I had mac & cheese (and corn on the cob) for lunch. When the guy who took my order seemed confused I told him I'm only eating yellow things today.

Go, Barb, with your problem-solving skills.

Nora, vertebrae out of whack somewhere, pinching nerves? Cuz if you said that it was your leg hurting like that, I'd be saying, "sciatica?" Anyway, I hope you find a resolution to the hurty.

Laga, mac&cheese sounds perfect.

I'm a bit peckish after shoveling the front walk. And talking with my mom on the phone for an hour. And dealing with Harvey the velcro cat.

Oh, Tep, I know exactly how that feels (only, I only had myself to blame, cause mine was a hangover, I think...though since I still felt icky two days later, I kinda wonder....). You poor thing.

I was thinking about you while I was in the ER -- my memory dredged up your post about having such a bad hangover/stomach woes that you thought about going to the ER.

I've heard that there's a vicious stomach virus going around. The person who posted about it on LJ said she threw up so hard that it hurt to breathe.

Someone in my office sent around a forwarded e-mail about a nasty stomach virus. Part of me believes that my body manifested it just by reading the e-mail.

Tep, STOP HAVING TO GO TO THE ER. That's my gig, and I'm willing to take the hit for all the Bitches.

I told The Boy, when we left the hospital today, "So, I'm thinking NEXT Saturday, we NOT go to the hospital! What do you think?"

Him: "Well, you *are* getting kind of repetitive -- maybe an Urgent Care clinic."

Tep, STOP HAVING TO GO TO THE ER. That's my gig, and I'm willing to take the hit for all the Bitches.

See, I don't think ita should be bogarting all the ER trips. I think we should let some none-Buffistas have some quality ER time instead. Which reminds me - ita, are you feeling any better?

I really can't believe your bad luck, Tep. But yay for The Boy, who is an excellent example of much merited good luck.

The Boy is funny.

ACTUAL Snopocalypse on Thursday was kinda cool, but it's Saturday now, and still really cold, and nobody here bothers to like, SHOVEL or anything.

Well, none of us *own* snow shovels. I don't even know if our hardware stores carry them.

The Boy is funny.

Last week -- I posted this in LJ -- we were snuggled up in bed (not a euphemism, since my tremendous back PAINPAINPAIN ruled out anything remotely resembling sex), and I said, "Jesus, the past 6 months have been so fucked up for us -- you had abdominal surgery, and I had inexplicable stomach badness, that weird-ass vertigo, panic attacks, and now this back problem. What's next?"

Him: "We'll probably give birth to a cute little teratoma we can call our own."

Teratoma out of the blue!!!

After I finished laughing, I said, "Even though it will be hideous, it'll be our hideous teratoma baby."

Him: "You can tell me its one tooth looks just like mine!"

Me: "And its tuft of hair looks just like mine!"

FREAKS. The both of us.

That needs to be COMMed, but ... I don't even remember any more, how many threads back the last teratoma appeared, for maximum contextual hilarity.

Which reminds me - ita, are you feeling any better?

Not much. I think the last procedure has worn off. Still, I'm to get a much more permanent (this time they'll kill instead of numb) nerve treatment in the new year. Can't wait. Today is a particularly bad head day.

Oh, ita, I hope you soon get the relief you need.

The wind is howling like wolves. It's so bitter cold that 10 minutes outside to clear the back steps and walk made my fingers numb inside the extra-insulated gloves. Please send ~ma for Daniel to get home safely. He just called me to say he'd been throwing up at work all day, and finally his supervisor sent him home, but he had needed to stop and nap at a gas station for a while first.

I think I need some calm~ma.

tons of ~ma to the both of you, WindSparrow