I do not consider myself a neat freak, although, I have been known to refold all the towels in the linen closet if I find one wrongside out.  Be that as it may, I do not think that it is too much to ask that if you get something out, you put it back where you got it.  Hello!! the drawer you took it out of is right there.  But NOOOO, you just set it on the top of the desk and walk off or leave it where you were working so I have to hunt it down.  I sometimes feel like I spend all day putting things away and restocking shelves.  I'm a secretary not a housekeeper or store clerk.   If you take the last soda can't you open up the case on the shelf and restock the refrigerator?  I mean really!  And please put a new roll of toilet paper on the rod.  It's not complicated my niece can do it and she's on ly 3.

 

I don't mean to complain, wait, yes I do.  It bugs the crap out of me.  The paper towel holder is empty and the papertowels are right above you.  Oh how sweet, you managed to open a new package -- and set it on the counter!

 

Either all my co-workers live in utter chaos or they all have maids.  If it's the later then I think I need a raise.

 

 

I have over the past several months been reading various blogs and have decided that I'll give it a whirl once again.  My first blog was to say the least boring so I deleted it with the thought that I'd re-write it.  However, the fates were against me and I ended up in the hospital for 2 weeks having holes poked in my stomach while they sucked out my gallbladder.  I was hoping to keep all my original parts but apparently it's not to be.

 

After having my gallbladder removed, I now understand my grandmother's statement, "Can't eat that, it bloats me."  Because by golly iceburg lettuce will do it to ya!!

 

The lettuce must have ruptured something important in there because things are not as they should be.  Luckily I have an appointment with my Digestive Disease Doctor.  I only have to wait 1 more week to see him.  Good thing I've got enough Vicodin to tide me over.  Hopefully, I'll be okay until I can see him as I do not want to go to another ER ever again. 

 

When I first had my gallbladder attack, I did not know that's what the problem was.  All I knew was that I was in excrutiating pain and needed someone to make it stop.  So off to the Emergency Room I went.  I fail to see why it's called an Emergency Room.  I thought Emergency indicated immediate, right now, pronto.  Apparently the medical field understands it to mean 3-5 hours from now. 

 

Once you actually get behind the golden doorthough, you're in heaven.  There's a nurse at every turn, seeing to your every need and after they give you that first shot of Demerol you really don't care one way or the other.  Perhaps they should give it upon arrival so you don't care if you have to wait for 5 hours in the waiting area.  They should probably pass it out to the "loved one" that brought you in as well.  Just a thought