This is so accurate it hurts.
Friday went well enough; I had the mammogram, then I had the ultrasound. It seems that I have some scar tissue in the right Troublemaker, which was picked up by the mammogram and not the MRI. Fun. But it’s over and I’m fine. No need to evict the Troublemakers just yet. So there’s that.
Prime’s getting better, albeit slowly. Very slowly. He’s still sniffling a bit but he can keep down food and drinks, which was the main problem. At least he’s able to speak at a decent volume; he could barely mumble when he was in the hospital. (He really couldn’t help it, as the dehydration just left him incredibly weak.) His voice might be a little bit rough, but at least he has one.
I’m not sure who exactly is in charge of the schedule now. I know it’s not Salinn, as she’s Night Merch now. To be honest, I don’t know who’s our immediate manager. There have been so many changes with our department that I’m uncertain. We get a new manager, they stick around for a while, then it’s lather, rinse, repeat. It’s not as bad as Walmart, but it’s still a bit frustrating.
It’s June. How the hell did it get to June so fast?