But in other news, I had quite an interesting energy work/massage session today, and I don't as a general rule do "energy work". It's very much new territory. I'm alternately intrigued, and weirded out by the whole thing.
It totally weirds me out too but a friend doing (drunken) energy work on my back was exactly timed with the first improvement it made. The rest of the improvement is coming with PT now. I'm just wuwu enough to go with it.
Just took my half Flexeril (5 mg) because though my back did well today, I don't feel like risking it. There was dust and ith numded mah tongth. This is what it does to the rest of everyone, I think. Weird.
My farmer's market doesn't have a dairy and I am now b-reft about it.
yo yo YO, Cass is B-reft! The clinically depressed rap-PUH.
this is the dairy we have: www.ronnybrook.com
Oh. My. God.
There's a dairy near where I work but they don't make stuff like that... Duuuuuuuuude.
Now I am getting hungry when I am supposed to be getting sleepy. All out of whack.
well, you
have
spent several days being the sane one.
that has got to be tasking.
I'm only half-way through the IRL tape. Don't SAY anything to me!
tap tap tap... is this thing on? HELLO CLEVELAND!!!!!!!
OK, the Martha movie?
if she's supposed to seem evil and awful they're doing a piss-poor job
Well, I finally got an email. Unfortunately it was just to tell me that she had a Discover card sent in the mail activated. Even though every member of the household including the parakeet gets credit cards in the mail. And even though I never mentioned getting a new credit card, let alone a Discover card which I doubt they even accept down here.
But, well, I've got something else to obsess about now, since I'm planning, or trying to plan, a birthday party for Almanzo on October 1.
Poor Madrigal.
I am up and wide awake at an insane time of the morning. Again. This morning? I can thank my period and its containment issues. I swear, if we don't put me on the pill when I see the GYN this week, I'm gonna go NUTS!
I had one gyn who was dithering about continuing to prescribe me the pill after the first three months. So while I was waiting in the exam room, I filled my file with every loose scrap of paper in the office in which I'd scrawled, "I need PILLS!" She transferred me over to a guy who wrote out a two year prescription. (One of the reasons I actually prefer male gyn's is because they're easier to scare.)