Made call. Got voice mail. Woot.

Kind of ready for lunch, despite the time.

I just found out that there is great coffee in my office. I've never worked at an office with good coffee.

I definitely intend to check with the owners and crunch numbers before I decide to give up. But I'm leery of the combo of condo association fees plus mortage on a "luxury" condo, and the touting of the vast sums they're investing. Not to mention talking about gentrification of a neighborhood that includes a freeway underpass to our immediate East, a rehab center across the street, and tenements down the street that aren't going anywhere anytime soon. (Maybe the thieves that stole one tenant's car and the car stereo of another in the past few weeks are part of the gentrification process?)

Wow.

I make the coffee in our office (usually) - if I don't make it the coffee comes out weak as dish water.

I despair of ever owning a home.

Girls and Head Trauma. Interesting article.

I just found out one of my staff people has pneumonia! Poor her. At least the main symptom is being tired, and she works from home, but still. She's going to be more or less out of commission for a while.

I despair of ever owning a home.

Move here!!! It's still relatively affordable.

That's a very sad article, Kat.

When I was in the full blush of post-concussive syndrome Colin was adamant from his hockey experience that I was fucked up and would be fucked up for a good long while.

He was more blunt about it than most of the doctors. Oh, in retrospect they called it a severe concussion, but really--they need to say that up front so I don't think I'm just being whiny and fragile.

I had a couple people at krav tell me to basically butch it up (the loudest got concussed a few weeks later, when a female student knocked the crap out of him--he was suddenly sympathetic to the impossibility of faking alertness, and the strange impact on speech and memory) and others react like I'd never be able to walk unassisted again.

The truth lay somewhere in the middle, but those months I'd count as being fully in the syndrome? Fucking miserable. Worse than the migraines now--I could have more than one headache at a time, and feel them moving around. If my migraines now are like one long hangover, post-concussive syndrome is the morning after the night before with a whole lot of poor judgment and cheap liquor.

I am now the centre expert on concussions, and guys who would have ignored them are maybe paying a little more attention.

Here's the caketastrophe. That was before we cut into it.

For the other Tom (tommyrot)

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Awww....