They accepted my last offer, y'all. I'm gonna own a (town)home! ACK! WTF WAS I THINKING??? Holy crap.
WOOOOOOOOT!!!
'A Hole in the World'
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They accepted my last offer, y'all. I'm gonna own a (town)home! ACK! WTF WAS I THINKING??? Holy crap.
WOOOOOOOOT!!!
Yay, meara!
Congrats, meara!
~ma for Daniel. I hate when job stuff looks scary.
~ma for Daniel. I hate the attitude he's been dealing with there.
Hey, anyone want to buy MY (town)house? I need to sell it so I can move to New Orleans and open up a brewpub.
(congrats, meara!)
Yay meara!
And job~ma to Daniel.
Now, help me not to kill people who are messing up with my life, parents included. Thank you.
~ma for Daniel.
And, yay, meara!!!
~ma for Daniel.
help me not to kill people
we can help with alibis and disposal of the bodies
Yay meara! And don't worry, the What Have I Done feeling is normal.
Whoo, meara!
So, next Wednesday I have my very first surgery. Went to the doc to have him look at my right shoulder, which has become fussy. Turns out there's a cyst in the end of my clavicle (which I always think of as a musical instrument, because Well-Tempered Clavichord comes to mind) and he's going in to clean it out. We were doing range of motion tests, and he said, "Now put your right hand behind your back and see if that hurts." I'm not in the habit of putting my hands behind my back, so I tried and was startled to discover I couldn't.
Looking at the X-rays was amusing. He looks at the view from the top and says, "No arthritis, it looks like a good joint," then flips screens. "Or not," when he sees the end of the collarbone.
So he goes in next week with a scope to debride the area (I think), I take off a couple of days, and the week after I'm good for work with limitations on lifting for a while. This time Hubby has to sit in the waiting room. I'm more worried for him than for me, even though I hate the idea of someone poking new holes and instruments into my person.