I have spent too much of the last 36 hours dealing with medical professionals.

Yesterday afternoon was the followup with my doctor on the antidepressants and antifatigue medications. The fatigue is less but not resolved. So she doubled my dosage of Provigil. No blood work yet, which surprised me.

Today was Teddy's sonogram. He's still losing weight and there's calcification in his kidneys. But no explanation other than eliminating some of the usual suspects. (Bright sides: One of the usual suspects to be eliminated is cancer. The tests showed he's in pretty good shape for a 13-year-old cat.) So, more blood work (and he won't let us take off the bandage). Appetite stimulant. And if that doesn't work, possibly participation in a study of unexplained calcification in cats.

My parents are flying out to be here for my niece's high school graduation, which is in mid-June. Because my sister's MIL will be here as well, and she has limited mobility, my folks will stay with me while E stays with my sister. Well, my dad just emailed their flight information.

They're going to be here for ten days. With their five-month-old cockapoo puppy.

Oh. My. God. t weeps

I love my parents, I do, but ten days sharing my 700-square-foot house with my mother will kill me.

That sounds like reasonably good news on the Teddy front, Fred. Good luck with all of it.

Oy vey, Suela. There's a reason I don't go to my parents' for more than four days in a row anymore.

Fred, I hope Teddy turns out ok. And I'll say, having dealt with it, that IV-ing a cat at home isn't that bad, should his kidneys need it (traumatic for the human, maybe. The cat is more annoyed at staying put.)

Consuela..um, my sympathies. I adore my parents and they once spent 7 days living in my one bedroom, 750 sq.ft. apt. I still love them but oh.my.god. May they be as gracious as mine in understanding my fleeing.

I'm still learning about tipping. I've finally got that I should tip the shampoo person if it isn't my stylist (who normally gets 25+% anyway, cause she rocks.) The last shampooist gave me such a freaking awesome head massage she got $5.

Consuela..um, my sympathies. I adore my parents and they once spent 7 days living in my one bedroom, 750 sq.ft. apt. I still love them but oh.my.god. May they be as gracious as mine in understanding my fleeing.

Mom is here for a full week in May. We're already negotiating strategies so no one ends up dead or hated.

To be honest, it's the four-hour each way drive with her to my uncle's for a couple of days that week that I has me most concerned.

Thank god I have wireless, I say. Last time they were here for several days, I would let them take over the tv while I surfed and wrote in the study. It worked.

But I'll have to feed them, too.

Speaking of food, time to go to book club and eat cheese and drink wine, yay!

I did a thing to my neck that makes me scared to look over my left shoulder again since it hurt it that sharp hot nerve way last time.

The thing was reaching for my cell phone.

Now I have to go teach.

Now I have to go teach.

For those of you who know Polgara, do you think she'll care if the place she's staying is ... let's just say less than immaculate?

Can we watch a SPN ep if I say she won't mind?

I mean, I don't think she'll mind.