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Jul. 5th, 2006 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrak::sigh:: Days like today are precisely why I don't like to get too confident about myself, and why I don't usually like trying to do new things, or things by myself.
Something always, always, happens to knock me down a peg or two, if not leave me in a small huddle under the covers whimpering about the ugliness of the fresh incision on my left arm or whatever it may be. Call it fate. Call it karma. Or just assume my guardian angel's got a personality more akin to that of a mazoku. >_<
Dav, if you're reading this and haven't talked to me on the phone yet, don't panic. Nothing truly horrible happened, or this wouldn't be a public post. I'm just annoyed.
First snag: I get to base, and discover the path I know best for getting from the gate to the hospital is blocked off with orange safety cones and large "DETOUR" signage. Joy. At least the detour route was fairly straight forward; I just followed everybody else, and turned left when I saw the base hosiptal looming over that way.
Encountered a couple of geniuses with an inflated sense of their own importance, but was able to stop in time and let them hurry on to whatever place they were going that was so terribly vital to the nation's interests.
Second snag: After getting slightly lost inside the hospital, I find the lab. The nice young lady at the desk informs me that they have no record that there's been a blood glucose test ordered for me, and they cannot proceed without such an order. This strikes me as odd. I was told at my last prenatal appointment that the lab would have it on file, and all I needed to to was stop by sometime between then and my next prenatal appointment to get this done. No appointment with the lab was necessary. I explain this to the lady; she repeats they can't do it without a order on file. Perfectly reasonable. I tell her I'll go to the WHC and get this straightened out, and be back a little later.
Which leads to snag three. Today's the first Wednesday of the month. One of the two days a month when the Women's Health Clinic closes in order to do training of personnel and catch up on paperwork. >_< There is light visible under the door, and I can hear voices, but the place is locked tight.
So. No glucose test today. This is disappointing as hell. I wasn't looking forward to the blood drawing, but I was trying to do the responsible parent thing and get it taken care of within the two-weeks-prior-to-next-appt. timeframe recommended by the nurse last month.
I don't think Maj. Leuendorf will be thrilled on Monday, but with any luck she can just put the order through the system after my checkup's done, and I can walk down the hall to the lab directly.
Snag four: I get outside, and am once again smote with the humid warmth that is July in VA. Cunning Plan B, go to one of the base's shoreside parks and enjoy the view, dies in its tracks.
Cunning Plan C is go to the BX for lunch at Taco Bell.
Snag five: The road that leads directly between the hospital parking lot and the BX is ALSO blocked with orange safety cones.
I park in the Class 6 lot and walk over.
Snag six: I get to second in line, and see a sign on the register that they are out of sour cream. No bean burritos with sour cream and no onions for me today. Second draft of Cunning Plan C becomes Burger King.
The middle-aged clerk at BK has trouble figuring out how to tell the register I want a medium Original Chicken Value Meal. It costs five bucks and some change. She keeps doing things that make my total over nine dollars. >_< Even with tax, this is obviously wrong - and we aren't supposed to be charged tax on base anyway. Once she figures out what she's doing, she hands me the receipt and starts waving forward the next in line - without giving me my cup. She did apologize when I asked for the cup, though, so Miss Cleo will not be going on my list of enemies today.
By this point I am grumpy enough to say bugger all this for a lark, and get Cherry Coke instead of a caffeine free beverage. I need it, damn it.
The afternoon took a brief turn for the better after that. Lunch was good. My trip to the BX was fruitful. Rubber gloves so I can clean the litter box while Dav's gone were only 99 cents. Refills for the most effective plug-in air freshener I've ever found for the litter box corner were also cheaper than I expected. And I got a cute little vase that looks like imitation coral, and a ventilated rain cover for the stroller that I've been eying for weeks.
All for less than 20 bucks.
None of the coolers by the BX registers had water. Of course.
Stopped by Class Six for a bottle of water before heading home. Only 90 cents. ^_^ Civilian stores around here have been charging a buck thirty lately.
The safety cones blocking the hospital lot from the BX lot were gone when I headed back to the car. Naturally.
But the blockage leading directly to the gate was still there. >_< At least the removal of the blockage to the BX/commissary meant I could find the alternate route without any trouble.
