut up. Let's hope that the laser printer in class doesn't pick today to be the day it doesn't function. Seeing as I did not go to Kinko's like a good girl.
This weekend being the feast of Divine Mercy, Dad got me a new rosary, I went to confession, and everyone learned one of our old pastors helped John Paul escape the nazis back in the day. Various high degrees of awesome.
I will be 20 in ten days.
I keep needing to remember that. So I know when to abuse the potential birthday money that isn't in my account yet, since Ma took cash out of my savings to buy a ticket to get to Florida this weekend. So we can sort out GrammaSituation™. Thinking about it makes me irate and moody.
Oh Lord Almighty, portfolio review tomorrow
This weekend being the feast of Divine Mercy, Dad got me a new rosary, I went to confession, and everyone learned one of our old pastors helped John Paul escape the nazis back in the day. Various high degrees of awesome.
I will be 20 in ten days.
I keep needing to remember that. So I know when to abuse the potential birthday money that isn't in my account yet, since Ma took cash out of my savings to buy a ticket to get to Florida this weekend. So we can sort out GrammaSituation™. Thinking about it makes me irate and moody.
Florida. Fucking Florida.
Mar. 30th, 2007 09:38 pm"You've got five months to live. Sign up on Hospice."
Gramma has no pain, no symptoms at all.
Her doctor had the nerve to tell her over the phone that she can't go see another doctor, can't have chemo, and is going to die. No MRI, no nothing.
Who the fuck does that? OVER THE PHONE? "HI, YOU'RE GONNA DIE AND I'M NOT GOING TO AUTHORIZE ANY KIND OF ASSISTANCE IN ORDER TO PREVENT IT. K HAVE A NICE DAY. :D"
What's the mentality here? "Florida is full of old people. One less to worry about!"
Somebody make this logical to me!
Last time Gramma was almost dying, they didn't see anything off that freaking CATscan. But, now, with no pain or anything, the doctor has the gall to send her off to die from just that one scan? Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.
Gramma and Grampa are flying up here, thank the Lord. At the least, we will be able to see them. Otherwise, there'd be no way for us to get down there to support poor Grampa. How is he doing. This must be horrid for them.
Aunt Carolyn called a few minutes ago, in a rage, about this doctor. She is going to loose hell on him. And God bless her--you don't tell someone they're going to die and that there are no options over the phone. With little reason.
Um, other than that? I gave up on my photo restoration. I inserted some discouraged notes onto the file, and maybe that'll get me sympathy points with Mr. Mehall. This aspect of Photoshop is just not my strength.
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Gramma has no pain, no symptoms at all.
Her doctor had the nerve to tell her over the phone that she can't go see another doctor, can't have chemo, and is going to die. No MRI, no nothing.
Who the fuck does that? OVER THE PHONE? "HI, YOU'RE GONNA DIE AND I'M NOT GOING TO AUTHORIZE ANY KIND OF ASSISTANCE IN ORDER TO PREVENT IT. K HAVE A NICE DAY. :D"
What's the mentality here? "Florida is full of old people. One less to worry about!"
Somebody make this logical to me!
Last time Gramma was almost dying, they didn't see anything off that freaking CATscan. But, now, with no pain or anything, the doctor has the gall to send her off to die from just that one scan? Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.
Gramma and Grampa are flying up here, thank the Lord. At the least, we will be able to see them. Otherwise, there'd be no way for us to get down there to support poor Grampa. How is he doing. This must be horrid for them.
Aunt Carolyn called a few minutes ago, in a rage, about this doctor. She is going to loose hell on him. And God bless her--you don't tell someone they're going to die and that there are no options over the phone. With little reason.
Um, other than that? I gave up on my photo restoration. I inserted some discouraged notes onto the file, and maybe that'll get me sympathy points with Mr. Mehall. This aspect of Photoshop is just not my strength.
Also
fallenmoon has made more adoreable characters that I will probably end up drawing instead of doing my homework.
