Glad that you're feeling better Cashmere -- I hope the acidy taste goes away.

That is good to hear, Cash.

OH, good, Cash. I'm glad you're getting some relief.

This injection needs to last at least six months or I fear the alternate options.

I'm glad you're almost pain-free, Cash! But -- and I know it's easy for me to say, from this side -- if it comes down to surgery, I recommend it 100%. I do not exaggerate when I say that mine -- and my injury was *really* severe -- fixed me 100%, and 3 1/2 years later, I'm still entirely pain-free and fully functional.

Also, the type of surgery I had can actually be done on an outpatient basis these days. For real. Medical technology just blows me away.

That said, I'm hoping the epidural does the trick for you. Your almost-pain-free-ness this morning sounds DAMN good.

Good news, Cash.

Suzi, stay safe!

Just googled myself for the hell of it. For the first time I can remember, I come up on the first page of First Name Last Names. WX, of all things. I wonder why that wouldn't have come up before - they've been there for years.

(Also, as a side note, clicking on one of those links revealed we've been harrassing Hec about the cat thing since 2002. I hereby promise never to do it again. I think four years is enough.)

Under First Middle Last, there are only two links, from the Mexican government. Which are, in fact, me.

Here's an annoying little game. I've only made it to Level 3: [link]

Timelies all!

Well, I've made a decent inroads on Holiday shopping. Currently have purchased gifts for 5 people on my list, and have ordered gifts for two more. That leaves 3. So of course I rewarded myself with yummy-smelling bath products and comic books.

So I had all these good intentions. And then I slept like the dead. I fell out of bed when I got up at 7 to shoot the cat because I'd been so stationary as to put one leg to sleep. Then I went back to bed. And woke up in the same position. At 1 pm. I guess I was tired?

I overslept by an hour plus (sorry Ozzie) and now am watching SPN until the 4th and 5th load of laundry are done, at which point I will probably figure out how to take a nap even though all my clean clothes in piles are on the bed.

I had a really stupid cashier at the Brooks Pharmacy, who let me know that you have to purchase (red) Sudafed back at the pharmacy counter by ringing up all my purchases except the Sudafed, and leaving it sitting on the counter as she bagged them up and handed me the receipt.

No, "Oh, I'm sorry -- the Sudafed can only be purchased in the back" before she started ringing things up, or for that matter when she discovered it. Just left it lying there.

I don't know if I'm entirely right to be irate... but I've spent enough time as a cashier and shopgirl-in-general to know that customers make mistakes all the time. When I pointed out that she should have mentioned that the Sudafed was not available at the front, she was all "But it's PRINTED on the slip right there" which in my book isn't what you say to a customer to excuse your own mistake.

(I should have looked closer at the slip, but in my defense I usually go to CVS.. and guess where CVS now puts the Sudafed -- behind the front, i.e. non-pharmacy counter.)

If she's pointed it out to me, I could have taken all my purchases to the back, made only one transaction, and probably taken less time with the entire thing.

Afterwards, I treated myself to some retail therapy over in Davis Square, while I was dropping off clothes at the Good Will and picking up cat food at the vet's -- I dropped into Poor Little Rich Girl which has expanded to a much larger storefront for all its consignments and vintavge clothing and bought a red embroidered jacket, a nice black turtleneck, and a deep blue-purple alpaca yarn sweater. So I still have slightly LESS junk than I started out with....