Encountered some more genuises on the way home, including a guy who tried passing me on a one lane right turn lane with a yield sign. Listen dipshit, there's no passing on those kind of lanes, and anyway I was not going anywhere near as slow as is my usual wont on such lanes. Wait until we're on a road with more than one lane if you're in such a freaking hurry.
Same guy later passed me on the road outside NASA-Langley, where the speed limit is 40. I was going between 45 and 50, in the left lane. He reached, and maintained, several car lengths ahead of me in the right lane - until he ran into the next stop light. Same thing happened at the one after that. Baka. Where are the cops when we need them?
Thankfully he turned at the intersection after that; he was getting on my nerves.
I think I acquitted myself fairly well as a driver, despite these annoyances. Didn't panic. Didn't get lost on base. Didn't even come close to hitting or being hit by anyone. Even detoured around some guy who was stuck in the middle of the intersection at Magruder Blvd with his hazard lights on, without any trouble.
I found a UPS sticker on the front door, saying they'd left a package for me at the apartment offices. :D Mom sent me the blue teddy bear crib bedding set I'd asked her for.
Still grumpy about the plan to get my glucose test taken care of not working though. I swear I've got a mazoku for a guardian angel. Or maybe something akin to a Native American coyote spirit. Whatever it is, it's got entirely too mischievous a sense of humor to fit in well with the usual crowd of prim and proper Christian angels.
Edit: Did a cut to save your friends lists.
Something always, always, happens to knock me down a peg or two, if not leave me in a small huddle under the covers whimpering about the ugliness of the fresh incision on my left arm or whatever it may be. Call it fate. Call it karma. Or just assume my guardian angel's got a personality more akin to that of a mazoku. >_<
Dav, if you're reading this and haven't talked to me on the phone yet, don't panic. Nothing truly horrible happened, or this wouldn't be a public post. I'm just annoyed.
First snag: I get to base, and discover the path I know best for getting from the gate to the hospital is blocked off with orange safety cones and large "DETOUR" signage. Joy. At least the detour route was fairly straight forward; I just followed everybody else, and turned left when I saw the base hosiptal looming over that way.
Encountered a couple of geniuses with an inflated sense of their own importance, but was able to stop in time and let them hurry on to whatever place they were going that was so terribly vital to the nation's interests.
Second snag: After getting slightly lost inside the hospital, I find the lab. The nice young lady at the desk informs me that they have no record that there's been a blood glucose test ordered for me, and they cannot proceed without such an order. This strikes me as odd. I was told at my last prenatal appointment that the lab would have it on file, and all I needed to to was stop by sometime between then and my next prenatal appointment to get this done. No appointment with the lab was necessary. I explain this to the lady; she repeats they can't do it without a order on file. Perfectly reasonable. I tell her I'll go to the WHC and get this straightened out, and be back a little later.
Which leads to snag three. Today's the first Wednesday of the month. One of the two days a month when the Women's Health Clinic closes in order to do training of personnel and catch up on paperwork. >_< There is light visible under the door, and I can hear voices, but the place is locked tight.
So. No glucose test today. This is disappointing as hell. I wasn't looking forward to the blood drawing, but I was trying to do the responsible parent thing and get it taken care of within the two-weeks-prior-to-next-appt. timeframe recommended by the nurse last month.
I don't think Maj. Leuendorf will be thrilled on Monday, but with any luck she can just put the order through the system after my checkup's done, and I can walk down the hall to the lab directly.
Snag four: I get outside, and am once again smote with the humid warmth that is July in VA. Cunning Plan B, go to one of the base's shoreside parks and enjoy the view, dies in its tracks.
Cunning Plan C is go to the BX for lunch at Taco Bell.
Snag five: The road that leads directly between the hospital parking lot and the BX is ALSO blocked with orange safety cones.
I park in the Class 6 lot and walk over.
Snag six: I get to second in line, and see a sign on the register that they are out of sour cream. No bean burritos with sour cream and no onions for me today. Second draft of Cunning Plan C becomes Burger King.
