Plumber is here. He could charge less, but I'll still own my ass, and can shower, and... well, I don't think I'll have the time to cook like I wanted, but I'm in favor of small still owning ass graces.

Have you ever had an A1c test, Teppy?

Every 6 months or so, when I have my cholesterol tested. The doctor always just orders a full panel -- total cholesterol, LDL, HDL, glucose, A1c, all the weird liver enzymes, etc.

So far, my glucose and A1c have always been right smack in the middle of normal.

Like I said, the burny feeling in my leg sounds like neuropathy, but it occurred so close, time-wise, to getting the dilaudid that I think it's somehow related to that.

I hope this means it was just a temporary thing, Teppy.

Although he still seemed a little annoyed at me for not accepting help, and it was all I could do to *not* snap "This is SO Not About You, buddy," at him.

I have so been there. I do not like help. My cousins who live here in town are still mad at me for not asking them for help when I was going through the whole cancer treatment thing and they were fairly unpleasant about it at the time. I told my mom, who actually cares what they think, that I could handle chemo or my cousins, but not both.

Apparently back pain is catching over the internet, because the minor aches and pains I've had since I ran into the curb have morphed into low back pain with extra added muscle spasms in my shoulders. I guess it's back to the chiropractor tomorrow.

Dear brain:

Having a panic attack because you have so much to do? Actually not helpful in getting things done.

Shir, glad your ass is still yours to own.

Better~ma to everyone! Yikes.

IOmeN, just got home from *trying* to cheer a friend running the Dallas Marathon. She was running a leg of the relay. I arrived 30 min before she estimated her start, in between her s/f stations. Then walked back towards her start station. Didn't see her at all. But I did clap/cheer/encourage the other runners. And it's a beautiful day here, so it was all good. But my hands/feet/legs are sore now.

Shir, yay for having hot water, and for still owning your ass.

When you lose your ass to someone, it ought to be a loving, pleasurable event, not a plumbing disaster.

Ya, besides, plumbers usually have so much ass, it's spilling out of there pants.

To Teppy, from Hubby:

You just had a nerve root injection, didn't you? That means you had a piece of steel put in your nerve cluster. The idea that your nerves are reacting to it is expected. It's one of the side effects that they don't mention.

If it's a reaction to the shot, it should go away. Otherwise, it might be neuropathy. Hubby was diagnosed yesterday with diabetic neuropathy, and he often looks down just to confirm that his leg has not happened to catch on fire.

He needs to break some part of the wall.

The price just went up.

Still can afford it, but jeez, it's about 50$ from the "ok, don't fix it" limit.

(Trying to relax and read articles)

Edit: some "let the price stay as is~ma" would be super helpful for my general hygiene and happiness.

Sending plumbing ~ma

Ahh... Tom is bottling 2 batches of beer, laundry getting done, made 3 different kind of cookies from the Gourmet Magazine retrospective; the Speculaas cookies from the 70s, mocha cookies from the 90s, and Pistachio Cranberry Icebox cookies from the 2000s. (those are actually still in the icebox- I'll bake them off when Tom's done.)

We went shopping, and we're just about done on that front. Taz is curled up next to me, and I'll make a shepherd's pie with lamb for dinner.

Feeling pretty good on the holiday front, thank goodness. Tom starts the new job tomorrow.

health~ma to all the buffista sickies! Kristin, how's Zoe doing? continued back~ma for Tep.