I know this must be an incredibly hard process for you, Burrell. It sounds as if you are doing all you can to be supportive of your MiL and your DH.

my british (adult) friends are the ones who forced me onto facebook with the lure of shared photos. it worked.

I'm on a probiotic right now to counteract the effects of the antibiotic I got put on to cure a suspected long-term sinus infection. My doctor got kind of a little scary on the topic, to be honest.

My doctor got kind of a little scary on the topic, to be honest.

The sinus infection, or the probiotic? (Sinus infections always freak me out slightly, because your brain is RIGHT THERE.)

The probiotic. He talked about some kind of bug that seems to be emerging that's kept in check normally by some of the bacteria that the antibiotic will kill off. So I'm on an antibiotic twice a day, and a probiotic twice a day. It's turned into a complicated pill-taking schedule.

It never occurred to me to be freaked out by a sinus infection. Until now.

Heh--I was surprised to be talking facebook with the women I was working with this week--a Peruvian and a woman from costa rica.

I just took a bus tour of Lima, got more sunburnt (even though it's cloudy) and have 2 hours til the taxi picks me up for my flight. I should eat dinner but I'm not really hungry...

Oh my goddess, I'm gonna vomit. I finally just emailed my biological sister. For the first time ever.

Grant me the Serenity to not check my email forever and ever and ever.

Many thanks to Scrappy and my mom who both did their parts in giving me the courage to finally do it.

Sweet and sad

British soldier in Afghanistan proposes to his girlfriend on his monthly call home, but dialed the wrong number

So, the woman who got the voicemail took it to the Daily Telegraph and they are trying to find her.

~ma, Burrell.

Holp! I stopped at Borders on the way home, zombie-shopped for an hour, spent $100, and now I'm too tired and dirty to go get food, too hungry to order delivery, and I don't have any leftovers.

Oh wait! Eggs. My roommate keeps chickens at her mom's and we always have scads. Brekkie for dinner it is.

Oh my goddess, I'm gonna vomit. I finally just emailed my biological sister. For the first time ever.

Ooooh. This process, for me, was a mixed ride. May it be a great (and happy) adventure for you.

ION, I have just risen from the mighty nap of the relieved. While I was glad for the much needed sleep, my head now feels like a brick. Not like it was hit with a brick, but like the actual brick itself.

After nearly fainting from stress last night over Bartleby's condition, we went to the vet today to deal with his week-long chronic belly issue.

The bad news was the bill...4 bills...the good news is that I think we've finally found a vet who can actually help us with his chronic bumular issue. She was very practical and knowledgeable. She offered to do what I have been begging vets to do for years...research his seemingly disconnected symptoms to see if there is a non-surgical treatment.

In fact, completely unprompted by me, she rejected the idea of surgery for all the reasons I have been avoiding it.

It's just awesome.

At the moment though, he's on loads of medication to fix his belly so, hopefully, at least one of us will sleep better moving forward.

The doc was also extremely encouraging about all the age-related things that have been weighing on me. She says Bartleby is in great condition and that most everything else seems normal. I mentioned that my prayer is that we make it to 15 years, but that I don't have a huge amount of hope for that. She asserted that it is highly likely that he could live that long...which, while I won't bank on it, is very, very nice to hear.