To sum up: if you have EDS and think you've subluxed/dislocated something, do not ring a doctor. They will tell you that you can't dislocate joints unless you've fallen. *headdesk*

OMGWTFdoctor!fail.

They will tell you that you can't dislocate joints unless you've fallen.

Uh, have him ring me up so I can punch him in the face. Without dislocating my shoulder.

Plane is HERE! Glory hallelujah!

Go Barb go!

I finally bought the boots I've been wanting for months! [link] And I may have tripped and also ordered these in red: [link]

I couldn't resist 20% off on top of 70% off. I'm only human, ya know. Now I just need to file all my FSA reimbursements so I can pay down my credit card. I was supposed to do that *first,* but the sale got in the way.

Yay, Barb! Leavin' on a jet plane...

smonster, those boots are rockin' and if they offered those shoes in my size, I fear I would have bought them, too.

Aww, congratulations, Erin!

Sometimes, I dream I've found a store that has all the polishes I wish I owned. And then I am sad when I wake up.

I have a recurring dream where I am in the Thrift Store of the Gods, where I find all the polishes Plei wants, a bunch of Fluevog boots, stripy blazers, and a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes. Sometimes the dream then adds a zombie attack. My subconscious is strange.

a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes

I can no longer remember - did that ever come out as Dark Carnival, or was that just a working title that Bradbury changed at the last minute?

Nevermind - I googled and that was the origial title of The October Country collection. Yep, that memory really ISN'T doing so good on some subjects.

Uh, have him ring me up so I can punch him in the face. Without dislocating my shoulder.

Heh. Love to. (I would have had such a go at the doctor in question, but The Girl was talking to him on my behalf, as I was in masses of pain at the point that they called. If I'm not better within the 12 hours that he says I will be, I shall be calling back to shout at him.)

Barb, yay for plane!

smonster, those are *some* boots. Wow. Now I want boots. You people, you're all very bad for my finances.

Dark Carnival is the title of Bradbury's first published book, which was a short story collection. It has my favorite story ever by him, "Homecoming".

Powells' has a first edition of it in the rare book room. I go visit it every time we're in PDX.

Sounds like the same genius docs that when I give my diagnosis, say, that affects children, doesn't it? I mean, if I had lost CP at eighteen, I probably would be thrilled, if confused, but, hello?