Saturday Morning Torture Times has been rescheduled for Friday afternoon this week...
Which means I will be going to pick up milks and have dinner out with husband AFTER I get the work over.
Upper body deep tissue massage and pressure point release...
My hair will be JACKED!
Yeah, the massage oil stuff gets all up in the back of my hair.
I'll pretend I don't care, but I prefer my hair without and stuff in it.
I also got an email notice that I have an appointment to get my hair done next Thursday...
Which is my ER-versary.
Odd coincidence. I did not think of that when I scheduled it.
However, I may cancel it depending on what I find out about my impending test appointments...
Which will determine how soon Head Drilling Time comes
I poked people again today via telephone, and was told that they would call back.
The lady in the Neurosurgeons office had expected that the hospital where the tests will be done would have called me already.
Sometimes I fear that they write down the wrong number because of my speech impairment.
Last week I had to make a phone call to a product support line... the person answering had a very thick foreign accent, possibly Indian, and between us it was USELESS. He couldn't understand me, no matter how clear I was trying to be. I had to hang up and call again to try and get someone else... and it worked. The next person had a very light accent and she did have as many problems understanding me through my speech issues.
Having phone conversations on a bad speech day is REALLY frustrating.
I have to concentrate very hard on enunciating the words properly, and they still come out all weird.
Sometimes it gets so bad that even husband can't understand... but that's probably because I don't always focus so hard on clear speech with him because it's more casual.
He will look at me and go "WTH did you just say..."
If it's a pain for him to understand the second time around when I'm trying harder then it's just time for me to stop and be quiet for a while. (Like the rest of the day.)