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Not doing much at all...
Jan. 20th, 2003 09:44 pmI took it really easy today. I didn't feel particularly tired, but didn't want to tucker myself out.
I got the go-ahead to finish the translation job that I partially submitted prior to leaving for the hospital. I have until Wednesday, and though I haven't done much with it today, it's a cinch job. I also salvaged one of the two assignments that were due later in the month.
I got the prescriptions (or two of them, at least... the third is "on order"), and though one of them was well-covered by my prescription plan, the other wasn't (or if it was, I'm ponying up one hell of a co-pay).
I got several calls from the outfit that brought the oxygen setup last night. It appears their service is not covered by my insurance. Moreover, during the first call, they were awfully curious about just what "self-employed" meant (in my reply, I said that "self-employed" fit into the blank on the form better than "small business owner, language consultant, and real estate investor").
A call later in the day woke me up from a nap (hey! just because I wasn't tired doesn't mean I don't nap). When the woman who called asked me if she'd awakened me, I said yes. She wanted to know if she could stop by in about an hour and a half and have me initial the form I'd filled out last night, said initials acknowledging my responsibility for the rental of the oxygen unit.
I sort of lost it, quietly, at that point. I told her she could either take my credit card information right now, or she would have to wait for a time convenient to me to get my initials on her form, as it was my intent to go back to sleep as soon as I hung up the phone.
She took my credit card information, and was gracious enough (!?) to reduce the fee for the unit. Mmmmm.
* * * In other areas, I have been informed that a pair of reviews penned by Lee (aka ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
love337) have been paid for by the publisher (which is the sincerest form of acceptance, as long as the check clears :^), and that more assignments are in the offing. That makes my girl a chip off the old block(head)!
I polished off the last 100 pages of Clancy's Red Rabbit, which Drew and Shannon brought to me in the hospital to help while away those dreadfully boring hours. Indeed, by the time we got home last night (there was a temptation to say "Sunday night," as it seems so long ago), I'd buzzsawed my way through most of the tale. I did not find the first third or so of the book to be that compelling, but once things started rolling, it was an enjoyable read.
* * * There is a fairly sizeable world of LJ-independent weblogs out there, which I've only discovered recently. One that stands out among the rest is an interesting blog called Eject! Eject! Eject!, run by a fellow named Bill Whittle.
Unlike many other blogs, which aspire to the sphere of punditry, Whittle's posts tend to be essays of the classical sort. His most recent, on Celebrity, is well worth reading, in my opinion. (You'll have to dig up links to previous essays on Freedom, Empire, and Honor on your own. :^)
Time to hit the hay.
Cheers...
I got the go-ahead to finish the translation job that I partially submitted prior to leaving for the hospital. I have until Wednesday, and though I haven't done much with it today, it's a cinch job. I also salvaged one of the two assignments that were due later in the month.
I got the prescriptions (or two of them, at least... the third is "on order"), and though one of them was well-covered by my prescription plan, the other wasn't (or if it was, I'm ponying up one hell of a co-pay).
I got several calls from the outfit that brought the oxygen setup last night. It appears their service is not covered by my insurance. Moreover, during the first call, they were awfully curious about just what "self-employed" meant (in my reply, I said that "self-employed" fit into the blank on the form better than "small business owner, language consultant, and real estate investor").
A call later in the day woke me up from a nap (hey! just because I wasn't tired doesn't mean I don't nap). When the woman who called asked me if she'd awakened me, I said yes. She wanted to know if she could stop by in about an hour and a half and have me initial the form I'd filled out last night, said initials acknowledging my responsibility for the rental of the oxygen unit.
I sort of lost it, quietly, at that point. I told her she could either take my credit card information right now, or she would have to wait for a time convenient to me to get my initials on her form, as it was my intent to go back to sleep as soon as I hung up the phone.
She took my credit card information, and was gracious enough (!?) to reduce the fee for the unit. Mmmmm.
love337) have been paid for by the publisher (which is the sincerest form of acceptance, as long as the check clears :^), and that more assignments are in the offing. That makes my girl a chip off the old block(head)! I polished off the last 100 pages of Clancy's Red Rabbit, which Drew and Shannon brought to me in the hospital to help while away those dreadfully boring hours. Indeed, by the time we got home last night (there was a temptation to say "Sunday night," as it seems so long ago), I'd buzzsawed my way through most of the tale. I did not find the first third or so of the book to be that compelling, but once things started rolling, it was an enjoyable read.
Unlike many other blogs, which aspire to the sphere of punditry, Whittle's posts tend to be essays of the classical sort. His most recent, on Celebrity, is well worth reading, in my opinion. (You'll have to dig up links to previous essays on Freedom, Empire, and Honor on your own. :^)
Time to hit the hay.
Cheers...
