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beansideIt's Thursday, and we're sliding towards the weekend! I do have to work on Saturday, but that's sweet, sweet overtime, so it's all good.
Yesterday was bugfuck at work. Just call after call with no real break in between. It made for a long day and I was exhausted by the time it was done. I've done more calls before, but yesterday was just grinding. I had a few interpreter calls, which are slower, plus two new patients, which take for freaking ever. One of my interpreter calls was nearly 45 minutes, because the caller was having trouble translating from a language that used an entirely different alphabet. The spouse had registered the patient and the caller had no idea how the name was spelled. It was like a weird ass telephone game and I did not enjoy it. Also, one of my new patients was entirely impatient and sighing every time I asked them something. Who calls into a new doctor and doesn't expect to have to give your demographic and insurance information? And for fuck's sake, do not spit out your four word address like you're trying to just combine the words into one syllable. I have to type this shit, and I'm going to need you to slow the fuck down.
Right: "1234 South Main Street Garth. Wrong: 1234soumainstreegar. (Address entirely made up.)
I'm hoping today will be a little less frustrating.
To top of the day, as we were getting ready for bed, my thigh decided it was a good idea to go into a full cramp, so I had to hobble around in tears for ten minutes while it randomly caused a lot of pain.
So, it's been 3 weeks since Dad died as of this morning. It's weird to think, yet so much has changed in the 21 days. Jess has been a little Tasmanian devil of a person, filling a 20 foot dumpster in just over a week. The place hasn't been this uncluttered in years. It's probably going to take at leat two more dumpsters before we've got all the stuff out that we can get. Then, it'll be "get junk's problem. We've got a place to live. That's bonkers to me. I know I spearheaded it, but still. I have a moving date.
I'm still kind of waiting for grief to hit. Once in a while I'm a little sad, but overall, it's just relief. I think the last couple of years, I'd grieved for the person he was before, but the last year, especially, has been so hard that the only thing I feel is grateful to be free.
I'm honestly having more feels about the apartment. I'm glad to have a place where I won't have to worry when things break--I can just call and have someone fix it. I don't have to worry about clearing snow off the walk. I'll miss the deer and foxes in our backyard, though. I'm a little sad to leave the place I've spent 30 years in, and I'll miss my office, but it'll be good to have a clean break.
Okay, time for me to get myself together for work. Everyone have an amazing day.
Yesterday was bugfuck at work. Just call after call with no real break in between. It made for a long day and I was exhausted by the time it was done. I've done more calls before, but yesterday was just grinding. I had a few interpreter calls, which are slower, plus two new patients, which take for freaking ever. One of my interpreter calls was nearly 45 minutes, because the caller was having trouble translating from a language that used an entirely different alphabet. The spouse had registered the patient and the caller had no idea how the name was spelled. It was like a weird ass telephone game and I did not enjoy it. Also, one of my new patients was entirely impatient and sighing every time I asked them something. Who calls into a new doctor and doesn't expect to have to give your demographic and insurance information? And for fuck's sake, do not spit out your four word address like you're trying to just combine the words into one syllable. I have to type this shit, and I'm going to need you to slow the fuck down.
Right: "1234 South Main Street Garth. Wrong: 1234soumainstreegar. (Address entirely made up.)
I'm hoping today will be a little less frustrating.
To top of the day, as we were getting ready for bed, my thigh decided it was a good idea to go into a full cramp, so I had to hobble around in tears for ten minutes while it randomly caused a lot of pain.
So, it's been 3 weeks since Dad died as of this morning. It's weird to think, yet so much has changed in the 21 days. Jess has been a little Tasmanian devil of a person, filling a 20 foot dumpster in just over a week. The place hasn't been this uncluttered in years. It's probably going to take at leat two more dumpsters before we've got all the stuff out that we can get. Then, it'll be "get junk's problem. We've got a place to live. That's bonkers to me. I know I spearheaded it, but still. I have a moving date.
I'm still kind of waiting for grief to hit. Once in a while I'm a little sad, but overall, it's just relief. I think the last couple of years, I'd grieved for the person he was before, but the last year, especially, has been so hard that the only thing I feel is grateful to be free.
I'm honestly having more feels about the apartment. I'm glad to have a place where I won't have to worry when things break--I can just call and have someone fix it. I don't have to worry about clearing snow off the walk. I'll miss the deer and foxes in our backyard, though. I'm a little sad to leave the place I've spent 30 years in, and I'll miss my office, but it'll be good to have a clean break.
Okay, time for me to get myself together for work. Everyone have an amazing day.
