Ugh. The hospital just paged the wrong doctor for me. She sounded so confused. How annoying.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Morning. I am feeling almost human this morning, and the fever seems to have broken, so hopefully this will be my last trip to the emergency room for a long while.
hopefully this will be my last trip to the emergency room for a long while
::fumgers crussed::
or when my fingers are on the proper keys
::fingers crossed::
I can tell. This is going to be a very, VERY long day.
I'm a honey ho.
I keep hearing this in the cereal bird voice. Instead of being kookoo for cocoa puffs? Ho-ey for honey.
Bwah!
I know you are already working on the doctor - but I am sending you breathing ma~~~~. One of my friends is a massage therapist - and into a lot of wholeistic health stuff. She is talking about doing a free class on breatheing. I really hope she does. Turns out that when you have asthma - you get into habits of breathing shallowly, and curling your sholders in. obviously during an attack you can't take deep breaths - but the theory is that by practicing various breathing techniques for a few minutes in the am and the evening you can make them less severe or even lessen the numbers of attacks. Long before there were drugs for asthma , breathing exercises and massage of the upperback and neck were part of the things people did to help.
and now you have your morning lecture.
I have seen kids at my gym. Summer only.but I think they have to be over 12, with parents, and I think - but I could be mistaken, that they have a note from a gym teacher/coach. no cats. they would be very unhappy at the gym.
hopefully this will be my last trip to the emergency room for a long while
I hope so, too.
I'm a honey ho.
This is conflating with Wonderfalls in my brain to create:
I'm Heidi-ho
The honey ho
Timelies, all! It's supposed to get up to 72 here today. I'm looking forward to taking a long ramble on my lunch hour.
I can't imagine a cat mellow enough to be a fashion accessory in a crowded place. I wonder if they're trained for it from kittenhood or what.
OMG I just dowloaded a version of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" that is just the vocal track...
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Especially for Jilli -- excerpts from the 1975 SOP manual for Disney's Haunted Mansion.
I'm a mess. I need to be studying, but in the meantime, I'm a mess of tears and frustration.
Poor vw. I hope this improves.
vw, I hope that your breathing comes back soon. The tears and frustration can't help, so try to give yourself a break, okay?
I am dressed in my Friday clothes because tomorrow we have a candidate coming for an interview and I'll have to dress like a grown up and go out to lunch and be polite. Blech on the grown up dressing and polite, yay for free lunch!
Our Head of Tech Services just announce he's been diagnoised with prostate cancer. They caught it early, so fingers crossed for him. He's described it as, "The experience should fall somewhere between incredibly annoying and unspeakably icky."
My parents have been cleaning out the house in preparation for their move, and my father is selling off part of his gun collection. I'm finding myself feeling oddly nostalgic over weaponry.