The Long Day Ends
Jul. 8th, 2005 12:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianSo here we are at the end of an utterly fucked-up day.
In general news, I invited![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
weaselbitch 'round so she could have some company and I could reassure myself that she really was alright -- you know, evidence of all the senses and all that. There was hugging, and we settled down to watch the news coverage. Then dodgyhoodoo finally made it home and you know I hugged him to within an inch of his life. Then we went out to have some food. It was all ... well, as good as it could be in the circumstances.
In my own life ... well, my arm is gradually improving, I think. At least, with everything that's been going on I haven't noticed it hurting so much. I don't think that's saying all that much, given the sheer havoc the anti-inflammatories are playing with my digestive system. And yet, between that and the bus nightmare, there's still this probationary. Whoopee. I'm strongly considering just calling them tomorrow and saying, "In the circumstances -- I'm still not 100%, the buses are jam-packed and it will take me several hours to get to and from Islington for a half-hour meeting -- I would appreciate it if we could reschedule for Monday". However, if they don't take that as a reasonable suggestion, I'm screwed because by that time, it will be too late for me to actually get to the meeting. So I either put myself through hell to get to this stupid meeting (shows willing) or ring them up and basically say, "No way in hell" (shows good judgement).
I'll decide in the morning. I didn't get much sleep last night so I may as well at least try now.
In general news, I invited
weaselbitch 'round so she could have some company and I could reassure myself that she really was alright -- you know, evidence of all the senses and all that. There was hugging, and we settled down to watch the news coverage. Then dodgyhoodoo finally made it home and you know I hugged him to within an inch of his life. Then we went out to have some food. It was all ... well, as good as it could be in the circumstances.In my own life ... well, my arm is gradually improving, I think. At least, with everything that's been going on I haven't noticed it hurting so much. I don't think that's saying all that much, given the sheer havoc the anti-inflammatories are playing with my digestive system. And yet, between that and the bus nightmare, there's still this probationary. Whoopee. I'm strongly considering just calling them tomorrow and saying, "In the circumstances -- I'm still not 100%, the buses are jam-packed and it will take me several hours to get to and from Islington for a half-hour meeting -- I would appreciate it if we could reschedule for Monday". However, if they don't take that as a reasonable suggestion, I'm screwed because by that time, it will be too late for me to actually get to the meeting. So I either put myself through hell to get to this stupid meeting (shows willing) or ring them up and basically say, "No way in hell" (shows good judgement).
I'll decide in the morning. I didn't get much sleep last night so I may as well at least try now.