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EpicTangent - Aug 08, 2005 8:56:59 am PDT #5269 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

Cass! I was down in your 'hood this weekend! 'Course I didn't realize it was your 'hood 'til I was on my way (to Ren Faire) and my directions from Yahoo Maps included a street that's yours. I woulda called, 'cept I lost your number in the great cellphone debacle of '04. Then I saw from your posts you wouldna been there anyhow. So, my point is apparently, that I was in your 'hood. Wow, not that interesting when it takes that long to type out the whole thing...


askye - Aug 08, 2005 8:59:07 am PDT #5270 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

Health~ma to Sean and Jessica.


Cass - Aug 08, 2005 9:06:35 am PDT #5271 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Wow, not that interesting when it takes that long to type out the whole thing...
Yeah, but it made me giggle to read it. I will insent my number to you though. Didn't realize it was tragically lost in the aught four debacle.

Where was Ren? Balboa Park maybe?

I have eleven days to figure out what I did. I think I meant to do this Friday but was lulled by the no one else here thing. Maybe I should work backwards.


EpicTangent - Aug 08, 2005 9:17:26 am PDT #5272 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

Didn't realize it was tragically lost in the aught four debacle.

Me neither. 'Til I tried to look you up to find you not there.

Where was Ren? Balboa Park maybe?

Yep. Morley Field. Pretty nice with all the grass, last Faire I went to was in an empty lot somewhere up north (Fallbrook? San Marcos? I disremember), and the dust was horrific.

I have eleven days to figure out what I did. I think I meant to do this Friday but was lulled by the no one else here thing.

Happens to the best of us. I was all alone by 3:30 or 4:00 on Friday, and with the best of intentions accomplished approximately nothing between then and 5:15.

Maybe I should work backwards.

This works well for me when I try to figure out where a story I was telling went off track, and try to get back to the point (see Username).


Cass - Aug 08, 2005 9:26:13 am PDT #5273 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Ah, Morley Field, you really were close to my place. Innit the prettiest little park?

Okay, big-ass (Jilli-proofing) spider is climbing down my wall right now. Must squish . shudder

I have figured out the time for Friday. Which is amazing as I was alone by 2 and I am pretty sure that there was an hour of b.org screwing around but I still managed to code eight hours. I must have been here longer or summat.

I'm using emails sent to figure out What I Did.


beth b - Aug 08, 2005 9:57:10 am PDT #5274 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I am removing the wall paperborder from my bathroom. It is easier and messier than I thought it would be.


WindSparrow - Aug 08, 2005 10:03:07 am PDT #5275 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

I was all set to wish Birthday Happies for Robin and Katerina B. then someone chimed in with wishes for "ms. h." whom I'm guessing to be ms. havisham. Well, anyway, happy birthday, the lot of you.

Assorted "the best thing about Mondays is that there is only one per week" wishes to the rest of us.

I just had my first visit to a chiropractor. He performed various assessments, including two x-rays. Thank goodness they offer a discount to people who pay up front.


EpicTangent - Aug 08, 2005 10:04:48 am PDT #5276 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

Ah, Morley Field, you really were close to my place. Innit the prettiest little park?

It was quite nice, although after circling for close to an hour looking for parking (ample parking my butt!), then hiking in from where I eventually found a spot (corner of Upas and Pershing. What's the deal with that hill? Dang!) I was in less of a proper frame of mind to appreciate it than I might otherwise be.

I have figured out the time for Friday. Which is amazing as I was alone by 2 and I am pretty sure that there was an hour of b.org screwing around but I still managed to code eight hours. I must have been here longer or summat.

Psst. Cass has figured out how to tweak the space-time continuum. Pass it on.

edited 'cuz then and than are not the same thing, and someone as anal and me could not let it stand.


Topic!Cindy - Aug 08, 2005 10:52:52 am PDT #5277 of 10001
What is even happening?

Christopher, who is okay, had an allergic reaction to him MMR shot, this morning. My doctor's office completely botched their response. In the office, everyone except for me and Chris was inclined to think he was upset. That--I get. Once the rest of them thought it was just upset, I stopped arguing. But I knew what I'd seen. He'd cried as kids do, then gotten over it. Then he started coughing. Then he sneezed a couple of times, out of the blue. Then his face started turning red. THEN he got upset again. He was tapping on his chest, and saying it didn't feel right. He said he couldn't drink my water. He said he had something in his nose. The doctor listened to his chest, and said he was fine. I should have gotten insist--y then, but didn't.

We left around 11, but I knew on the way home that this was more than upset. We were going to stop for treats, but I insisted we go right home, so I could leave Ben with my mom and Julia, and take Chris back to the doctor. Chris was itching in the car, and by the time we got home, he had hives, and was flushed bright red, head to toe.

Called Dr's office, woman-on-phone said, "Oh, he was just upset."

I said, "No. I've been his mother for five years now. I know what he looks like when he's upset. This is not it. This has nothing to do with being 5 and not liking shots. He's having an allergic reaction. He's congested and he's got hives. He's also beet red, from head to toe."

Office woman said, "Well, just give him some Benedryl; it's probably a mild reaction" so I told her that was unacceptable, quoted back to her the sorts of reactions to MMR that are considered severe (according the MMR vaccine fact sheet given me by their freaking office) and are supposed to be seen by a doctor, and insisted that he be seen. She told us to come back in. A minute later, she called back (it was getting on their lunch time you see) and said nobody was available to see him until 2:30.

By this time, I'd already written them off in my head. I'd given him the Benedryl, and intended to cart him off to the Emergency Ward, if I didn't see improvement or if I saw it worsening.

At 12:30, my pediatrician called ME out of the blue, and said, "Now they're saying it sounds like an allergic reaction."

NOW? WTF is up with the "NOW"? I'd been saying that since we were in the damned office.

So, I said, "Yeah, that's what I've been saying."

I did not call him FUCKO.

"Well, you need to get him to the Emergency Ward, right away. He'll need shots."

"Call them and tell them we're coming. He's waited far too long, as it is," I said.

"Well, if you just go down, they'll see him and..."

"No. You listen to me. He has waited long enough. I wanted him looked at by you, an hour ago. He's red from head to toe. He's congested. He has hives, is itchy, and his voice is a little hoarse. You need to call the ER now, and you need to tell them that YOU sent us, and that when we get in Christopher is to be seen immediately, because he has waited too long as it is."

We were essentially treated like royalty at the E.R., and Chris is okay (and did not need shots, thank you, God, because he would have been totally upset) because the Benedryl finally kicked in (it took at least an hour and a half).

My doctor and his office staff live, for the nonce. Tomorrow, when I can think, there shall be--how you say--ripping of some new ones.


erikaj - Aug 08, 2005 10:58:26 am PDT #5278 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I think my mom did call a few of my doctors and therapists "FUCKO" in her pre-internet working-class way. The love was so mutual. Glad he is all right because you stuck to your guns.