The middle-aged clerk at BK has trouble figuring out how to tell the register I want a medium Original Chicken Value Meal. It costs five bucks and some change. She keeps doing things that make my total over nine dollars. >_< Even with tax, this is obviously wrong - and we aren't supposed to be charged tax on base anyway. Once she figures out what she's doing, she hands me the receipt and starts waving forward the next in line - without giving me my cup. She did apologize when I asked for the cup, though, so Miss Cleo will not be going on my list of enemies today.
By this point I am grumpy enough to say bugger all this for a lark, and get Cherry Coke instead of a caffeine free beverage. I need it, damn it.
The afternoon took a brief turn for the better after that. Lunch was good. My trip to the BX was fruitful. Rubber gloves so I can clean the litter box while Dav's gone were only 99 cents. Refills for the most effective plug-in air freshener I've ever found for the litter box corner were also cheaper than I expected. And I got a cute little vase that looks like imitation coral, and a ventilated rain cover for the stroller that I've been eying for weeks.
All for less than 20 bucks.
None of the coolers by the BX registers had water. Of course.
Stopped by Class Six for a bottle of water before heading home. Only 90 cents. ^_^ Civilian stores around here have been charging a buck thirty lately.
The safety cones blocking the hospital lot from the BX lot were gone when I headed back to the car. Naturally.
But the blockage leading directly to the gate was still there. >_< At least the removal of the blockage to the BX/commissary meant I could find the alternate route without any trouble.
Encountered some more genuises on the way home, including a guy who tried passing me on a one lane right turn lane with a yield sign. Listen dipshit, there's no passing on those kind of lanes, and anyway I was not going anywhere near as slow as is my usual wont on such lanes. Wait until we're on a road with more than one lane if you're in such a freaking hurry.
Same guy later passed me on the road outside NASA-Langley, where the speed limit is 40. I was going between 45 and 50, in the left lane. He reached, and maintained, several car lengths ahead of me in the right lane - until he ran into the next stop light. Same thing happened at the one after that. Baka. Where are the cops when we need them?
Thankfully he turned at the intersection after that; he was getting on my nerves.
I think I acquitted myself fairly well as a driver, despite these annoyances. Didn't panic. Didn't get lost on base. Didn't even come close to hitting or being hit by anyone. Even detoured around some guy who was stuck in the middle of the intersection at Magruder Blvd with his hazard lights on, without any trouble.
I found a UPS sticker on the front door, saying they'd left a package for me at the apartment offices. :D Mom sent me the blue teddy bear crib bedding set I'd asked her for.
Still grumpy about the plan to get my glucose test taken care of not working though. I swear I've got a mazoku for a guardian angel. Or maybe something akin to a Native American coyote spirit. Whatever it is, it's got entirely too mischievous a sense of humor to fit in well with the usual crowd of prim and proper Christian angels.
Edit: Did a cut to save your friends lists.
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Date: 2006-07-05 10:10 pm (UTC)My OB was well aware I was a nurse (some of my doctors I don't tell, because there are a lot of doctors who will give you a whole ton of bad attitude about everything if they know you're an RN, just to feel superior). This is a very cool OB, his wife's an RN, so he's especially good to his patients who are RNs. Anyhow...
It was time for the glucose test. He starts to write out the order slip, then stops and looks at me. "You work in a hospital, right?"
I nodded.
"You have access to a blood glucose machine? Or know someone in the lab who would run it for you?"
I nodded again.
He stopped writing the order. "What the heck. Just don't eat before you go in to work (I worked nights), eat one plain 8-oz Hershey bar, and check it yourself two hours later. If it's higher than 130, call me and tell me."
And so I did, and all was well. And I didn't have to make a trip to a lab or anything....
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Date: 2006-07-06 01:14 pm (UTC)Hershey bars... Mmmmm... What to Expect When You're Expecting mentions that there's research being done into whether eating jelly beans in an amount similar to the glucose in the beverage currently used would work just as well. Somehow I doubt Tricare has embraced this method yet. Ah well. As long as it tastes better than the barium beverage I had to ingest once upon a time...
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Date: 2006-07-09 02:43 am (UTC)BTW, dove dark chocolate is actually the best for you...good for your heart...but that's another study.
Sounds like you did great driving...sorry you had so many problems. And a little caffene is not bad...it's just excessive amounts...I think I read that's anything in excess of 9 cups of coffee a day is bad. ;)
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