Do you assume it's me whenever you see bullet points on your flist?

Okay, so this week's drama accidentally continued?

• Tuesday: went to the doctor and maybe cried at him a bit because I am so tired. I'll go into the whole thing in another post because my note in the appointment request were verbatim "Med review and mental health getting worse, yay" and you can skip it. Short version: I'm doing all of the reasonable things I could be doing to not be crazy, and he's sending me for the MOT of blood tests to see if there's anything physically wrong.


• Wednesday: jesus christ.
  
  • Library that was closed due raw sewage shorting the system re-opens!
  
  

  • Coworker who's only worked in academic libraries: A customer thinks she saw someone with a knife upstairs!
    
    Me and the other public library survivor:
    
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    — Susan (spindilly) 29 April 2026 at 09:24

    
    Four security guards in full gear, two plain clothes security guards, café staff locking themselves in the staff-only area and contemplating hiding in the industrial fridge later: it was a comb.
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• Found the one (1) phlebotomist who has ever heard me say "Fair warning, the last guy needed a butterfly needle to get anything out of me" and not taken it as a challenge. Like, checked my arms, asked me to pick one, boom, needle in and vials full. First try, all of maybe thirty seconds. What a queen.


• I made the joke about it being an MOT of blood tests, and the phlebotomist joked back about if I was getting them every year, and uhhhhh yes I am actually! Pretty sure the doc sent me for a blood test this time last year as well!


• Realised that you can get watches that will monitor your sleep for you and went "... Fuck. Maybe I do have to do this." If only to rule out the issue being that I'm sleeping for twelve hours and only actually getting an hour of rest.

So yeah, mildly eventful week!