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dchenesI should not be at work today. I'm fighting an overwhelming urge to pick up the phone and say "Well, what the fuck do you want now?". Mostly because whoever it is is not going to get a different answer than they got an hour ago, and yesterday, and the day before that. We still can't assign new patients until October. It's not my idea, and it's not done specifically to piss people off. It's done because the students we have now just can't handle any more patients. When we get new students, and they're done with their preclinical work, then we can assign new patients. I'm tired of explaining this and getting "But I can't wait that long, I want my work done NOW!" I've had calls like this, back to back to back, all week.
OK. Breathing. Breathing is good. So is a change of subject.
I brushed the cats last night. I didn't quite get enough hair to knit some new cats, but I got a respectable fuzzball. Apparently Zoe is an attention sponge. It doesn't matter what you're doing to her as long as you scritch her on the head while you do it. The others aren't quite sure about this "being brushed" idea.
I'm starting to wonder if I've found a wrong way to do pushups, because they don't make my arms hurt anywhere, and I know I don't have a whole lot by way of arm strength. I'm doing what I thought were regular pushups, with my legs straight out behind me and my knees off the floor.
My back is another story entirely. I'm considering getting a massage again because it's so tight back there. I can even sort of afford it right now.
Of all the unreasonable things I want right now, the major one is a fried egg sandwich on the bread my mom makes, with ham and cheese and too much ketchup. So there.
OK. Breathing. Breathing is good. So is a change of subject.
I brushed the cats last night. I didn't quite get enough hair to knit some new cats, but I got a respectable fuzzball. Apparently Zoe is an attention sponge. It doesn't matter what you're doing to her as long as you scritch her on the head while you do it. The others aren't quite sure about this "being brushed" idea.
I'm starting to wonder if I've found a wrong way to do pushups, because they don't make my arms hurt anywhere, and I know I don't have a whole lot by way of arm strength. I'm doing what I thought were regular pushups, with my legs straight out behind me and my knees off the floor.
My back is another story entirely. I'm considering getting a massage again because it's so tight back there. I can even sort of afford it right now.
Of all the unreasonable things I want right now, the major one is a fried egg sandwich on the bread my mom makes, with ham and cheese and too much ketchup. So there.
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Date: 2003-06-19 09:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-06-19 10:15 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-06-19 10:24 am (UTC)Here's a link to proper form.
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Date: 2003-06-19 10:56 am (UTC):P
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Date: 2003-06-26 01:13 pm (UTC)-Erp.
No upper arm strength my rosy red ---
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Date: 2003-06-26 01:15 pm (UTC)Beanbag has given us enough fur to knit three or four bunnies by now, if only we could spin his fur into thread.
I'm sure he could give Liz and I each a sweater a year if only we could made yarn out of his shed fur.
a fried egg sandwich on the bread my mom makes, with ham and cheese and too much ketchup
Mmmmmm. What kind of bread does she make?