:Shennanigans:

Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :)

The doc pulled my driving privileges! Basta**!!! Pulled the entire release I was given. Unbelievable. He apparently expected me to quietly accept his command of "house arrest" again. Now that was the joke of the year!!! Of course, in the end, I lost the fight. So, for the next three weeks, I am going to climb my walls and claw at the ceiling. How fun. Really. With all the disregard of his earlier instruction, I seem to have torn something and caused excess scar tissue to form. If I do not "cease and desist" my reckless disregard of his authority, my body will not heal properly and I will forevermore have internal problems; at such time I will have to be tied down and forced into submission of his rules. (Okay, okay, okay, fine, I get the point.) Doc said I was his first patient, put him in a bad mood, and do not make a good patient. He also added that he would likely do the same if he had to go to a lawyer for advice. Probably true.

Ultimately, this interferes with the job fair I was going to attend this week. Can't go if I cannot drive. Too far to take a bus, way to expensive to take a cab, and no one else is going. Was going to go with Charles, but he hurt his back and won't be making it. *sigh* When he got hurt, I offered to pick him up and take him - glad that plan wasn't made; would hate to flake on him. Hopefully this won't affect my plans to hang with Jen next week. *crosses fingers and utters some mumbo-jumbo*

As my final rebellion before "obeying" "the command", I drove out to SCV to get some errands done. Afterward I met up with Bubba for sushi. Hung out for a bit after dinner. Once home, I passed out pretty early. Missed the season premier of CSI: Miami. Oh well. Couldn't have stayed awake if I had pried toothpicks between my lids to do it.

Rob worked the final play-off game for the Jet Hawks. He was pretty tired all day and I was unnerved about his drive all the way home after the game. So much for that - I wasn't even awake to talk to him while he drove. Poor guy. Oh, and I forgot to mention, quite funny actually because nothing serious happened to him... Rob got hit by a Hollywood (or Sunset) Tours bus yesterday. Paint along his car. He did not talk to me first, so all I can say is this, "DOH!" Rob cleaned the paint off his car, couldn't follow the bus for its info, didn't double check the busline's name, didn't stop to talk to anyone who might have seen it, and won't go to a doctor to get checked out. Note to self and others: if you get hit by BIG money bus, don't fix damage on own, get as much info as possible, and IMMEDIATELY call your lawyer friends... DOH!

Scott has his root-canal today. Ugh. Hope it solves the horrible pain he has been having. Then he can go and enjoy his chips and salsa and margaritas again. : )

Seeing as how I am stuck here, I might as well go clean up the kitchen so I don't have to keep looking at the mess.

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2004-09-21 8:59 AM lawyers & doctors - a love/hate relationship Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: seething with rage and animosity Read/Post Comments (0)	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :) The doc pulled my driving privileges! Basta*!!! Pulled the entire release I was given. Unbelievable. He apparently expected me to quietly accept his command of "house arrest" again. Now that was the joke of the year!!! Of course, in the end, I lost the fight. So, for the next three weeks, I am going to climb my walls and claw at the ceiling. How fun. Really. With all the disregard of his earlier instruction, I seem to have torn something and caused excess scar tissue to form. If I do not "cease and desist" my reckless disregard of his authority, my body will not heal properly and I will forevermore have internal problems; at such time I will have to be tied down and forced into submission of his rules. (Okay, okay, okay, fine, I get the point.) Doc said I was his first patient, put him in a bad mood, and do not make a good patient. He also added that he would likely do the same if he had to go to a lawyer for advice. Probably true. Ultimately, this interferes with the job fair I was going to attend this week. Can't go if I cannot drive. Too far to take a bus, way to expensive to take a cab, and no one else is going. Was going to go with Charles, but he hurt his back and won't be making it. sigh* When he got hurt, I offered to pick him up and take him - glad that plan wasn't made; would hate to flake on him. Hopefully this won't affect my plans to hang with Jen next week. crosses fingers and utters some mumbo-jumbo As my final rebellion before "obeying" "the command", I drove out to SCV to get some errands done. Afterward I met up with Bubba for sushi. Hung out for a bit after dinner. Once home, I passed out pretty early. Missed the season premier of CSI: Miami. Oh well. Couldn't have stayed awake if I had pried toothpicks between my lids to do it. Rob worked the final play-off game for the Jet Hawks. He was pretty tired all day and I was unnerved about his drive all the way home after the game. So much for that - I wasn't even awake to talk to him while he drove. Poor guy. Oh, and I forgot to mention, quite funny actually because nothing serious happened to him... Rob got hit by a Hollywood (or Sunset) Tours bus yesterday. Paint along his car. He did not talk to me first, so all I can say is this, "DOH!" Rob cleaned the paint off his car, couldn't follow the bus for its info, didn't double check the busline's name, didn't stop to talk to anyone who might have seen it, and won't go to a doctor to get checked out. Note to self and others: if you get hit by BIG money bus, don't fix damage on own, get as much info as possible, and IMMEDIATELY call your lawyer friends... DOH! Scott has his root-canal today. Ugh. Hope it solves the horrible pain he has been having. Then he can go and enjoy his chips and salsa and margaritas again. : ) Seeing as how I am stuck here, I might as well go clean up the kitchen so I don't have to keep looking at the mess. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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