I went to the student health center. Since I'm not registered for this semester, they put all kinds of circles and arrows and notes on my chart and frowned at me, but that was after I'd already seen the doctor, so I don't really care. Turns out I've got an ear infection, and the doctor said my lungs sounded clear but circled "bronchitis" on my chart. I asked if it could be whooping cough, and she gave a non-commital "hmm," but the antibiotics she gave me for the ear infection will also work for that.

I think this now makes four times that I've had to go on antibiotics in the past year. This can all stop now, please.

{{{{Hil}}}} You have had more than your fair share of sickness this year. I hope the antibiotics work quickly and completely. I'm glad you saw someone.

I hope the antibiotics kick all the medical problems out the door, Hil. For good, this time.

Get better soon, Hil.

Thanks, guys.

I just talked to my mother, and I'm going to NJ tomorrow. I was planning on going either Wednesday or Thursday anyway, and recuperating there seems like a better idea than recuperating here.

I was planning on going either Wednesday or Thursday anyway, and recuperating there seems like a better idea than recuperating here.

Funk Update:
My nose isn't runny now and I stopped sneezing but I have the medicine head thing going strong.

Hil, I am glad you'll have someone to take care of you. Hopefully it will help you recover quicker.

I discovered over the weekend that I've added Toto to things I worry about when I wake up at 3 a.m.

Oh, yes, me too.

No Cushings!

Yay!

Not going to click on the cat stacking link. Not. Bejeweled is all the crack I need. Now I have to match Raq's score. You know, sometime before I die.

I used to love thunderstorms. I guess I still do, but I worry about outages--they always used to interfere when I was trying to tape a missed ep of Buffy. Also why I dread ice storms. I like my electricity, I do.

Em is sick.

Oh, poor Emmie, and poor Aimee. Better-ma to both of you, yards of it.

Am so tired. However, I have found a new doctor. I swear she's not over 22, but she's smart and nice and she's willing to give me my pap next time so I don't have to find another doctor, and she's going to treat the psoriasis so I don't have to find a third doctor, and she gave me enough flexeril to take it twice a day instead of 15-20 times a month. I love her just for that.

Oooh. Can you clone her and send her south? What a wonderful find. On at least three counts.

I'm NOT looking forward to this shower and I'm really starting to NOT look forward to the wedding. I feel my BF and I drifting far far far apart and I feel like I'm the one paddling away from our friendship. I think differently than she does and other things are more important to me than they are to her and I just want to cry because I feel like I don't want to be her friend anymore.

It happens. And it's difficult as hell to deal with. But the reality is? Life's too damned short to spend a lot (whatever your definition of "a lot" might be) of time trying to salvage relationships that used to fit, but don't any more. If friends' needs and interests change, it doesn't take anything away from the friendship that was if you find yourself reluctant to spend time, money, or attention on things that bore you. Especially when there are things that demand those resources of you now. People who accomodate those sorts of changes in their friends' lives stay friends. Those who don't or can't, become more distant friends. Sometimes life brings your paths back together. And sometimes you wander farther apart. It just happens. What's wise is to acknowledge when it is happening, and not beat yourself up about it.

And also?

First, you're really tired right now. Second, weddings and any crisis around a wedding are not real life. Get through all of this as well as you can, and then give her a chance to be your friend again when her world extends beyond her wedding.

This.

(wanders off to kick at fake wood-grained office furniture)

Always a worthwhile endeavor when one is feeling the bad funk. Hope you feel better soon.

Hil, I'm glad you saw a medical person. I agree that recuperating at home where your mom can cluck a little, spoil you a little, sounds like a good plan.

Hi there. Long time no see. I've missed birthdays, for which I apologise and offer felicitations. I'm in a pretty good place right now, so no tears, it's all good. Hungry, though. Dinner--that's a great idea. I did a bunch of boneless chicken breasts on the Foreman late last week and bagged and refrigerated them for later use. I pulled one out last night to eat cold with a mayo-based dip. After a few bites I noticed a dab of brownish gelid stuff on my plate. It had to have come from the chicken. I glanced at it--under the browned outside, the inside was pink, and actually bloody in one spot . Urk. I threw it out, and now I don't want to eat the rest of the chicken. I'll cut each piece into strips and if they're pink I'll braise them quickly in a pan. But the experience has really put me off dealing with it.

Fat thighs may benefit health, say researchers

A-HA! Mind you, they still say the belly has to go, but apparently that ass that's sticking out about three counties behind me? Good for me!

Amusingly, the Google ad box directly below the column has two ads for thigh-slimming products.

job ma please. DH's job is doing one of those announcement things where anything could happen. Nothing really or something annoying or something eveil. Nothing really would be best.