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tobi, kaitlin, amy, connie, linda -Yee Haw!

tobi, kaitlin, amy, connie, linda
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A night to Remember

KAITS BACHELORETTE PARTY!! whoo hoo!

Cowgirl theme.
Acme Comedy club.
Drinks.
Great Company.
Lots of laughter and giggles.
Nonsense and randomness.

Feeling like we were in our own world.
Not caring how we danced--insert Tobi.
"I'm with the DJ"
"I'm not a swinger"
Weird guy in the geo metro


Here's to the night....!!!!

Crappy Day got even Crappier

Bad day at work, to say the least.

Great, sunny day the other week. I'm thinking, I totally need this lunch break, or I'm going to go nuts! I grab my purse, leave my jacket behind and walk out the door. The light breeze flows through my hair, which tickles my face. I take a deep breath in, ahh, spring is on it's way! With one swift step, I feel something bump into my neck. I look down, there is a brown leaf that has attached itself to my fuzzy turtle-neck type shirt. I remove and walk to my car. Just as I bend at the waist to get into my car, a horrible pain shoots through my neck. I feel it again and again. In shock I sit down in my car, feet still outside. I look down again at my shirt. A wasp is caught in my turtle-neck and has stung me multiple times in the neck. I swat him away, but he is caught in the fuzzy kniting of my shirt. Finally, I stand up and pick him out of my shirt. I turn to walk back into the office. As I walk in the door, the look on my face must have given it away and immediatly, my coworker Irene says, "Honey what's wrong?" With a quick reply I say "I got stung by a bee in the neck and I'm allergic!" She immediatly grabs her purse and jacket and says, "Lets go to the Urgent care down the road." Just as we walk by the supervisors office, she says "and where do you think you 2 are going?" Irene explains quickly as we keep walking. Tiffany, our superviser gets out of her chair and says, "well, can't she go by herself?" Irene and I look at each other in amazement that this person doesn't understand the potential severity of the situation. Irene tells her that she's driving me, we stare. Tiffany tells us there is a near-by clinic down the road and gives us directions.

Red stop lights at every frickin' intersection! 15 minutes into the sting and it's beginning to swell, it is obviously irritated, and it hurts a ton. We stop at this clinic and walk in. They don't have urgent care and direct us 5 miles down the road. Red stop lights again. Irene keeps asking, "Honey are you doing alright?" Meanwhile we are stillnot at urgent care and my breathing is getting more difficult. There is a large golf-ball sized lump on my neck and it's growing.

We finally arrive to the Urgent Care, by the time I get to the counter, it looks like I swallowed a grapefruit and got it stuck. My breathing is loud and heavy and my skin feels tight in the face. I tell the woman what happened and that I'm having an allergic reaction. The woman asks if I have insurance. I do! I say. But what a bad day to decide to switch purses. She gives me a million forms to go fill out and tells me to get my insurance information. I fill out the paperwork, while Irene calls our HR lady at work to find out my info. Just as I'm finished with the paperwork, Irene hands me a business card with random numbers scribbled on it--my insurance information! Yeah! I hand the clipboard, along with the business card to the woman behind the desk and go back to my chair. We have now been there 15 minutes, and still have not seen anyone!

15 minutes later, my name is called. My breathing is still difficult and I'm hoping this won't take long. The nurse puts me in a room and asks me "what seems to be the problem today?" As if she can't see the softball of a neck I have. She drops her pen a few times and seems a little hurried. She takes my pulse and loses count, she she has to retake it. She procedes to take my blood pressure, and doesn't tell me to sit with my feet flat on the ground--my legs are crossed and my purse is on my lap.--I've been to the DR. enough to know you don't get an accurate reading that way. She seems like she's in such a hurry, I wanted to ask if she needed to be somewhere else. She moves on to take my tempature, and sticks the thermomiter in my mouth. It beeps, and she takes it out and puts it away. 2 Minutes later she asks, " Do you remember what your tempurature was? I forgot to write it down?" I let her know what I think it was and she jots that down. She informs me that the DR will be right in, and she leaves the room.

15 minutes of waiting, and the DR finally comes in the door. He says " I hear you have a soar throat and your ear aches" I think to myself, "Hmm, not so much..." I tell him the schpeal and he has me hop up on the table. He puts the stethascope on my back to check my breathing, and says "Now, I want you to take a deep breath in and out of my mouth... Um, I mean your mouth, not mine, sorry." Okay at this point I feel like someone is going to walk in the door and say "Ha Ha Gottcha! Smile, you're on candid camera!" Are these people really Dr.'s? Do they really have their degree? Seriously.

So, then they hook me up to some machine thingy's to monitor my breathing, they stab me in the leg with an Epi Pen, and slowly my swelling goes down slightly, and my breathing gets better. He writes me a prescription for Tylonal 3, which has Codine in it--which I told the nurse I was allergic too. It's a good thing she wrote it down, eh? I tell him I can't take it, so he tells me take Tylonal and Benedryl and then writes a prescription for 3 Epi pens, just in case I get stung by a bee again.

I get back to work, still swollen, still breathing harder than normal. Irene and I wanted to make sure she got back to the office as quick as possible, so we didn't stop anywhere on the way back so I could eat. Our idea was to get her back, then I would run across the road to McDonalds for 5 minutes and bring something back and eat at my desk. I come in the office to let my managers know I'm okay, and start to walk back out the door. My supervisor says " Where do you think your going now?" I tell her I need food and I was going to go across the street. She asks why I didn't do it on the way back to work, and I explain how Irene and I thought it was best for at least one of us to come back to get the phones and such, rather than having the 2 of us gone. She just says fine, and waves her hand as to shoe me a away.

Never once did she ask how I was, or make sure that I was okay or comfortable, nothing. Everyone else in the office checked in on me, and the one person who gets paid more to take care of their employees, never inquired.

Oh, what a day.