Oh, Nora, how awful. I hope it turns up soon on its own.

I just hate losing stuff, and it just makes me hate myself and this MESS I LIVE IN (that I created.)

I just hate losing stuff, and it just makes me hate myself and this MESS I LIVE IN (that I created.)

I'd almost feel better about losing it in my mess than the way I lost mine (i.e. leaving it in the little t-pass holder on the back of the seat in front of me). Luckily, I only did it once, to date. Would that falling asleep on the train had been a one-time occurence as well.

I actually had fake UTIs for a while. Of course, we noticed they were fake because of a few rounds of anti-bis that did nothing for the pain (which, as it turns out, were ovarian cysts and the blood in my urine was just random blood in my urine)

It was all quite the medical mystery.

All I have to add to the conversation is that UTIs fucking SUCK, and can just go DIE somewhere quietly.

Oh, Nora! I HATE that! I've done that before, and my pass isn't nearly as expensive is yours. Grrrrr... I hope it shows up.

Toto about gave me a heart attack on our little walk we just took.

I need to run to the post office, so I figured I'd take him with me. It's nice day. He would enjoy a nice long walk. Besides, he hasn't investigated that street yet.

Now, the post office is on the corner of the two main streets in Rozi. So, we're walking down the street to get the post office. All of a sudden I don't feel Toto kind of tugging on the leash. I turn around, and he has slipped out of his collar. Now this isn't nearly as busy of a street as say downtown Boston or Mass Ave (which we used to live a block off of), but it's a busy street with buses and stuff. Fortunately, Toto didn't really notice what had happened. He was busy sniffing a bush. So, I looked at him and said, "Toto, sit," in my sweetest voice possible so he wouldn't get scared and run off. He sat, and I leaned over to grab him. As soon as I got him so he couldn't run off, I reached and got the collar and put it back on, tightening it a little.

Shit, though. If he would have run off, he would have most certainly gotten hit by a car. Good boy. Such a good boy listening to mama like that.

He got an extra treat when we got home.

Vortex, you rock. I have badfic to my heart's content now.

I call her up, say "I have a UTI" and she calls the pharmacy for me. Nice, eh?

Want to know when the world is laughing at you? I BuffDove last night (okay, this morning) just before I finally toddled to bed --

Raq: I don't even bother trying to do the math anymore. My clock works like this: if vw and Cindy are posting, it's too early for the rest of the States, afternoon for me and Jars and Fay and Nilly, way too late for billytea, and WAY TOO FREAKING EARLY for the West Coasters, so if Cass is posting it's because she's not sleeping.

Either I don't know how to recognize the signs or I've never had one.

Such a good boy listening to mama like that.

Good boy, lots of cookies!

Apparently, this has happened at my parents' a few times (dad must really have to drag Toto, 'cause it's never happened to me before...I was dragging him a little today, because he was sniffing Every. Little. Thing). Dad says he always just stops and sits and waits till the collar gets put back on. He's a leash dog. He doesn't know what to do off leash, apparently. Which is a good thing, but still. Heart attack.