Because those mini hair-clip thingies make excellent nipple clamps.

::takes notes::

~ma for Ginger's mom, so scary! and ~ma for Cashmere and the evil rash! Yikes.

I could use some ~ma, myself... I seem to have lost my debit card. Hopefully I'll find it someplace stupid because I'm a scatterbrained dummy. Last I remember using it was yesterday afternoon to pay Amazon. I used it at work, but it's not here.

Very cute Thing, vw! Glad you're back and feeling better!

....aaaand I found it. In the back pocket of the jeans I am currently wearing.

See above, re: dummy.

Yeah, so last night, I dislocated my shoulder by RAISING THE HOOD OF MY CAR.

I hate myself.

Hee. Glad you found it, Zen. I've been known to wander around looking for something that I am holding IN MY HAND, so, back pocket's not so bad.

Eta: oh no, P-C! Ouch!

TImelies, Bitches.

I'm at work. Blah de blah blah blah.

And the manager I was hoping *wasn't* working today is, indeed, working and now I have to tell jer that I won't be in next Saturday which is just going to flip her out. But ya know? Finding it hard to even care. It's a wedding. She can kiss my behind.

Ginger, does your mom have a cardiologist or just a regular GP? She and your sister might want to think about her seeing a cardiologist.

Ouch, P-C? Did you have to go to the ER to get it relocated? Are you okay, today?

Zen, good luck finding your Debit Card. Yikes. I hate when that happens to me.

I'm so glad your mom is doing better, Ginger. CHF is -- or is supposed to be, if your doctors are at all on top of it -- pretty manageable. Continued recovery~ma and get-a-decent-doctor~ma to your mother.

Oh, P-C, ouch. Horrible fucking agony like the last time with the awful ER visit, or less traumatic? It's just frigging miserable the tendency the human body has, once it's had something rotten happen to it once, to flip out like a mammal forever after for hardly any reason at all (as for example, the first time I threw out my back and neck I was moving an absurdly heavy box; the second time I was watering a plant). Ach, your poor shoulder.

I hate myself.

snuggles P.-C., doesn't touch the arm

She has a cardiologist. I'm just beginning to wonder if he's a good cardiologist. I'm going to try to get a bunch of work done over the next few days and go up next week sometime. Maybe I can get a chance to talk to her doctors.

Ouch, P-C. It's terrible how the human body can turn on you.

Poor p-c, poor cash, poor Ginger and Mom, ~ma to you all. And yay for Sean and S getting a bit better.