Slaperella has been trying to get to a doctor to have her ingrown toenail removed. I need to do the same. She went to The Middle East Clinic (AKA "International" Clinic) to have it done. They made her see 3 doctors (charging her insurance every time - as if that isn't theft), and finally told her that she needed surgery and would be charged not only for the 30 minute procedure to have half a toenail cut out, but also the daily fee for inpatient services at a private hospital. Their charge for this "service"? 350 KD. "But we bill it to your insurance. It's ok." No! It is NOT OK.
So, I'm looking for a toe guy. Know any?
I'm trying to quell Bunny's curiousity about Bu Merdas' 1-eyed-cock. It is an old, wrinkled, red-topped 1-eyed-cock. Rooster with one eye, that is. I'm going to try to get a picture, so I can post it because Bunny doesn't believe me.
The Romanian looked all over Am-reeeee-kaaa for a training suit and never found one (at the 450 malls we went) to that she liked. Last night, in her Quest for The Ultimate Training Suit, she "made me" drive to 3 different Al Naser sports locations - when it was so humid that I couldn't even see out the car windows. Guess what - they don't have any that don't suck. If she really wants something cheap, I'll take her to souq shaabi. OMG. I can't believe I drove all over Kuwait in the humidity looking for a training suit that she probably won't wear until 3 months from now when it gets cooler. The things we do for friends. Okay, God knows that she has been with me on my millions of quests for Truly Stupid Items (like a particular brand of lipgloss, etc.)
It has been a steady 30C (around 100 degrees F) in my apartment since even before I left on vacation. I'm still living rent-free while I look for another place to live. I know they probably aren't going to be big on maintenance since they are tearing the place down, but come on! People have to live. I have called the AC guy a gazillion times to come fix it. He's so stupid. I went home yesterday - my maid is standing in the middle of the kitchen, soaked with sweat from head to foot, with the dryer running full blast and the air circulation fan (that I have strategically placed in the kitchen for USE) on "off". I have never shouted at her before, but I thought she was going to have a heart attack (or give me one by blasting my place full of hot air from the dryer - which vents hot exhaust air back into the kitchen). She's standing there, looking at me, and saying, "Madame, why is it hot in here?" Oh ...... My...... God.