So, if I didn't drink any booze at the party, is it fair that I wake up with a splitting headache?? WTF?
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So, if I didn't drink any booze at the party, is it fair that I wake up with a splitting headache?? WTF?
Welcome to my world.
It's a z-pack, which I know from early treatment of my pneumonia is a pretty wide-ranging antibiotic. Should I call someone, probably. But I can't talk to my doctor until tomorrow, and I'm tempted to just say fuck it.
Sorry, Nora, I don't mean to be difficult. I'm just so tired of this.
I know- I'm not taking it personally! Feel better. If you think the Z-pack would help with that, then go for it.
In more cheerful news, I have a really cute little black cat who wants nothing more than to snuggle and purr and tell me he loves me.
In more cheerful news, I have a really cute little black cat who wants nothing more than to snuggle and purr and tell me he loves me.
Can I haz sum?
ION, Taz is so sweet and cute. He's keeping me company up here in the office while I am writing my paper (or, um, reading the internets) up here on his official desk cushion. He *loves* the Christmas tree, loves the smell and curling up under it like a little present. I love my sweet Taz so much!
It's snowing all Hollywood style out there, which is fine by me because I don't have to go out in it and I love that we got our tree up so it can be Xmasy inside, and snowy outside.
My grandmother just called me up and laid down the law about being with my parents on Christmas. They are coming here the weekend following (Friday/Saturday) so I thought that might suffice instead of schlepping there, and then we all schlepp back here. But apparently that is not the way it is gonna be, according to Gma. Yikes!
Can I haz sum?
I haz a Harvey, who purrs at the computer for people sometimes. I try to make to let people know when we are sharing.
They are coming here the weekend following (Friday/Saturday) so I thought that might suffice instead of schlepping there, and then we all schlepp back here.
That does sound like a lot of schlepping. What happens if you defy the Gma law, or make and end run around it by saying they should come down early?
Shir, there's plenty of pet love at our house, and we're always willing to share. Nora sounds like she's got some too. Sorry to hear about the Grandma decree, Nora. Any chance you can stand firm against it?
My mother just finally let me know she would be coming up here for Christmas-- get this, because my father said she should. That it was okay with him.
And when she told me, she said she could spare a few days from her "responsibilities."
::boggles::
Gonna be a lot of tongue biting this Christmas.
Something about having small kids trumped all the "you will do as I wish about the holidays" 'tudes of the grands, thank goodness. Nobody wanted to deal with cranky one and two year olds. At the same time. Or a cranky me, or a cranky H because his folks made his nuclear family...explode.
I sympathize with those of you dealing with conflicting family dictums regarding travel and presence and accountedness-for.
All my heartfelt good wishes to Frank's relative and his family. I have to say, new discoveries and possible life extension notwithstanding, I'd make the same decision. If the end result is going to be the same, I'll take five good months and a bad one over nine miserable ones.
(((vw))) Although things don't sound as dire today as they did last night, and I'm glad for that.
Kristin, I hope you feel better soon. And as far as your purry boy, and Nora's, I know what you mean. When asked why we put in what often seems to others ridiculous effort to socialize and keep from freaking the former feral boy, the simple answer is, how can you not do everything possible to make life less threatening for a creature who purrs like an outboard simply because you enter the room?