look at me still talking when there's science to do

Attempting to find (a) person to do the spinal pump surgery and (2) an orthopedic surgeon to look at my ankle and determine if it needs surgery also. Apparently it is easier to find a duck-billed platypus burger on rye bread. I have left what is, frankly, a ridiculous number of messages, and I am scarcely further ahead than I am now.

In conclusion: AUGH.

Dear Child's School.

Again. I don't know how I feel about having to write these SO DAMN OFTEN...

Thank you SO MUCH for NOT finding anything that you might consider a rash on my kid today! That was very good of you.

Now, about this business with the kid's shoes.

You want shoes that the kid will keep on. I understand this! I do, really. It is difficult to find shoes that will both fit his chubby wide feet AND that he will keep on AND that don't cost a squintillion dollars. I have managed! Don't I rule? Of course I rule.

But see, y'all have a PROBLEM.

You want all of this AND you want shoes he can put on and take off independently?

In the words of the immortal Basil Fawlty ...

Would you like a HIPPOPOTAMUS ON A BUN while you're at it?

See, the child hates wearing clothes like most people hate being stabbed in the ass with sharp pointy STICKS. So you see, if he can take them off independently ...

say it with me, this is NOT HARD ...

He won't do what?

What's that?

He won't KEEP THEM ON AT SCHOOL.

Which you also want!

Translation: bite my shiny metal ass, these shoes are damn well fine and y'all can fucking cope. OR you could, you know, TEACH him to put them on and take them off independently! Wouldn't that rock? Considering you ARE supposed to be doing life skills stuff? Or are you too busy doing USELESS BULLSHIT again?

GROW A CLUE, PLEASE.

L.

(apropos of nothing: the song I'm listening to makes me think of tallin. *beam*)