Happy uneventful moving day, sj!

Adding my vote that Fay should see a doctor. ::stuffs ballot box with "go to a doctor!" votes while Fay is not looking::

Good luck sj! May your new place be a very happy home for you and TCG!

Smooth and easy moving~ma to you and TCG, sj! I can't wait to see pictures of your new place once you get all settled in.

my cheese plate which was made by my mom in pottery class. I wuv it. Looking at it, I can see the plate it thinks it is. So very close to perfect, but imperfect enough I will always know Mom made it.

Awww. That's adorable. Now I want to tell my mom to make me a cheese plate for my birthday.

Fay -- Doctor. Now. Because even the hope held out by Sean involves four-plus years of recovery. Which is Not Good.

Phone: TGIF. *ring*

Me: You're not actually telling me this just to tell me this, are you?

Phone: Yeah, because that's the kind of luck you have. *ring*

Me: You don't have to rub it in, you know. I'm hapless, I get that. To repeatedly point it out is just cruel.

Phone: When have I ever done that before? What makes you say "repeatedly"? That's an unfair characterization of our interaction. *ring*

Me: Really? You do seem to take no small pleasure from making me miserable. I've heard you positively *chortle*. In fact--

Phone: JUST ANSWER ME, YOU MORON! *ring*

Me: Words can hurt. I am wounded.

Fuckcake O' the Day: I just got a letter.

Me: Okay.

FCO'tD: They're saying my dental insurance is cancelled! You're deducting it from my paycheck, I'm paying for it! Why is it cancelled?!

Me: Well, ma'am, I show you are actively insured. I'm not sure...

FCO'tD: Then why is [Wrong Company] telling me my coverage ended in April?!

Me: Oh! You're not covered by [Wrong Company], you're covered by [Correct Company].

FCO'tD: When did that happen?!

Me: ...when...you...signed up for insurance through [Correct Company]?

FCO'tD: You guys fuck everything up!

Good lord, MM. How can someone be pissed about being covered? Yeesh. I think I would have been abjectly apologizing and promising to bake you cookies for the next month.

Fay -- Doctor. Now.

Concur with Fred Pete. The "Jeanna Treatment" a.k.a. "the Milwaukee Protocol" hasn't worked for anyone else. Or at least, not yet -- and it's really not something for which you want to be an experimental subject, if you can possibly avoid it.

Boy, I am SO not with it today. I forgot my cell phone at home, and I just locked my jacket (with my car keys in the pocket) in the room I was working in on campus. Had to call campus security to let me in to get them.

Can I go back to bed now?

Yes, vw, go to bed.

Howz the breathing?

Howz the breathing?

Better than the cognitive functioning, apparently. I ended up talking to my PCP last night. I meant to page my therapist, but apparently paged my PCP. I was terribly confused when she called me (after I had been asleep for a while) two hours later. I feel like I'm in a total fog. PCP thinks this should all be a little better by Monday, and if not, I have to come in and be seen again. Still not eating, but I've forced down two Ensures since last night.