I couldn't begin to say what my worst pain was. My relationship to pain and injury is, predictably, out of whack.

I was just looking through my LJ to see if I could find my head to toe scar inventory, and instead I found a long one about re-tearing my ligaments in my right ring finger after an injury. Instead of going to a doctor to do it, I used to have a friend wrench the bent joint straight each night over dinner. Rereading it--I had completely forgotten it hurt so much, and I kept doing it. Finger works okay now, so it paid off.

Since Nashville Electric appears to be Tweeting but says it will respond to an e-mail in two to three days, would it be tacky to tweet "@NESpower My 84-year-old mother is one of the 441 customers affected by the 1068555 outage report listed on your outage map, which still says 'No crew assigned.'"

I would totally do it.

Guess who's metalshop teacher forgot to give the safety talk about using pliers to hold pieces of metal against the grinding wheel?

Please say you got the grade and he got fired.

I forgot to add that, when I was 8ish, a neighbor 'jokingly' handed me a hot soldering iron. I took it, as instructed. Weird how I still remember it as a 'cold' sensation before the actual pain kicked in. They used the now-prohibited butter as a salve. It's a miracle I have readable lines on my palms. Pretty much lost all the surface area at the time. Still...no scar.

I'm beginning to wonder about all this. I have had some unfunny injuries...but haven't scarred much. Weird, that.

Tweet, Ginger, tweet.

I wonder how that compares to Liz Taylor, who also has quite the close relationship with hospitals.

That was my first thought too!

My ex had a lot of surgeries, but she'd been in a horrible accident as a toddler which required lots of repair. But even then I don't think she got close to 26.

Please say you got the grade and he got fired.

Oh, I got the A+. He didn't get fired, tho'.

You guys, I finished the storage room! It is clean! Organized! There are boxes of things that need to go to Goodwill, and bags of trash that need to go to the dump, but I finished it!

Woot! GoJilligoJilligoJilli.

Congrats on the finishing. It will feel even greater once you've rested and then walk back in to that freshly organized space. I LOVE that feeling!

OMG, y'all, we're watching an episode of Holmes on Homes that could easily masquerade as an ep of Hoarders. It's messed up how much these people have piled in their house, to the point where it's blocking off air returns and making the windows retain moisture.

And that doesn't even count the fact that the house had been built with sub-par brick.

Inspiring, Jilli! No more Doom?

No more Doom?

Nope! Not Doom! I don't need a path through heaps of fabric anymore, and there aren't any boxes that will come crashing down if I pull on a random piece of ribbon. (I did that yesterday.)

I'm actually looking forward to getting organizing-type furniture next week and making the space even MORE usable.