{{{ Pix }}} I hope you can relax and let the stress wash off you. Maybe a nice bath with Epsom salts? Heat pad on your neck? Either way, I hope the tension finds its way out of you. I don't like you in pain.

You're a support system in a corset, eyeglasses and high heels, with a dirty mind, a heart of gold and a dictionary on hand.

Shir, I love your description. Since I don't wear glasses or corsets, I guess I'm the dirty mind with heart of gold.

Seems the moving company found my computer battery back up out in Riverside. So I need to call the other guy and see if I can head out there today and pick it up.

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Am at the doctor's office after being at chiro. She x-rayed my neck and said one of the vertebrae is bad--looks like whiplash or a damaged disc

Perhaps now that the disc has been identified, a return visit to the Chiro might be helpful. At the very least they might have some stretching exercises to relieve the pressure.

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Aw, Ginger, that sucks. Poor Mr. Peabody. And a pox on Creepy Guy.

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I'm glad the vet didn't find anything wrong with Mr. Peabody. And I hope the creepy gardening guy stops being an asshat.

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Ginger, that kinda scares me for you and Mr. Peabody. Follow your intincts with this guy. Maybe jot down notes on weird shit you see the guy doing. IIRC Mr. Peabody has made it plain that he wants to be an only dog. If not, in your shoes I'd be thinking hard about volunteering to foster a couple of big dogs to act as enforcers to Mr. Peabody's alarm-dog duties.

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{{Fay}} Stay safe and keep checking in regularly.

{{Pix}} I'm glad your friends are there to care for you and I am so sorry about everything.

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We need to define the "XKCD Effect."

Why? "Malamanteau" just brought up about 226,000 results when I searched on Google.

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Pix, I hope you feel better.

Fay, I hope you're safe and things get resolved there quickly.

Ginger, I hope Mr. Peabody never has another seizure. If he does, I really suggest taking him to a neurologist - Sass' seizures were controlled relatively easily by the specialist but the regular vet just didn't have the experience.

A neighbor I don't particular care for just came over to quiz me on our cleaning person. She tells me she wants someone who will do an excellent job but that she also wants someone cheap. I didn't say, "So you want to pay someone less than they're worth?" Instead I just refused to tell her what we're paying.

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Aw, Ginger, that sucks. Poor Mr. Peabody. And a pox on Creepy Guy.

This.

ETA: I ended up only taking one of each this morning, Barb, and though I'm far from pain free, I think they've taken the edge off enough that I can function. And by function, I mean sit on the couch rather than lying in bed.

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Thanks for the support. The seizure was scary, but the aftermath, in which he was panting and drooling and staggering, was heartbreaking. I checked what to do if it was the heat and dampened him with cool water and put a fan on him while I called and scrambled for shoes. I had the air on high in the truck and by the time we got there, he was basically his old self. The vet said that was the right thing to do, anyway.

Creepy guy grew up in the neighborhood and I think the neighbor who hires him feels sorry for him. The neighbor on the other side, who's about his age, says he's always been off, has never really held a job and has drug problems. He hangs out with the people two doors down, who are into drugs, alcohol and screaming fights. Their house has been for sale forever. Sell, house, sell. They sadly do have a bright little girl who talks to me when I'm gardening. This gives an erroneously bad picture of my neighborhood.

eta: Pix, did the doctor suggest ice or heat?

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