Hi from Texas!

Aw, crap, {{Kristin}}.

Any recourse to protest the decision?

Oh, poor Kristin.

Hi Sean!

(But I'm not really here, as I'm working from home today and need to go start getting ready for my photo shoot for BUST magazine.) (!!!)

Maybe, Epic. I need to talk to the office to find out if they're going to charge me, and if so, how much. Man, money has just sucked this year.

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Ken Griffy Jr to the White Sox.

I wish I could say that I'm sad about that, but I'm not.

ugh, had a CT scan this afternoon which involved drinking way too much of that horrible barium stuff AND getting an IV! Bleh. I seriously hope this turns up SOMETHING with my mystery ab/pelvic pain thing.

I find CT scans to be fun. No, really.

It's the reason for them that sucks. And Nora, I definitely feel you on the mystery ab/pelvic pain. Mine seems to be, for the most part, IBS. Which is kind of embarassing, in a "Yeah, it's just glorified *GAS*" kind of way. But since I started throwing other drugs and supplements at it, it's calmed WAY down.

And the single food item that seems to aggravate my GI system the most? Anything sweet.

KHAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!!

Asking me to not eat sugar is too cruel. And yet, the reaction when I don't eat anything sweet for a few days and then cave in and eat something sweet? Undeniable. Also gross.

At least it isn't caffeine.

ION, did I mention here or in my LJ that I'm going to be on a fucking billboard? Because I am. It's a whole thing with the neurosurgery clinic that did my back surgery -- this year was 5 years since my surgery, and back in April I sent an e-mail to the clinic, telling them that it had been 5 years and I was still 100% fixed and I was so bad off before the surgery that I could barely walk, etc., etc.

A month or 2 later I got an e-mail from their PR department, asking me if I'd share my story on their Web site -- they have a whole page of people who had unfuckingbelievably bad neurological trauma that was "fixed" by the clinic: [link] Seriously, some of those stories make mine sound like a scraped-up knee.

Anyway, last week the PR department e-mailed me again, saying that they're planning a series of billboards about their spinal procedures, and wanted to know if I'd be on one. Not my scar, or anything; just a picture of me, holding an MRI or CT scan, and some tagline like, "The worst possible pain. The best possible care," or something like that.

Naturally, I said yes, because I am, in the end, an attention whore. I worried briefly about Body Image Demons, but -- it's a BILLBOARD; *anyone* who's on a billboard is automatically going to look huge all over. So if I think I look fat, I can just say, "Well duh -- I'm on a billboard!"

t edit And WOW, is that less than thrilling now that I read Jilli's post!

Whoo, billboard! That's very cool, Steph.

(!!!)

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Whoo, billboard! That's very cool, Steph.

Thanks but -- BUST?!?!?! SO much cooler than a billboard.

Teppy billboard!