Shrek relaxing on the backlot at Universal Studios.
It's been a week. My middle girl was in the ER - twice. Once we got a Nazi, the other an Ass Covering Idiot. Neither of them did a thing except give her some meds for pain (grudgingly). They both did the bit where If Only The Mother Were A Different Person, the Kid Would Be Fine or If Only The Kid Would Stop Whining, Everything Would Be Fine. What it really is is If Only The Fucking Doctors Would Practice Medicine Instead of Worring About Malpractice Insurance, My Kid Would Be Fine.
When I was a kid, we looked up to doctors. Doctors were on a list of Admirable Persons just below astronauts and police officers. Anything that was wrong on the planet, a Doctor or a Police Officer could fix it. Now I'm afraid of both of them. Maybe I should have NASA take a look at her. Maybe if they saw her crying and hating herself for needing help, they'd be able to do something. Maybe I could ask for help and not be accused of drug-seeking or enabling or abuse.
It seems the management company fired the plumbers without bothering to tell us and we've been left with open walls and broken pipes for going on six weeks. Worse, it's beginning to look like they intend to rehab the entire bulding, unit by unit, and raise our rents.
AARRGGHH!!
I took a job taking photos for insurance companies. They better send me a lot of work.
