When I was nannying in NYC (late 80s), the couple I worked for had a cleaning woman who DID clean naked. The first time I was there with the baby and she showed up and started stripping down, I almost fell over. She compromised by staying in her panties and camisole.

Fortunately, she was a cute little size 4 thing.

bonny, I'd be hiding out, too. It sounds like it would take a lot of mental energy just to attend, and if you don't want to expend it, I can't blame you.

I just yelled at my dad and caused him to hang up on me. Ooops. He called to see how I was doing, and I told him that I still can't hear out of my left ear, and he told me, "Well, at least you can hear out of your other ear."

Which is, in fact, true. It's just the EXACT WRONG THING to make me feel better. Which I told him, with lots of dramatic embellishment, like, "Yes, I can hear out of my other ear. I also have 2 eyes, and my major limbs haven't yet fallen off. That's true. I guess I should be dancing around the living room for joy that I'm ONLY DEAF IN ONE EAR!!!"

He said, "Well, I've only got ONE HEART AND IT DOESN'T WORK SO WELL."

So I said, "Fine, Dad, you win the suffering sweepstakes! I guess I should be thanking the lord for my deaf ear!"

At which point he said he didn't want to talk to me when I was "like this," and I said fine, and he hung up.

I can't blame him. I *was* obnoxious. But I still fail to see how "At least you can hear out of one ear" is going to make me feel better. That's always his M.O. when someone is sick, and he doesn't understand how it just makes me feel like a whiner for daring to be upset that I can't hear out of one ear rather than being joyful that the iron lung is working.

I should apologize, but I'm not feeling it right now.

And, of course, when we hung up, I lost my shit totally and started sobbing, which got The Boy out of the bedroom because he thought someone died.

I know, I know: I'm on a high dose of oral steroids (which are MAKING ME ITCHY), and they cause mood swings. I get it. BOY, do I get it.

But I'm still not dancing for joy that at least I have one good ear. I'd like the other one to be fixed, god damn it.

Uh, and apparently I *am* being a big whining baby.

Sorry.

Steph, no you're not. I have the same problem sometimes when something goes wrong. Why do you think I come here for soothing about work troubles? I don't get the support I want or need "at home". Though Chile is very good at licking tears away.

Sparky!! Have a great trip--I kept meaning to say that before.

Okay, back to linking. Perkins is a doll who offered to bring me stuff for lunch. Sadly I have a bag of frozen Trader Joes in the freezer here; most of my meals for the last two months have been nuked in our kitchen at work.

My mantra is: it will ship tomorrow, it will ship tomorrow...

Steroids make everyone a little crazy and emotional.

It's so frustrating when you are sick and don't feel well, I hope you feel better soon Steph.

I'm having comcast problems again. This time the cable picture is snowy which I guess is an improvement.

I came over to Mom's (had to check on her cat anyway) and brought my wireless router (since it was hers originally) and the router is problematic.

So... I need a new router and at some point, hopefully. Comcast will come out. I have a 24 hour call, which means they can come out between when I called (11 am ) and 11 am tomorrow. Except I can't be there tomorrow. Or I can take a Thursday appointment, which doesn't work either. So I don't know what I'm going to do.

What they said, Steph; I'd freak out if me body would freak out on me like this. Plus, steroids thing - I had severe asthma as a toddler. The so called best kid physician of the county put me, 2 year old, on steroids, saying there's no other solution. My parents saw what it did to me, turned to homeopathy, and six months later I was asthma free. When we can, and even though me mom is a nurse, we prefer homeopathy to regular medicine in my family, esp. for long term. So, really, we understand (we-Buffistas, not my family, who I'm sure will understand but don't read b.org).

javachik, I'm crossing my fingers for you.

Edit: I'm not very coherent today...

[Steph] What? No way.

It makes total sense for you to feel the way you feel.

Jeez. Maybe I'm being hormonal or something but the idea that you have to take care of other people's feelings before having your own is really bugging me.

I'm sad for the dust up with your dad, but I'm right behind you.

Comcast sucks, sorry you are having trouble askye.

steph, healing ~ma and hairpats. It makes total sense for you to feel the way you do.

Java, much ~ma for you, too.

Steph, sorry to hear about the blow up. I'm sure the roid's didn't help. I understand where your father is coming from, trying to focus on the positive and all, but sometimes it just doesn't work. I got that all the time as a kid. "At least you don't have Duchene. Kids die from that". I'm sure that didn't have any effect on my psyche. No. So, take it easy if you can, and hopefully all those meds will continue to clear things up. Can the boy or you call back your father and mention the roid's and apologize? Not an excuse to do it, but an explanation of why? I dunno. Just an idea. Hopefully I'm not making things worse. I'll stop now.

In my world... To make up for the week of creepy Klan scenes and the heavy use of the "N" word with aggressive tones, they decided the sex tapes needed re-recording. Not that it makes up for it, but it helps smooth out the creepy bits, I suppose. I guess I should say, the creepy stuff fits within the show, and when you see it one time, will be very powerful. But doing it over and over again, as is the nature of technical rehearsals... ya, that is creepy.

Hoping tomorrow is my day off! I can pick up DVD's from the library, and mainline season 9 of SG-1 while resting and maybe cleaning. Mmmmm omelette and bacon. I can taste it already.