Tuesday, February 15, 2011

I knew better than to say anything.

The Omnipotent Comedian strikes again.

I had to talk about headaches and migraines, didn't I? It was out of sympathy, though. A friend of mine woke up with a headache and that's why I said anything. But does this matter to the All-Powerful Jokester?

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. And now I have a headache. A vicious, snarky, mean-spirited headache. Sheesh.

It's not like I used the Q word at work. Not like Meredith, whom I could have cheerfully murdered, did. She did! She strolled right into the lab, specimen in hand and said, "Wow, it's really quiet in here!" ARGGGGGGGG! She didn't even try to whisper!! And as I turned, exclamations of horror trembling on my tongue, the bell rang.

The bell. You know, the bell. The thing that alerts the xray and lab staff that we have a patient. Or two. Or sixty-five.

Meredith, that little rat, scurried out of the lab and back to her hole as everything went to hell in the lab. No handbasket. Straight to hell. The next morning I stomped over to her department and gave her a fulminating glare.

"What did I do?" she asked. The little rat.

"You know what you did."

Blank stare.

"Yesterday? In the lab? What you said????"

Light dawned. "Ohhh. Did you get busy?"

No, rocket scientist. I'm over here, barely recovered from the Lab Night From Hell, just to say hi. No reason at all. Pfft.

She was SO lucky my filters were engaged.

What???? I do so have filters! I do! Yes, I do. Imagine what would come out if I didn't have them. Okay, some people know what comes out when the filters aren't engaged, but the medication and therapy route is really working for them now. They'll be home and at 100% in no time.


Anyway. So. Well. Yes. I...ahem...I may have said something about the embittered spinster thing yesterday, in an effort to reduce the importance of a holiday that is rife with angst and emotion for many people. And...uh...well...


Oh, fine. Say it. You know you want to. Don't hurt yourself.


  1. Ahhh, you got a gifty! How sweet. Flowers and not old chocies. Woot!

    And for the headache, omg, I'm so sorry it found you. I tried to keep it home but....it never listens to me.

    Off to rescue my flowers (mmm, carnations) from the cats.

    What was I supposed to say? ;)

  2. i think you'd scare the shit out of me if i ever experienced you without your filters in place.