Val, I'm sorry things have been so rough recently. I wish I could make things a bit easier for you. Let me just say that I really empathize with the feeling too fat to get dressed thing. {{{}}}

Although, Em says I'm still a little cranky.

Just to clarify, she said she was cranky, I said, "I know." Just so y'all don't think I'm going, "Hey, vw, I know you're having a rough day, but Jesus, you're cranky!" Cause... I try not to do that, for fear of fully justified bitch-slapping.

I clearly worded that badly. Of course Emily would never just tell me I was cranky. I should have said, "she agreed I was still cranky."

huh. I never doubted that vw's soup had gone wrong. She's a cook. and the results are there in front of you. If it had been edible , but not what she expected , she would have said something along that line. But I think a good cook has to have a spectacular flop or 7. Got to admit I am wondering about the recipie. Was it a south beach recipie ? or someone elses low carb recipie? Esp since my version - which is not low carb, but not that high either, is one I invented.

That’s me. Always MG’s girl.

YAY!!!

What's an orphan disease?

There are many diseases where docs don't know the cause or what will make it go away. They can only treat "outbreaks". The diseases are typically rare, so there are not a lot of cases to study. With all the variations of Histiocytosis, it affects just 1 in 200,000 kids a year. When K-Bug was first diagnosed, they had quoted 1 in 500,000 to me.

{{{{vw}}}}

It sounds like you and your therapist really need to discuss why she doesn't want to write the letter, and you should certainly tell her about the anxiety it's caused. I'm sure it's not because you're fucking up.

Make your GYN and massage appointments. Don't let that scale get in your way of taking care of yourself (in every way). It doesn't know a thing about you, how hard you worked last semester, and how amazingly sucessful you were despite a lot of tough situations.

vw, you (general you) need massage most when you feel your worst.

Or, what Sparky said.

vw--I got a coupon for a massage for my birthday and I haven't used it for the exact same reason--and it's been sitting there since August. Let's both go, shall we?

The steroids are a bitch for weight, vw. I know you know that, but I've seen it, with loved ones fighting lupus and IBS. You can't not breathe. I'm sorry you've got to deal with the weight.

Also, I'm dreading going to therapy tomorrow, and I don't normally dread therapy. But, I asked her to write a letter to work, because I'm taking a few anxiety-related days, and she won't. Which, of course, to my brain means that I must be fucking up somehow by taking these days, 'cause she's never refused to write a letter before.

She must not have thought it was medically necessary to take you out of work. You knew you needed to stay out, regardless. You did the what you could with what you had inside at the time, and it's done.

I have 2 GC's to Burke Williams that are gathering dust in my drawer.