Skippity-and-head-pokity to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Katerina Bee's birthday.

Happy birthday, Katerina! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year.

It's also Ms. Havisham's birthday. I haven't seen posts from her in forever, but I hope the well-wishes find their way to her, somehow.

"The $20 I owe you from a while ago when you did the 2:30 feeding for me? I'd rather owe you."

I gotta say, I'm with her. 2:30 feedings are Teh Suck. (And, oy, I just noticed the pun. Shoot me now...)

ita, I can't believe you've been in the hospital and still in pain for this long. I'm glad the LAistas are taking care of you even if the doctors aren't.

NYC is in the middle of what I can only assume is a second Biblical flood. I'd already noticed it was raining and closed all the windows at 5 am today after D's second night feeding, but I'd left them open a tiny crack to let some air in (because it's supposed to be over 100 today). Then about half an hour ago I was standing in the kitchen making breakfast, and in the time it took me to glance out the window and think "Wow, it's really coming down out there," the storm turned itself up to eleven and suddenly I was DRENCHED and there was a small lake where my dining room used to be.

Fortunately, the same thing happened in the bedroom, so DH was awake to help me mop up and calm D down. It's 7 now, and still pitch black and raining down buckets outside. I hope we have at least one towel left to shower with -- most of them are on the floors and/or windowsills right now, headed for the laundry.

Aaaaaand I just saw on LJ that all five boroughs are currently under a tornado warning. Did someone schedule an apocalypse and forget to tell me?

I hope ita was able to get some sleep and that today is better.

Happy Birthday Katie Bee and Mrs. Havisham!

I wish I had been around for paperdol's interview with someone that gets it.

It's kinda nifty, innit? What with the support system and the electronic umbilical cord and the cherry pajamas. It's made of awesome.

So. Very. Nifty.

Morning sunshines! It's not bright, but it's early, for sure.

Dig this. I have an 8am meeting. Don't see myself getting up and out of here in time for that. Breakfast is at 7, for a start. And, since I just gave myself 2mg of dilaudid without thinking of possible ramifications, even less likely.

Then there's a 9:30 meeting, a 1:00 meeting, and a 3:00 meeting.

I assist one class this evening, and lead another.

Oh, and my mother and sister come into town tonight. And neither of them know I've been in hospital this week.

When do I get to give up, again?

There's going to be a point when I just say "Look, it still hurts, but the little bit of a life that I was having? I need to get it back."

So I want out before lunch. Because this just isn't paying off

Oh, and perhaps because I slept flat with a saline drip in, but my eyelids are painfully swollen (epicanthic fold gone wild) as is my throat.

Again, thanks guys. If pure indignation could ease pain, I'd be painfree for months on end due to your emotional support. As it is, it's certainly a charge.

Or is the word indignance? You know what I mean. It's early, as noted.

Now, because this deserves not to be lumped in with the preceding post, happy birthday to Katerina and Ms Havisham.

Okay, dilaudid ita=typey ita.

when I read that I started singing "Surfin' on Heroin" in my head. So very wrong considering your pain.

Damn. Caught up properly on reading the thread. That's much yikes, Jessica. New Yorkers should endeavour to not get washed away today. It's a pretty sensible normal endeavour, but it sounds like today could take some extra work.

eta: Megan, apparently dilaudid's a good heroin substitute because the initial hit is quite similar. Not that I figured there was a heroin romance, but I'm even more less likely to try it knowing that. And also knowing that my veins are all collapsed.

This is stupid, and I gotta stop yammering.

ita, I definitely hope today (and, well, days in general) improves for you.

You can keep yammering if you want, ita. I mean, seriously.

A transit official told us to hold off on going to work this morning, so that's nice. I guess that means I should check my work email from here, but eh.