My parents were big on Santa. There was separate Santa wrapping paper, always crumbs of cookies and just a smidge of milk left. I remember kinda getting that Santa couldn't be real but trying to work out how parents figured out what you wanted. I was thinking maybe there was some way when you sat on Santa's Lap and told him stuff and got your picture taken they also told your parents.

A little health update. I got my results from my ultrasounds - they are clear and show nothing.

Which is frustrating because I was in the worst pain I've had yet last night. So now I'm going to get a CT Scan on Thursday.

I really really hope somethign shows up.

askye, remind me (if you don't mind sharing) -- where is the pain? And what kind of pain is it? And do you have other symptoms? And does anything precipitate the pain and/or other symptoms?

FWIW, my ovarian cysts didn't show up the first time they did the ultrasound on me. And they were easily resolved with a couple of months of hormones once they were.

Just saying it could yet be easy-peasy.

Speaking of doc visits, I don't remember where I posted about giant balls of ear wax? I was sooo hopeful, but no. My ears are "pristine". BUT, the tubes are filled with fluid, which doc says is probably built up from allergies that I didn't know I have. He says the walls get swollen, and fluid that normally passes right out, can't drain. So apparently, that explains the hearing loss and feeling of pressure. I am skeptical. I am supposed to try some OTC allergy meds for a week to see if it dries up. Whatev. I really wanted giant balls of wax to be removed and instant relief.

I also have a ridiculously quick onset cold and my boyfriend is 3,000 miles away and my ex housemate's car's clutch is out so am feeling very alone. And of course, little baby panicking about "who will drive me to the hospital tonight when I slip into a coma??!"

Oh, java, don't worry!

Once you're in the coma, you won't know *where* you are, so you don't really need to be driven to the hospital!

t ducks, runs

Thanks, Tep. I feel better now. Fer realz.

Oh Just call us when you feel yourself slipping into a coma. Just warn me so I stop drinking rum and can drive.

Awww, beth, thanks. Bring the rum!

hides the rum, just in case.

Matt's a meanie! Come on, share! And "hi, Matt!!"