Never liked T.S. Eliot, and I think the number of times I had to study Prufrock is what did it, but what cemented it was how wrong he was about the cruelest month. It has always been March for me, in spite of some close family birthdays. It is usually the "all the shit I haven't gotten done coming home to roost" month, but as we've seen, it often blooms further into all sorts of unpleasant asstasticness.
::narrows eyes at March::
Soon you'll be history, month. Don't let the door hit you in your lamb-y ass on the way out.
vw, the book you wanted is ready for me to get at BC! (I can't get it till Tuesday though)
Oh, fabulous! That was quick!
Kristin, did you get any feedback on your sleep study, yet?
Thanks for asking, sweetie.
Very little, alas. My "feedback" involved one of the nurses at the doctor's office calling (after repeated calls from me) and leaving a message on my voicemail saying the results were "normal." I knew after the study that it wasn't likely to net anything interesting--I had a rare night of decent sleep and woke up rested. Still, it's really annoying that no one has followed up with me since the problem did not magically disappear just because those results came back normal.
I'm sorry. That must be so frustrating. I'm all for you getting a good night's sleep, but it would have been nice if your brain could have acted up the night of the study.
Thanks, it really is frustrating. Stoopid brain.
My "feedback" involved one of the nurses at the doctor's office calling (after repeated calls from me) and leaving a message on my voicemail saying the results were "normal."
I have a sleep study coming up in exactly a week, but the center that's doing it also had me schedule a follow-up to go over the results. Bad Kristin's sleep center, no biscuit.
I'm really skeptical because whatever my sleep issues are at home, they are often multiplied in strange beds. On rare occasions, though, I sometimes sleep BETTER in a strange bed. Neither one is going to do much to tell them anything I fear.
I hope to rule out apnea, or confirm it, if nothing else.
Cindy, did I thank you for vibing for my day? Cause it has gotten a little better. Office still cold but coworker brought me back coffee after going to get his lunch because he thought I looked cold. So I guess hunched over my desk with my arms between my legs and my teeth chattering looks like I'm cold.
Wow, Tep, I wish I had somebody to do that with...well, not *exactly* that. Handicrafts are not my friends, ever, but you know...
