So someone here at work broke the cover on the container I brought homemade cookies in. It's one of those cheap Gladware deals, so I'm not upset at the loss, but am somewhat annoyed. I mean, I suppose I should be flattered that someone was so desperate to get some of my cookies they literally tore the container open, but still.

So the 8 or so remaining cookies are coming home with me as they're likely to dry out if left uncovered for the weekend. Plus, more cookies for me.

Hec, have you ever seen the comic Street Angel?

Hec, have you ever seen the comic Street Angel?

I haven't. Emmett might need to see that big afro.

I do love the fact, ita, that you had an internal monologue of "Well, he should have asked more precisely."

Perhaps more info might have been helpful.

Now, I'm looking for Greetings from the Side by Gary Jules. CURSES on the iTunes for thwarting me!

Perhaps more info might have been helpful.

He is at least the fifteenth medical professional to whom I've explained any part of this stupidity. Every time I explain it I feel both stupider and more pathetic. I feel like I'm talking too much, making too big a deal of the whole thing, and being self-indulgent.

I feel more likely to get cut off, or pitied, or just zoned out.

So how do we define "more info"? Until he tells me how he defines it, I just don't have it in me to spout every last detail of almost two months worth of feeling like crap. I don't know what's relevant -- I never did, and I'm rapidly losing what little perspective I ever had.

I get that (based on my own year of living medically). You're asking for help though and that's the first step. I hope you won't need the biofeedback.

My irritation with UPS is so great that even though they employ my brother, I will not use them to ship anymore.

I just sent you an email that will not decrease your irritation, but I also got a lot of people at UPS in trouble, so that is something.

Hi, I'm back.

Things are looking OK. There are two sub-types to my diagnosis. One the prognosis is OK, and one the prognosis is bad to very-bad. I have the OK one.

Also, they shot the dye into my arm. The worse thing about that is my urine will be bright yellow-orange for the next two days.

Oh, and I have a script for steroids. So I expect to hit ten times as many home runs this year as I did last year. Anecdotally, some people say steroids help them (some a lot) and others say they have no effect. I'll only have to take them for a few months, and my dosage isn't that high.

let's all be very careful

I'm home from the car fiasco. Can I whine?