ita, I wish you relief, for reals.

Don't drown, NYCistas! No Apocalypse before the Horsemen arrive...

It's also going to be wicked hot here, prediction of 96 for today.

Ways To Know It's Fair Time in the Midwest: A radio show this morning was playing a rousing game of "Will It Lick Me?" (Host went to the fair yesterday, meets the petting zoo, caller predicts whether or not he got licked in the face.) Hot times, people.

Okay, so it does seem to be the apocalypse. Interesting.

Bobbi, the itching is definitely dilaudid--I get that every ER visit. It's usually evened out by the Benadryl, but I'm only on PCA for the dilaudid, so it gets out of whack (Hmm. I need an etymology for that expression (can you have etymology for expressions?)) The swelling is new, and I've definitely had more dilaudid than this in a shorter period, so who the hell knows?

He's going back to see if I can get another Benadryl shot.

I am majorly apologising to the current nurse. My standard rhythm is to bitch, whimper, get relief, apologise. These are people I want on my side.

Hmm. So much for not using this as a blog.

Oh, two other missives from here: I bought two large styrofoam planes. They've had a workout.

Sunday night, we went to an old school drive-thru. Double features and all. Screen set in a swamp. Dirt lot,lawn chairs, illegal booze, teenagers necking in the back seat in the back rows, train track behind the projection booth, the whole bit. Of course a train came through at the climax of both films (missable films, one that pissed me off, but whatever. Drive-thru! In a swamp! ) Was sorta fun, even if I could've done without the Simpsons and that damned latest Adam Sandler film. Uhg. But I played with T through most of that. He was much less offensive, even with baby puke.

It's supposed to be 102 here today. Again. This is not something that should come with an "again"!

Same here and I wholeheartedly agree. It was muggy when I took the dogs out at 5:00 am. That's just wrong. And our air quality has been lousy, too.

ita, my best to you. I'm glad you are able to come here to vent or whatever, if only because it got you fuzzy socks last night (I'm just caught up.)

I cannot even get on the mta service advisory page to get updates on service. awesome.

mac is out of the house at least, thank you grandma! - Over anhour to get him dressed today. For everyone's info - I am a mean and rude person, not his real mom, a bad mom, and in general really really bad.

ita, so sorry for your hellish time of it. I wish we had a reserve of support money somewhere and a good chunk of folk could take some unpaid time off of work committments, just to free up that space and stress.

Oh msbelle, I am so sorry you had to hear all of that this morning. You are not mean and rude, you are his real mom, a great mom, and really, really good. IMHO.

How do these kids know so young just what to say that hurts the most sometimes?

I swear to God, Ricardo Montalban is doing a voice on "Dora the Explorer" right now.

I shall have to employ the POWER OF THE INTERNETS to verify.

Ah, msbelle, your morning sounds sort of like my evening last night. The going to bed routine was shaken up by a poke to my eye and an attempted slap to my head.

ita, you're a hell of a lot more coherent in pain and on drugs than I could ever be. With you here and ranting, I'm reassured. I worry about you more when you're absent.

Holy Stormpocalypse, NYCers! I'll take our armpit weather any day over tornados.

We're outta here before it gets to hot to leave the house.

I wish we had a reserve of support money somewhere and a good chunk of folk could take some unpaid time off of work committments, just to free up that space and stress.

Oh, so much this. I have to remind myself that no matter the strength of the urge, I can't just magically appear an ocean away and help, I don't know, mop a wet floor or hold a baby or help with a kid or make a place more guests-worthy. But I really do wish I could.

I am a mean and rude person, not his real mom, a bad mom, and in general really really bad.

No, you're not! But he's really checking out his boundaries at every possible place, isn't he? Wow. Poor you guys. I hope the rest of the day is nicer to all of you.

Cashmere, that goes to you, as well, of course.