The above pix were found on the internet.... my state, She knows how to do The Pretty Springtime!
Yesterday, I was ignorantly thinking that my daughter was lingering nearby enjoying the hospitality of the Riverside county jail. You see, due to my
Until her property box was delivered by UPS. I opened it up and that was a mistake.
Immediately her scent drifted to me – the familiar mix of faint cigarette smoke and Sweet Pea by Bath and Body Works…. First I stuck my nose in it and breathed deep (and cried) and then I had to just duct tape it shut and put it in the garage. I’ll get it out when I’m feeling a tad stronger.
Anyway, once it dawned on me today, what had happened, I began trying to get an answer at the inmate locator line. What a joke. I have unlimited free long distance on our home line. (the free bit is a bit of a misnomer – we pay a small fee for that, but can talk til we’re blue in the face, nationwide, as a result). I put the phone on speaker each time it put me on hold, and waited for an HOUR each time I tried. I worked all day and never got through. I even took advantage of their handy-dandy fax inquiry line, and faxed a request for her info in, at about 10AM. My fax machine has been silent since then.
At this rate, she could be done (early December), bussed home and ringing my doorbell before I can get her CDC# and send her the first postcard.
I know, Ma, you’ve told me 4,592 times, “don’t exaggerate!”
Executive decision: I’m going to spend less time trying to figure out what her life is like up there, too. Note to self: Stay off of Prisontalk.com. Tales of no mail out for months at a time, 2 rolls of TP a week, minimal women’s sanitary supplies, and lockdowns as a result of 30 women fighting over a $3.00 bottle of lotion…. Shudder! All because I wanted to know if there was an economical way to get phone calls…. I found out about EVERYTHING except how to economically get phone calls from the two Chowchilla facilities.
I’m focused on getting the invoicing done for my biz – if the docs don’t pay me, I can’t go grocery shopping! And they won’t pay, unless I ask! Once I get that done, my reward is going upstairs and just patting the fabric that I will have time to play with tomorrow! Yay for a new project in the works!
And last but not least…..The mailman brought good news. I got the standard “Congrats – your boobies are fine” from the Imaging Center. After all the fuss, I will ask my doctor to fax me a copy of the transcribed report, to make absolutely sure a comparison to the 2007 films is actually mentioned. After all the hoops we jumped through to get the old images and deliver them ourselves, still, it would not surprise me if the final comparison was overlooked in the hurry of some tired, hungry, stressed-out radiology resident, reading films at 2 AM while gobbling down cold pizza…. I know this is how it goes, because I get the reports to transcribe from my own radiology clients and that’s when a heck of a lot of them are dictated! Yawn! Scary! (Yeah, they don’t sound so good dictated through mouthfuls of that pizza, either!)
Praying for all of us to have a restful evening and lighter hearts!