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The woman who's getting me my sling just called to first ask if I could meet her in the nw suburbs near my doctor's office at 2. Um, no. I'm at work on the south side. Then she wanted to have it sent to me via UPS. Um, no. They won't leave it for me and I work during their delivery hours. Well, could I drive to the mid-north side on my way home? No. I have a dislocated shoulder, remember? That's why we're immobilizing it. Ohhh, right.

I'm meeting her at the red line. Ridic.