Why doesn't Dani have a mattress? Did Carrot eat it up or does she, like the venerable Mulder, sleep only on the couch?

Dani sleeps on the floor. It's her SAS training.

Na-uh, I sleep upside down hanging from my feet like a bat

Sorry if this is out of line, but what happens if a guy comes over for a romantic tryst? The hanging from the ceiling, how does that work?

more rope, duh.

I should've figured that! ;)

Well, she used to squat, but it's become more of a slouch.

I am not kicking the fatigue between chemo sessions anymore. I have to sit on benches in the hospital halls and rest a couple times on my way in from the handicapped parking lot to my office each morning. But Employee Health gave me a hard time today about extending my handicapped parking sticker as written on the prescription from the cancer center - the dolly at the desk batted her fake eyelashes at me and said '30 days only!' and wrote Feb 26 on the form for the Parking office rather than the date my oncologist wrote. This in spite of the fact that I had a three-month sticker last October. And when I went up to the Parking office there was a tag lying on the clerk's desk written out for three months. When I asked about it, the clerk said 'that's different' because it's for a pregnant woman.

Last time I looked, pregnancy was not a disease. Yes, you can feel ill. Yes, you can have diseases within pregnancy, I know very well. But it was an insult in the context.

So I went to grand rounds and got a little heated during a discussion and came off sounding unprofessional, I think, and THAT upsets me very much.

I am SO frustrated. I'm happy my last chemo is next week, but I feel worse than I've ever felt and I can hardly walk from my office to the clinic, never mind a mile across the acres of parking lot to the residents' lot. Next session will knock me down more. I'm not going to be 'better' by Feb. 26. I was depressed last week and frankly nothing has really changed. This stupid disease is NOT an 'opportunity', nor is it a 'gift', nor is it anything but a huge negative smoking hole in what was supposed to be my new life. And a huge dark cloud in my future, forever. So the dolly with the fake eyelashes was sort of the last straw today.

Sorry.

Fuck her. Bummer. And FUCK CANCER while we're at it.


Sent by thought transference

Do you have a colleague who might go get your car for you ortho? As in, walk to it and bring it to you so you don't have to walk? Always remember to ask for help when you need. Most people I've ever met are always very happy to help when asked. Maybe they don't realise how bad things are for you if you're trying to put on a brave face.

I am trying to do everything I need to do at work and not let anything suggest that I can't do my job ... haven't asked for help so far, although I missed a good deal of time last fall while in hyperbaric therapy after surgery. It's very important to me to show that I can do this job. If I can't fulfill all the requirements I can't stay in the residency.

My co-workers are kind and helpful. But to ask someone to walk ten minutes across two major buildings and then another half-mile or more across parking lots to bring me my car feels like a lot, especially when we don't all leave at the same time - I'd be asking someone to interrupt his or her work and take about twenty minutes to do me a favor every day. I may not have a choice after my next treatment, though. I'm getting maxxed out physically.

Dear orthodoc

I'm not the boss of you but were I in that position I would not waste one (of my precious) breath(s) on Lil miss eyelashes (though I would definitely be aggravated by her). I'd take my pass and park wherever the FUCK I wanted to. Make the parking cop do the dirty work. Make the parking vendor make the case. Basically ignore their ignorant asses. Use your limited strength to do stuff important to you, like getting to your business. At worst, let the fines, should there actually be any, accumulate until you're better able to make your case. Worst case you have to pay a little money. Likely they'll dismiss all of it when you show your doctor's note compared to Lil miss eyelashes' petty executive tyranny.

Fuck them. Park where you are entitled to park based on facts not based on some dumbass.

I'm not a doctor, nor have I played one on TV (although I've played doctor, but that another matter. :blush:
But reading first person accounts, and seeing dramatizations in TV/movies, I'm under the impression that residency is kind of like doing a triathlon, with a broken leg, every fucking day, for months on end.

If that's even close to the truth, doing it on chemo, is insane.

http://cellar.org/2012/superdoc.jpg

Big V's right, don't let your Canuck manners get in the way.
Grab the bitch by the throat and tell her, "Parking pass or I'll put ice spikes on my Harley and ride it up your face."
You can add please if it's absolutely necessary.


Oh and pics please. ;)

Pretty pretty please!

Okay, I admit that my residency is probably unique. If I were doing, say, surgery, you're right - I simply couldn't manage the hours and physical requirements. Right now I do three clinics per week and have six grad courses per semester. I'll have to make up 14 clinics in May (because of missing time last fall) and I'll have a couple short, intensive courses in June. But I don't work 36 hours at a time like I did in the '80s.

Even with what could be regarded as the easiest of residencies, I'm maxed out and I do have to make up lost time and not wimp out in clinic. I worry about having another big complication. I won't qualify for FMLA until July. I know my residency director, who is a great guy, would do everything possible to help if I were to end up with another crisis (I have another surgery in May so more complications are possible). However, his hands are tied beyond a certain point by the national post-grad training accreditation body. I just feel that I have to push on, but no, I am not super-doctor!!

Unfortunately the parking nazis here don't issue fines, they tow. I can't face coming out at the end of the day and having my car just not be there, and having to go get it from wherever.

I think I'll have a word with the head of Employee Health, though. If that goes nowhere I can always make a formal complaint to the hospital, when I dredge up the energy.