We are young, we run green
Keep our teeth nice and clean
See out friends, see the sights
Feel alright!
I’ve so got that song stuck in my head. I don’t even know why I’m so addicted to it, it’s just so happy and… retro. I guess it’s not that old, only 1995, but still. 🙂 I guess I’m just in a happy mood. It’s been an interesting day, despite having to wake up early again. I so hate that.
I had to go back out to Fort Myer in Arlington this morning to get a referral to go see a specialist for yet another problem (not serious, no worries), and I also had to take care of this stupid Certificate of Medical Necessity for my prosthetic toe. My poor doctor is so old and so incapable. She got this form from Tricare (my medical insurance), all she needed to do was put in my height, weight, and her physician pin number. That’s all. And yet we’ve all been trying to find this stupid form cause no one knew where it was. Tricare approved the prosthetic toe, they’re going to pay for it, but they can’t without getting that form back. We found out the last time I was there that it had been sitting on my doctor’s desk the entire time, she just didn’t know what to write on it.
Anyway, I got the nurse to write in my height and weight, but then had to go to the Tricare office in the hospital to have the physician’s pin number put in (my doctor didn’t know that either. I swear she’s in her 70s – it literally took her ten minutes to write a single-sentence referral. It’s just sad.) I went down to the office and there’s this really nice African-American lady that works there. She has her head shaved bald and she’s one of those great women that’s flamboyant and sure of herself, and so willing to help anybody. I explained what was going on, she said, “Come on, honey, I’ll take care of you.” She took me over to her office and asked me what happened with my toe. I told the whole story in a nutshell and she got so upset. She kept saying, “You sued him, right?” When I explained that I lost the law suit because of one wicked nasty US Attorney she turned to me and she said, “Sweetie, you know that God will get him in the end.” She was so funny about it and just kept going on and on. “It’s not like you wanna wish somethin’ bad on him, but it’ll happen. You may not get that money now, and he may seem like he’s doin’ well, but oooooh, he’ll get it!” It was so cute and funny.
Then my mom came back from her appointment and found me in her office, still talking to that nice lady, and waiting for someone else to track down the physician’s pin number. The nice lady kept telling my mom, “Your daughter’s so sweet, she’s just the sweetest little pookie on this planet.” From there on out she even gave me a pet name. In the Tricare office at Fort Myer I am now referred to as Pookie Bo Bo. 🙂 I kind of like it. I may use it on one of my children some day. It’s just a great nickname. Pookie Bo Bo. Hehehe.
I just love those nice flamboyant black ladies. The type that always calls everyone Sweetie or Darling. They’re instantly caring and treat everybody like family. They’re just loads of fun to have around, and really great to talk to. All ladies like that should be therapists. No more drugs, just one hour of being called Pookie Bo Bo and telling you that all evil people will “get it from God” in the end, that’ll cure all your problems. 🙂 It’s just so nice to be emotionally pampered by somebody like that for a while. I bet she’s a great mother.
So, what else did I do today. Mom and I went to a great outlet store after the hospital to just run through it real quick. I felt miserable in the store, my legs have been aching like crazy. But, on an up note, I got two new skirts and an awesome new bag. It’s rather big, but it’d be perfect for a book bag or over-night bag. Plus, it matches my cute bowling shoes! 🙂 I’m all happy about that. I’ll have to take a picture of it cause if I try to describe it I know I won’t do it properly. I’m not awake enough and I’m too hyper – all at the same time – so there’s no way any description of mine is going to be coherent. Heck, this blog entry is probably really babbly and full of horrendous typos. Please excuse me for that. A tired body but happy mind is a bad combination this late at night when Pookies should be trying to go to sleep.
I so love that nickname.
Haha, okay, one more funny thing that happened today before I go off to sleep… or end up spending another hour talking to Sam. 🙂 I emailed this guy yesterday about getting a pin/button/thing from the Join-Me.co.uk campaign. (You should join, go there.) Anyway, this guy, Joinee Whitby, is making buttons, and he had a thing posted on his site (Joinee.co.uk) that if you wanted one just send him an email. I did, he said he’d send me one, then I made a button design, and it was all cute and stuff. And then, after he thanked me for it I send him this message: “No problem, if you ever need anything else just give me a ring.” Now, that’s pretty straight-forward, right? I get an email back from him this afternoon that simply said: “A ring?” He was completely confused. Is that phrase just not used in England? He must have thought I was being horribly forward and egging him on for a proposal of marriage or something. Or that I was just some weird chick who tried to coerce men into buying me jewelry. I straightened it out, but now I feel rather silly. Who would have guessed they don’t use that phrase in the UK? I have problems with that sometimes. For instance, I was writing an email to Robert the other night and I almost said, “That’s a bummer.” Then I went, Doh! It’s really awful when Americans share words in common with Britain that are only swear words on one side of the Atlantic. Bummer isn’t bad over here at all, but over there I’d probably get my mouth washed out with soap. Or, at the very least, Alastair would laugh at me and gasp, “Do you know what you just said?”
And now off I go. 🙂