Blood Draw with a Cute Mexican Daddy 🌯 🌮💦
To the best of my recollection, as I'd gone into the City (S.F....I live where Enid lives) for bloodwork before I catch up with my specialist today. BG: I hate the incompetence of this clinic, but as a Poor, I must go there. It's LGBTQ+ friendly and is known for its 🏳️⚧️ care. I hadn't had this phlebotomist before, though. I was thinking of working it into Afterburn, but I'll do something else that's similar. This one tickled me.
Me: This time you guys need to get what you need to get from me in this one shot. Last time you asked me to come in for a similar thing, I sat here and made sure that the nurses double checked the list of needs, and they still called me the next day saying that they forgot something. I cannot come into this clinic or anywhere where my immunocompromised ass can get sick and die from COVID.
Funky Cold*: Uh...okay. I get you, I've got all that the doctor asked for right here.
Me: *notes his several tubes* That's why I wear my mask and goggles everywhere. *notes his mask is pulled over his chin* But I do like to be able to see your beard.
FC: *instantly blushes* Thanks...*proceeds to try and find a vein on my right arm and is failing*
Me: Did you want to try my left arm? It's where I usually get it drawn from. The vein is easier to see.
FC: Yeah, sure. *I could tell he felt like a bit of a failure...but he was still grinning and bright*
Me: *unsheaths left arm from jacket and puts it on the armrest* Hold on a sec, let me help you. *PROCEEDS TO SMACK THE EVERLOVING SHIT OUT OF THE CROOK OF ARM, HARD*
FC: *looks shocked but nervously so* Whoa!
Me: It's fine. Do you need me to do it some more?
FC: NO... *sees that it's red and doesn't know what to say*
Me: Are you sure? I like pain.
FC: *is shaking his head and getting ready to insert his needle* Tell me something, though: Is it raining outside?
Me: Unfortunately no.
FC: ...Unfortunately???
Me: I love the rain.
FC: Yeah, but that means I'd have to take an Uber.
Me: *ttly confused since it seems like it would be more dangerous to take a stranger's car than BART*
FC: *delays the pricking, proceeds to tell me about how taking an Uber instead of walking to BART if it was raining would spare him from getting drenched*
Me: Huh. I guess that's fine if you don't like to get wet. You sure you don't need me to hit it some more? I should let you hit it...*quieter* Smack...oo Daddy, gimme more.
FC: No, you're good, heh... *has a real nervous grin on his face as he sticks it in and fills tube after tube as I just stare at his beard and talk more about why I just can't come in as often as I used to*...*finishes up and pulls it out (odd, because usually the phlebotomist will just hit the spring to retract), almost jumps up with a grin, huffs*
Me: What?
FC: *pinked, huge nervous grin, chuckling* Nothing, you're just the first one all day who's gotten me all...WOO! *more chuckling*
Me: I tend to have that effect on people.
*Gen X will get this ref, and the poor man's last name is the rest of the song title (I think, I had trouble reading his name badge because of my poor eyesight/goggles...plus his name badge was on his belt and he probably thought i was looking at his 🍆).
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I couldn't make it to my dad's 70th birthday surprise party, because money is super tight, especially with 2 shifts a week and a dental bill of about 3K$ and one more appointment to go. I know it sounds like excuses but I don't have savings to dip in.
My step-mother didn't even invite me to the fb group, my sister did after she inquired if I knew about it. I was going to post about trying when I was invited by her, but I saw that it was created a month earlier. Even though they might suspect that I wouldn't be able to attend, but at least I would have been aware of it to try to make plans; I might have been able to at least try before the whole dental thing happened.
So the day fell on one of my work nights. The party wouldn't start till the evening, so it gives me a chance to call during my break.
I tried to do a facetime call, when he finally answered, no visual from him. He moved to a quieter place. I wished an advance birthday and all that and apologized that I couldn't make it and that I would call him again on his actual birthday. That's when I heard laughter from him and a few others, so it made me regret that I even called. I want to give the benefit of the doubt that it was happenstance of a comment at the party, but maybe it's because I was in a mask and uniform on screen. I tried another conversation, another set of laughter where I said nothing funny. I had more time that I could chat, but I wanted to hang up before I got upset. So I said that my break was over.
The laughter made me think of past scenarios where I would hear my step-mother comment condescendingly but in a humorous tone. ie: "Oh that Insomniac, it's too bad that her work wouldn't let her book off. Ha ha!" Sometimes it's from another family member from that side.
I feel like a fucking idiot.
Why did I even bother to try? I should've just sent a text apologizing for the missed event and another one on his birthday, today. I keep trying and trying and trying, and I should've just continued to do as I started a few years, do the bare minimum as he had done. But no, I had to make an exception for a milestone birthday.
That is more than what he did for mine. He tried to contact me at 8pm. A full day has passed. Although he posted on his page, wasn't able to tag me for some reason, wishing me a happy bday. I laughed about it and continued my night hanging out with the Roomie.
They come down here for hockey and baseball games often and sometimes they contact me to find out if I'm available the day before (not enough time to make plans), if not I find out by a fb post that they were in town.
Yes. I'm bitter. I've ranted about him before. I'm trying hard to leave this energy. It does not serve me in the slightest!
I'm still going to give him a call because I promised. I hate that I have to be the better person. The empathy. All of it. And I'm angry at myself for it.
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WE OUTSIDE
dedication under the cut:
i originally started this just a few days before janice burgess passed away. if you have been following me for a while, you'd know that the backyardigans is still one of my all time favorite shows to this day: a major brainworm ive had since i was first popped out the womb.
she had such a huge hand in me and my siblings childhoods outside of backyardigans, as well, and i cant understate how much it means to me to see a black woman have such a major role in various popular animated franchises.
RIP to one of my greatest animation inspos, ESPECIALLY when it comes to children's entertainment. the fact that mrs. burgess passed on the day before my birthday hurts especially, so i dedicate this drawing to her! i would not be who i am w/o these goobers, so thank you
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Whenever I get approval from Astarion it tends to be after something absolutely ridiculous my bard has done or said. SO, I just picture him far in the back just:
He is living his best life just munching the vampire equivalent of popcorn and watching her go looool
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I had thought that January was the bad days. I knew that it was too quiet/good this year.
Every day I'm half expecting something bad to go/bad news. Every text or messages, I'm expecting the worst, bringing me back to solidify my wall; especially with the past month and recent events. Anxiety has gone back to 11. I'm sleeping most of my days off, but I don't feel rested. I'm hoping to be rested enough for the holiday + Avatar2 opening beginning next week.
Came across my feelings. XD
My roomie has some rotten luck/happenstance at work, but slowly getting it fixed/done. I hope that my bad luck hasn't rubbed off on her. 😅
Might as well post this now in anticipation for the next event. November, you were not fun. And December, don't even think about it. You both can't be the new January betch!
Also Monday I'll be spending my day at work, cause the apt building's bi-annual bug spraying is happening on our level and obviously we can't be home. My shift starts at a weird time, so I'm hoping I can at least do one movie before my shift.
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