Oy, what a morning.
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sff_corgi_ljIt's not that the dogs decided to get up at 7, no.
It was the fact that after the dogs made me let them out, the phone started ringing. And wouldn't stop. Mostly Ma's phone, which she can't answer 'cause she's still at Cedars Medical Center - some guy who, after I told him he woke me up, wanted to know if he could call back at 10 (sure, just don't expect me to answer nicely then, either); Phoenix, AZ (didn't pick up, don't think I know of anybody there I would want to talk to); some bank to harrass Ma about money (didn't pick up); one of Ma's Lorber friends (talked to her, gave her the news); three calls, 2 on my phone and 1 on Ma's that I flat-out ignored; Ma, finally. Mind you, this was all with half my face stuffed up and me thinking about feeling miserable (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
in_the_blue, you sure you can't can't colds over the internet?).
Then, after being soundly ignored by my puppies and having Ma call back three times to add to the list of stuff-to-bring-her, I got up. And the saaaame round of calls started all over again. Did I say this was all before 11? On a Saturday?
One of the banks called back again and I got mean. I picked up, the poor guy asked for Ma, and I said 'She's in the hospital and you people drove her there.' He kinda hung up. But it was cathartic.
I was going to try to smuggle Gemma into the hospital to visit with me, but she's too big for my barrel tote. I'd have to stuff her into a suitcase a la Ein, and I just don't wanna deal with that. I could pretend she's a therapy dog, but I don't have the props or the script for that. ;)
Now... to talk myself into getting dressed....
It was the fact that after the dogs made me let them out, the phone started ringing. And wouldn't stop. Mostly Ma's phone, which she can't answer 'cause she's still at Cedars Medical Center - some guy who, after I told him he woke me up, wanted to know if he could call back at 10 (sure, just don't expect me to answer nicely then, either); Phoenix, AZ (didn't pick up, don't think I know of anybody there I would want to talk to); some bank to harrass Ma about money (didn't pick up); one of Ma's Lorber friends (talked to her, gave her the news); three calls, 2 on my phone and 1 on Ma's that I flat-out ignored; Ma, finally. Mind you, this was all with half my face stuffed up and me thinking about feeling miserable (
in_the_blue, you sure you can't can't colds over the internet?).Then, after being soundly ignored by my puppies and having Ma call back three times to add to the list of stuff-to-bring-her, I got up. And the saaaame round of calls started all over again. Did I say this was all before 11? On a Saturday?
One of the banks called back again and I got mean. I picked up, the poor guy asked for Ma, and I said 'She's in the hospital and you people drove her there.' He kinda hung up. But it was cathartic.
I was going to try to smuggle Gemma into the hospital to visit with me, but she's too big for my barrel tote. I'd have to stuff her into a suitcase a la Ein, and I just don't wanna deal with that. I could pretend she's a therapy dog, but I don't have the props or the script for that. ;)
Now... to talk myself into getting dressed....
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Date: 2006-05-06 06:36 pm (UTC)sometiems it seems annoying calelrs seme to sniff whe nyou dont' feel liek answering the phone.
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