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Weekend of Hell!!!!!!
Mar. 1st, 2005 09:08 pmNo, it wasn't a good weekend. In contrast to last weekend, when I drove up to Fort Bragg, got tattooed, romped on the beach with my dogs and did a lot of other *really* fun stuff, this one was unadulterated bad.
Starts with Chris being in excruciating pain on Saturday, in his shoulder, up all night with it. We take him to Kaiser the next morning when, after having a total personality clash with the attending physician, said Doc determines that the pain originates from a pinched nerve in his neck. I take him home in a collar (and not the fun kind) and enough pain killers to euthanize a horse. All of this is indescribably awful and scary.
And then I have to leave him and go to Yuba City, 100+ miles away, work trip. In the sheeting rain.
That night, at the floofy but cozy B&B my secretary kindly set me up in, reviewing the case, I make a horrible realization...the person I'm supposed to be grilling was never served. Which means, of course, that he is not going to appear in court the next morning and I drove all this way for...nada. AND I have teh huge project that must be filed with (a different) court on friday. BAD.
Why did this happen, other than, I suck? well, I thought I'd asked the secretary to do it, but she dosen't remember, and I got so busy with the other case that I let it slide. Can you say, stupid rookie lawyer move?!?!?! Well, see if I bloody make *that* mistake, ever again. :P
On the way back, I swung by the fish store, for solace. I obtained who I think will be the last denizen of the tank. Quite unexpectedly; I really went just to look at the huge red-finned catfish they have on display, and pick up 2 neon tetras for my mini-tank. And of course for comfort because I was bloody miserable. Well, I completely fell in love with a tankfull of tiny pictus cats:
http://www.planetcatfish.com/catelog/com_index.htm
for I so love active, long-barbeled catfish. Ever since my channel cat, Averbuck, who was one of the most awesome pets ever, even if he did become *huge*, I have loved them. I assumed that the little pictus would become a monster and eat everything in my tank, because long-barbeled catfish are often like that, but no...the fish store guy assured me that this individual would peacefully cohabit with everybody who already lives in the tank, and get to be a nice big, but not untenable, size. So I brought the 'kitten' home, and he is a little shy still, but very beautiful.
Speaking of kittens, Pouncival noticed immediately. He's always right there whenever I put my hand in the fishtank...hoping for handouts therefrom, I'm certain.
So the wee pictus is named 'Comfort' because s/he is my comfort catfish. It did help my mood somewhat. And, Chris is feeling a bit better...in lots less pain, getting good care, and getting an MRI tomorrow. My boss didn't hand me my head on a spike *too* badly. And we're getting visited by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lythir and ramik this weekend, which is SO wonderful.
So maybe I'm done getting thrashed for awhile. No, wait, I get thrashed till this assignment is done on Friday. Right. Aaah, well.
Starts with Chris being in excruciating pain on Saturday, in his shoulder, up all night with it. We take him to Kaiser the next morning when, after having a total personality clash with the attending physician, said Doc determines that the pain originates from a pinched nerve in his neck. I take him home in a collar (and not the fun kind) and enough pain killers to euthanize a horse. All of this is indescribably awful and scary.
And then I have to leave him and go to Yuba City, 100+ miles away, work trip. In the sheeting rain.
That night, at the floofy but cozy B&B my secretary kindly set me up in, reviewing the case, I make a horrible realization...the person I'm supposed to be grilling was never served. Which means, of course, that he is not going to appear in court the next morning and I drove all this way for...nada. AND I have teh huge project that must be filed with (a different) court on friday. BAD.
Why did this happen, other than, I suck? well, I thought I'd asked the secretary to do it, but she dosen't remember, and I got so busy with the other case that I let it slide. Can you say, stupid rookie lawyer move?!?!?! Well, see if I bloody make *that* mistake, ever again. :P
On the way back, I swung by the fish store, for solace. I obtained who I think will be the last denizen of the tank. Quite unexpectedly; I really went just to look at the huge red-finned catfish they have on display, and pick up 2 neon tetras for my mini-tank. And of course for comfort because I was bloody miserable. Well, I completely fell in love with a tankfull of tiny pictus cats:
http://www.planetcatfish.com/catelog/com_index.htm
for I so love active, long-barbeled catfish. Ever since my channel cat, Averbuck, who was one of the most awesome pets ever, even if he did become *huge*, I have loved them. I assumed that the little pictus would become a monster and eat everything in my tank, because long-barbeled catfish are often like that, but no...the fish store guy assured me that this individual would peacefully cohabit with everybody who already lives in the tank, and get to be a nice big, but not untenable, size. So I brought the 'kitten' home, and he is a little shy still, but very beautiful.
Speaking of kittens, Pouncival noticed immediately. He's always right there whenever I put my hand in the fishtank...hoping for handouts therefrom, I'm certain.
So the wee pictus is named 'Comfort' because s/he is my comfort catfish. It did help my mood somewhat. And, Chris is feeling a bit better...in lots less pain, getting good care, and getting an MRI tomorrow. My boss didn't hand me my head on a spike *too* badly. And we're getting visited by
lythir and ramik this weekend, which is SO wonderful.So maybe I'm done getting thrashed for awhile. No, wait, I get thrashed till this assignment is done on Friday. Right. Aaah, well.
