Thanks, Robin. I'll be thinking of you during your surgery. I hope this ends up being a wonderfully liberating experience for you (maybe taking away your migraines, and whatnot, also).
Sean, take it easy, sweetie.
Nora, I can't wait to see your haircut. It sounds faboo.
But I think I might be getting crazier. Oh, well, I will see if increased medication helps (though I won't be able to start that till Tuesday) or if I am really getting paranoid, a persecution complex, and obsessive narcissim.
Oh no, love. You've had a physical problem,
and
your head meds weren't working the right way for your body chemistry, causing you to get insufficient sleep, AND you fell in the mud on the way out to lunch, and couldn't do everything you were committed to do, while also managing to pick up the new head meds you need. You are feeling ground down.
...
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Today's my father and his twin's birthday. They're both gone. Dad died in 2003, as you all know, and his brother died in 1986. In 1990, dad's father died on this date. I don't mind having my age go up a new number each year, but I sort of wait, every year, for my birthday to pass. I swear my anxiety eases up some, soon after, too. I have more panic attacks between December and early March, and the last month (dad died on 2/6) of that period is always the worse.
And yet? I haven't needed an Ativan yet, today (and mornings are always the worst time for me). I may take one pre-emptively in an hour or so, because it's also my m-i-l's birthday today, and we're going over one of my s-i-l's, to celebrate. I haven't decided yet, because ordinarily, going to her house wouldn't trigger my anxiety, but I haven't been out much in a month, what with all the illness around here.
ION, I will take my last antibiotic in an hour or so. My left ear STILL isn't clear, but I no longer feel like I'm fighting off an infection, and it is much better than it was. I'm choosing to ignore it until my next appointment, unless it gets worse.
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Happy Birthday, Cindy! I hope today is lovely and fun and I hope this year is healthy, joyous and exciting for you!
Thank you, Robin.
I'm sure I'll check in tomorrow, on the day. It's funny how weird "40" sounds to me for me. I don't mind it, but it just seems like it can't actually apply to me, because I'm not all grown up, yet, and 40 is big girl territory. I feel quite: "What? Huh? Are you sure?"
Has anyone else ever had a disconnect with turning a certain age?
My inner 5 year old is sort of thrilled about turning 40. She's all, "You're not the boss of me, and , though
you're
not the boss of me, and
you're
not the boss of me. I'm all grown up, now."
So, went and met best friend L at the bar. She's having a rough time adjusting to some stuff. She's a little lost. So we had drinks and hung out. Right after Mr. Jane got off, I went outside to tell him a friend wanted us to stop by somewhere to have a drink for his birthday. About 4 cops came in, when I went back inside about 10 more showed up, avec paddy wagon. So, Mr. Jane sent the door man so smuggle me and L out, and we left to eat. They were just checking the bar's licencing and certificates and such. Why they needed 15 people to do that I do not know. Cleared the place too. When we left the place was packed. When we came back there were plenty of empty tables.
So, L goes home. Mr Jane and I head to our neck of the woods for the friend's b-day drink. I'm in the car fiddling with the Pod, and my phone rings. I figure it's L wanting to talk some more. Nope. It's Mr. Jane's mom. She says that Mr. Jane's cousin, 15 year old skating superstar, killed herself yesterday.
I have never had to deliver that kind of bad news before. I practiced the whole way over. See, I wanted to make sure there was no build up or way for him to think there was something wrong with his dad or uncle.
He's planning on driving up to CO tomorrow to do the funeral Monday (a plan of which I am NOT in favor) and then back Tuesday.
After the b-day drink we came home and watched Alice in Wonderland and went to bed.
Can I quit now?
So, L goes home. Mr Jane and I head to our neck of the woods for the friend's b-day drink. I'm in the car fiddling with the Pod, and my phone rings. I figure it's L wanting to talk some more. Nope. It's Mr. Jane's mom. She says that Mr. Jane's cousin, 15 year old skating superstar, killed herself yesterday.
Oh Daisy, my word. I'm so sorry. That poor family.
Can I quit now?
Yes. Naps. Cookies. Scotch. Nicotine. Good movies and books. Sex. Food. That's all you're allowed to do.
Yes. Naps. Cookies. Scotch. Nicotine. Good movies and books. Sex. Food. That's all you're allowed to do.
Imma totally let you be the boss of me.
Oh, DJ, so sorry. How tragic.
I'm so sorry DJ. I hope Mr. Jane is okay.
Has anyone else ever had a disconnect with turning a certain age?
40 was no big deal, but I'm going to turn 44 this year. I'm suddenly thinking, Wow, that's grown up! I'm still a giggler! I can't be a grown up yet!
I like your inner 5 year old.
Robin, I hope the cramps have eased up and your uterus' last hurrah has tapered off to metaphorical beer bottles in the street. I'm sending the ~ma that the surgery goes easily and the healing is quick.
What awful news, DJ. That is so terrible.
Happy early b-day, Cindy!
Here is more photo silliness. Me and my bro (I'm about 8 here - nice haircut!) [link] Notice the body language. I really really really liked being an only child (sorry, Johnny!). Quintessential shot of me in the mid-90s [link] I was getting ready for a show we were doing that night. Swap out the dress for another of the same type and the boots for black kneesocks and lace up oxfords and you have pretty much every show outfit I ever wore.
