the cardiologist's office received the fax of ms. sheera's report...but boy is that receptionist irritable. all i did was call to make sure they received it and to give them my work number in case they didn't have it. i always say thank you for all your help...at some point i even apologized, i don't know what for because it's their job to leave messages for the doctors. if i, as a client, wish to discuss the test results for my cat with the doctor i would think i had a right to...why am i made to feel like i'm a nuisance for wanting to speak with him?
funny though, they're never irritated when i need info in order to pay the bill.
i can't wait to go home! i miss my parents and i miss the kids and my brothers and sisters...it'll be crazy as all hell...10 of us not including kids and wives...shit! no husbands!!! my sis is divorced, me and my other sister are single, and my eldest sister is a nun! (i guess you can say she's married to God) lord...the pressure...have to settle down once i finish school and get my license...
list of things for franny to do:
1. survive practicums
2. take board exam
3. get license
4. find some poor soul that'll have no clue what he's gettin' into and make him marry me.
5. buy a farm, a couple of llamas and herding dogs, rescue at least 1 racehorse and a few greyhounds...and of course, hire some inner city strays to be my barn cats...
6. learn the green acres tune and find a pitchfork...
7. throw away every pair of f*cken nylons i have...
8. buy comfy nurse clogs and crazy socks to wear with them
9. dress in animal print scrubs and head to the hospital...whenever it may be or whichever will have me... i'd like to work with exotics...wildlife...and of course doggies and kitties...