I don't know; maybe they got it confused with Duchenne's and expect me to be dead already. I said that more harshly than I needed to, but I'm really quite *shocked* at how little doctors understand, at even a factual level, about disability stuff. And I'm not even talking about empathy or sensitivity. CP is hardly exotic. Millions of us have it. I would have really guessed with all the biology and interning and everything it would be easier to talk to a doctor than a supermarket checker, but ime, it's not true.(maybe cause the checker takes your word for it.)

Of course as soon as I post, he comes home. Totally soaking wet, poor guy.

I have acheived biscuits and gravy. First time making it - thanks, mom, for phone help.

I would have completely spaced the need for flour. Also? I don't use four very often (like, maybe once a year? Maybe?) and when I open up the AIR-TIGHT tupperware container, there were dead little wormies! Gross! But I already had the grease and biscuits done, so I flipped 'em out, and reminded myself that there were only 4 or 5 little guys, and hey! weevils didn't hurt pirates or pioneers, right?

My brain hurts from about 5 hours of working on school stuff. I think I need to dye my hair and read something non-school-y.

Drew, glad Mom is out of the hospital and back at home.

Kristin, thanks for the driveby. Have a great time this week! Enjoy the diving lessons.

I do not want to go back to work tomorrow. It is going to be a dreadfully long, exhausting day. I'm not holding out any hopes for this school year.

I had to skip and skim over 600 posts, you guys talk a lot over the weekend.

From what I remember:

((((Bitches, but particularly Sean and the Design clan)))) Enough already!

I'm a pretty extreme extrovert, though it's only been recently that I've really connected with people outside of a casual relationship. I'm excellent at talking to just about anybody, but calling up new people to hang out or what have you is a newish development.

I'm glad you enjoyed the party, omnis! I think the next one is for the movie Heathers's (God that's difficult to figure out how to punctuate) 20th anniversary. All the Heathers (including a couple you may not have met) will be in attendance. How late did you stay? I got home a little after 1:30.

erika, you have a wicked, wicked sense of humor. I feel evil for laughing.

Ok, today I should just not eat. Hot cocoa for breakfast was ok. Not very filling, but ok. For lunch, there was a pretty decent frozen single-serve lasagna. I ate about half of it, before the act of cutting off a bite caused it to jump out of the plastic microwave dish. The hot lasagna landed on my lap, and the dish and fork landed on the floor, waking Daniel up. His inquiries as to what had happened could not be answered promptly as I was spending my energy not swearing. I wasn't full, but I wasn't about to try to cook anything else, either. So I had another mug of hot cocoa.

Yesterday we stopped at a farm stand and bought some sweet corn. We also got a nice brisket to throw on the grill. That's out there cooking. I grab the sack of corn and a paper bag, go out to sit on the back steps to shuck it. And end up sitting on a nail, which tore my jeans. So now I have one pair of jeans. That fit. I have lots of jeans that don't fit, but that's neither here nor there. And Daniel has just come in from attending to the grill, having burned his fingers.

Oh well. Hot cocoa for supper. If I ever bother.

shocked, but only a little, at the stupidity of insurance companies. Reminds me of the woes of my crutches. They would only pay for the first $50 of approved crutches. Of course those were the cheap-o types that takes about 14 months for me to pulvurize. They would pay for zero of custom crutches that I've been using now for 6 or 7 years. The custom ones cost about 5x as much. Seems like a bargain to me. Crazy.

ION. My tummy went from not hungry, to ravished & shakey. I have eaten, and now contemplating food shopping. Again, Olympics not helping.

And, not to sound like Eyore, two attempts to print photos from Madison at various photo processing places in town have been ... not entirely successful. I don't want to say disappointing, because the ones that are printing have smonster looking delicious. But there were a whole bunch of other people who were looking damned fine and I want real pictures to pore over. Also, I wanna show off how great I looked, without having to haul my laptop around.

DJ, I ended up being the last to leave. Geri & I got to talking, and the temp went down, and it was so nice outside. I tried to start help clean up, and they were like "nah, we'll do that in the morning. Don't worry about it"

Don't forget about the shindig on Tuesday.