I killed a spider in the house today. I usually don't do this because it's supposed to be bad luck but it was just an itsy bitsy thing and it built its web in the medicine cabinet on the toothpaste.
Simon ,'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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This is the day that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
I was wide awake so many hours ago
and I'm still wide awake, forever just because
This is the day that never ends...
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It is okay to hate your dissertation. And your research. And even your frakking topic. Half my research was looking at movie magazines and I still had to drag myself out to the library most days.
Hang in there. It will be worth it.
The lingering cough part of my "little" cold can stop lingering any frickin' time now...want to be sleeping, not hacking.
Stoopid respiratory system.
meara, you've gotten great advice. I too would suggest starting with your PCP.
{{{Hil}}} Hang in there.
Wow. Matilda is just gorgeous. And yes! Emmett is totally handsome! Wow. They are just getting so big.
Timelies, all.
JZ, Matilda is just a stunner. And Emmett's definitely got that trapped between two worlds look going on. I see it in Nate a lot, where one minute I look at him and he's looks like a total little man and in the next second, he's back to being my baby boy and I can breathe a sigh of relief. For at least a minute or two.
Whoa, Barb. At least my family puts the fun in dysfunctional. Your family sounds like it is less...fun.
No kidding. There's a reason that even though I really like Miami, I won't live there. And that's without even adding the Prince of Darkness, AKA My Brother into the mix. I always want to hold him up as the human equivalent of the old "Blood on the Highway" movie they used to show about the dangers of drunk driving, except in his case it would be, "This is what happens if you go the majority of your life undiagnosed, unmedicated, and with the most enabling mother on the planet."
citalapram (Celexa -- I didn't know it was also called Lexapro, huh)
Lexapro and Celexa are slightly different. (Two jobs ago I worked for a company that did corporate videos for pharma clients, and Lexapro was one of ours, so I used to know way too much about the chemical differences between the two. Most of it's still there but fuzzy - fortunately I'm sure Tep can correct whatever innaccuracies I'm about to post.)
Basically, Celexa/citalopram is a molecule with two mirror-image halves, kind of like an open book. L-citalopram/Lexapro is that same molecule, but just the left side, the idea being that that half was the "active" half (bonding to seratonin channels and blocking reuptake) and the other side was probably causing most of the side effects (bonding to other receptors in the brain and being generally unhelpful). It was also (not that we put this in the video) an attempt by the drug-maker to effectively extend the patent for Celexa which was about to expire by replacing it with a new but almost identical drug.
t /brain full of trivia
You are not eloping so that you can have two weddings.
SRSLY.
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OK, I never thought I'd say this, but WTF? Where is my August heat?
So, I've been spending the past 15 hours in a crazy making, tear inducing, fear mongering holding pattern.
We have a landline w/machine that we almost never check. Last night Em was messing with it and I heard a message from my OB/GYN (I had my annual 2 weeks ago). I replay the messages and sure enough, they've been trying to get ahold of me for a couple of days. I'm to call the office as soon as possible and speak to the nurse.
Cue freak out.
If it was a billing issue, I'd call the billing person. You only have to call the nurse if your hoo-hah is about to fall out.
This morning, I spend 45 minutes trying to get through to their office. One website says they open at 8, one website says 8:30, the after hours message says 8:30. WTF. WHICH IS IT I AM FREAKING OUT??? At 8:45 I finally get the nurse who informs me that the lab was "unable to make any diagnosis as there weren't enough cells."
WTF.
So now, I have to go back to the Dr's office and have a new smear done on the 22nd. at 7:10am. In two weeks. Wherein I can stress myself into a frenzy.
Up until 7:00-ish, yesterday sucked a big asshole. Then Ihad pizza and was happier.
I have since declared to day backwards day whereas I am eating my lunch for breakfast (pizza) and my breakfast for lunch (yogurt, granola, berries).