cornerofmadness

But also happy happy. I was given a gift from one of my outgoing senior students.

If you can't tell the stuffed animals are a mosquito and a celiac's disease colon (She was in my parasitology and pathophysiology classes). It made me so very happy.

What's NOT making me happy is the fucktards my landlords hired to flip the middle apartment (the one I share a wall with) These losers live here and do odd jobs. They're as useless as it comes. Three of the last four nights they've been working until 10 pm sawing, hammering, drilling and Monday night they were doing it until almost 2 AM. I called the landlord after that. Next time I call the police.

CVS and Holzer hospital are also annoying me. I get that my doctor's nurse called in the wrong amount of the insulin (90 days instead of 30. Do you know how much SHELF space 90 days of insulin takes up in the fridge???) What I'm furious over is you telling me to come back in an hour because you have to recount the medication. There's 6 boxes, sealed by the manufacturer. That means two boxes is a one month supply (Just like you've been giving me for years). Even I can do this math and NO I'm not waiting. Long story short, I better eat all those leftovers because there's 90 days of insulin in my fridge. And this is on top of Holzer calling me at 8 AM to tell me they need to make an appt with the actual endocrinologist. I said you did that y esterday when I called you for the prescription and you wouldn't give me one until I made an appt. Oh but they made that appt with the PA. I specifically asked for the endocrinologist but no, they couldn't even do that right.

In completely other news, check out this anthology open call . It sounds fun. It would be a lot of fun if a few of us could do this one together.

And finally the steampunk pictures