'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
At the end of today's ER visit I asked to go back in because I wanted to talk to the supervising doctor about my best approach to emergency care, since neither of this week's visits brought my pain down below a five. Left a rambling message with my specialist, and sent a slightly more coherent email to my primary care guy.
So, yeah, I wanted to break the TV and everyone in it. The ER is my obsession right now. Either I'm in it, planning to go in, or working out how not to.
Anyone know who did the songs in this week's Grey's? Yeah. I know. More medical shows. But this only flashed me back to a 93 surgery that was pretty untraumatic, all things considered.
I avoid anything about someone dying of cancer. I have chosen to believe that no one dies of cancer.
People tell me I'm strong because I haven't given up. In due modesty--I just don't have the imagination to work out how to give up.
People said things like that do me when I was in chemo. It's not strength. It's not bravery. It's just putting one foot in front of the other, because what else can you do? I just keep hoping for something that can give you some relief.
But it all is coming together for such a quick move. I am quite happy and satisfied with how well things are going.
Good to hear!
The ER is my obsession right now. Either I'm in it, planning to go in, or working out how not to.
Less good to hear. This morning, I spent at least three hours kind of drifting between asleep and awake, so needless to say, I had a lot of weird dreams that I remember. I think in one of them you were going into some 6-month treatment program, but I couldn't tell you the details.
In another one, I accidentally insulted Neil Patrick Harris, who was sitting right there! Oops.
I spent at least three hours kind of drifting between asleep and awake,
hate that. Did it this morning from 4:30 to 8:00 or so.
I didn't mind it, because I was afraid when I woke up at quarter to seven (and it was PITCH BLACK out, wtf), that was going to be it for the night.
Oh, I guess tomorrow they're fixing the pitch black issue, huh.
I am planning on napping.
People said things like that do me when I was in chemo. It's not strength. It's not bravery. It's just putting one foot in front of the other, because what else can you do?
Ginger, I can so easily relate to this! I swear, when people tell me how strong I am for anything Grace-related, it makes my head spin. It's not strong. It's life. I do what I have to do because I have to do it. Not because I choose to or because I want to.
I'm at a conference today. Bleh.
I'm almost halfway through my all-day programming class, which at least is going relatively fast. I wish I was playing with Illustrator, though.