Ouch
Those of you who knew me from my OLD myspace account were used to me blogging about pretty much anything and everything that happened to me. I'm not as chatty here, but have had a somewhat shitty past 24 hours. So I thought I'd share!
So...
About this time last night, my teenage daughter begins to complain about sharp chest pains centered on the bottom of her ribcage - right side. Hurts sharply when she breathes or moves. Not showing any signs of fever, I figured it would keep until today. I didn't rush her to the ER, but the idea did cross my mind. My sleep was short and broken as she would go into moaning fits in her room. My alarm woke me at 545am for work.
I dragged my ass through my morning routine and was a bit late to leave. I still had time for a Kaladi stop (to-go) on my way, and managed to make it to work about 2 mins late. I called my daugher in sick for school. On my plate at work today: training someone to cashier. My trainee and I will be the 'backup' to the main cashier for the remainder of the week. We cover her lunch and two breaks. The rule is that she gets to call the break times, and the backup works their own lunch and breaks around that. She chose noon-1pm lunch. Great. I hadn't eaten yet today. I phoned the doctor's office to see my daughter. They had an opening at 4:45.
Lunchtime: driving to my usual dive, I phoned my wife to let her know when the doc's appointment was. She answered the phone crying. Her morning was spent with a bad migraine and she couldn't see straight. Driving was out. I would have to leave work at 4pm to take her myself. I brought my laptop to wi-fi over lunch, and got some news from a fellow photographer. Noble's Diner, where I am slated to have my first gallery show this summer, is going out of business. If you've never tried them, you have until Saturday. After the day thus far, that news was a bit of a gut-punch. Food was good and I spent the time chatting with a friend.
When I returned from lunch, the main cashier wanted a break. No time to catch up on paperwork at my desk - we headed out to cover her. My PM break (taken after hers) was spoken for. There's a job opening in my office for a secretarial position. It's two salary grades above mine. One of the requirements is a typing speed of 70wpm. A test is required. I took the test on my afternoon break. Scored in the mid 50wpm range with plenty of errors. :( I'm allowed to retake it in a week, so we'll see. When the test was done, there was just enough time for the trainee and I to count-out our cash drawer. I left by 4:10.
Traffic was, for some reason, worse than my normal 5pm commute. I was running late and wanted to change into some jeans before taking my kid to the doctor. Luckily the drive BACK to midtown was faster. My teen said that she didn't want to tell the doc everything because 'they won't believe me'. Ugh. Teen drama. I decided to accompany her. With me in the exam room, she did spill all the details. The prognosis? Costochondritis. Kiddo tore some cartilage between her ribs. Painful but not dangerous. The only real risk was that she would be tempted to remain inactive (movement = pain) and might be prone to shallow breathing. Risk of pneumonia. She just needs to pump heavy amounts of anti-inflammatories for a few days, and keep active.
After the doc, we made stops for dinner takeout and groceries. Finally, home and with dinner done, I opened my laptop to be greeted with an iCal (Macintosh calendar) alert. The one monthly photography group meeting that I like was tonight. I missed it.
End of rant.
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On the up-side, I'm still booked to show my work at the Title Wave Kaladi Brothers in September. Looks like I need to drum-up some new shows!
So...
About this time last night, my teenage daughter begins to complain about sharp chest pains centered on the bottom of her ribcage - right side. Hurts sharply when she breathes or moves. Not showing any signs of fever, I figured it would keep until today. I didn't rush her to the ER, but the idea did cross my mind. My sleep was short and broken as she would go into moaning fits in her room. My alarm woke me at 545am for work.
I dragged my ass through my morning routine and was a bit late to leave. I still had time for a Kaladi stop (to-go) on my way, and managed to make it to work about 2 mins late. I called my daugher in sick for school. On my plate at work today: training someone to cashier. My trainee and I will be the 'backup' to the main cashier for the remainder of the week. We cover her lunch and two breaks. The rule is that she gets to call the break times, and the backup works their own lunch and breaks around that. She chose noon-1pm lunch. Great. I hadn't eaten yet today. I phoned the doctor's office to see my daughter. They had an opening at 4:45.
Lunchtime: driving to my usual dive, I phoned my wife to let her know when the doc's appointment was. She answered the phone crying. Her morning was spent with a bad migraine and she couldn't see straight. Driving was out. I would have to leave work at 4pm to take her myself. I brought my laptop to wi-fi over lunch, and got some news from a fellow photographer. Noble's Diner, where I am slated to have my first gallery show this summer, is going out of business. If you've never tried them, you have until Saturday. After the day thus far, that news was a bit of a gut-punch. Food was good and I spent the time chatting with a friend.
When I returned from lunch, the main cashier wanted a break. No time to catch up on paperwork at my desk - we headed out to cover her. My PM break (taken after hers) was spoken for. There's a job opening in my office for a secretarial position. It's two salary grades above mine. One of the requirements is a typing speed of 70wpm. A test is required. I took the test on my afternoon break. Scored in the mid 50wpm range with plenty of errors. :( I'm allowed to retake it in a week, so we'll see. When the test was done, there was just enough time for the trainee and I to count-out our cash drawer. I left by 4:10.
Traffic was, for some reason, worse than my normal 5pm commute. I was running late and wanted to change into some jeans before taking my kid to the doctor. Luckily the drive BACK to midtown was faster. My teen said that she didn't want to tell the doc everything because 'they won't believe me'. Ugh. Teen drama. I decided to accompany her. With me in the exam room, she did spill all the details. The prognosis? Costochondritis. Kiddo tore some cartilage between her ribs. Painful but not dangerous. The only real risk was that she would be tempted to remain inactive (movement = pain) and might be prone to shallow breathing. Risk of pneumonia. She just needs to pump heavy amounts of anti-inflammatories for a few days, and keep active.
After the doc, we made stops for dinner takeout and groceries. Finally, home and with dinner done, I opened my laptop to be greeted with an iCal (Macintosh calendar) alert. The one monthly photography group meeting that I like was tonight. I missed it.
End of rant.
...
On the up-side, I'm still booked to show my work at the Title Wave Kaladi Brothers in September. Looks like I need to drum-up some new shows!
posted by Eyak Woman at 9:08 PM
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