Work is trying to kill me.

( No, this time they really are. )

Technically I *can* work as long as I don't use my right arm for anything, but the agency decided to just have me rest it for a couple days instead. I have to make an appointment with the medical center to get it checked again on Friday. (They said come back in four days, but the agency said Friday namely because they're closed on weekends -Rolls eyes-) The real irony is that we only have work tonight and tomorrow, and then it's our four day weekend.

Mostly I'm just pissed off that again, THIRTEEN HOURS of pain before being told what's wrong. That was fucking ridiculous. I'm still in pain, but the sling does help a little. I'm trying to stick to mostly using my left arm, which is ... interesting. Also sleep is fun, seeing as I'm a side sleeper. x.x



* ( My shift supervisors are grudge-holding bitches. And I don't like them. )

** I so feel terrible for poor Brother, because we didn't get home after all this until after 2:00 in the afternoon, and he had to go in for work again at midnight tonight. x.x