Urgent Care sucks… December 9, 2008

I have Paronychia. Which is a really fun way of saying finger infection. I’m on antibiotics, but according to Target’s Clinic, it will never go away until a medical professional drains it. Which is why I was sent to urgent care. The urgent care doctor wasn’t convinced I needed to have my finger drained.

If I have to go back in a week to have it drained, I will cut someone.

I realize that the doctors in the urgent care clinic don’t want to be there. It’s part of their job working in a hospital. That does not, however, give them the right to just glance at my painfully angry finger and push me out the door with a prescription. Especially when I’m probably going to be charged nearly $200 for said visit. I have no idea how much insurance will cover; hopefully it’s all of it.

I still have long blog entries in my head, but it hurts to type, so they’ll have to wait until my finger isn’t filled with pus.

I toyed with the idea of taking a picture of my finger, but I’ll spare you. It’s not as bad as some of the pictures you can find on the internet, but it isn’t pretty. I keep it covered at work; I’m not sure if that’s good for the infection or making it worse. But I don’t want it to scare people, and I definitely don’t want it to start draining on its own and make a yucky mess.

Aren’t you glad you know me? I’m awesome, I know.

Ch-ch-ch-changes November 26, 2008

I’m reasonabily certain that isn’t the first time I’ve used that as a blog post title…

The Hippy and I spent the night in our new home last night.  It’s foreign territory to both of us, but the neighborhood looks and sounds just fine.  Despite that, we jumped every time we heard a noise because we’re paranoid freaks.  The furnace will take some finagling–one minute we were freezing, the next we were burning up.

He’ll be living there alone until after Christmas.  With No Coast and Craftmas coming up, plus my overwhelming desire to make everyone’s present, I’m going to be in no shape to move.  The majority of what I own is sewing supplies, and while I intend to move things over in pieces, I can’t uproot my sewing area until all my sewing is out of the way.

I’ll be honest… It’s overwhelming…