Yeah, he felt guilty. But I emphasized that I really don't blame him, AND that it could have happened before he actually had a cold sore manifest, so how could he know?, and I've got a giant horse pill (seriously, you should see this thing -- bigger than a fish oil capsule by about 1/3) and it'll be fine. I think he believes me that I don't blame him, but I think he's still kicking himself somewhat.

What's that sound like?

It impresses Ryan. It impresses Wallybee too, in that "I married a freak!" way.

in that "I married a freak!" way.

I'm pretty sure Pix feels this way quite a bit.

Trudy, are you going to be able to post tomorrow to let us know when you're all done and/or home? Or can someone do it for you?

Cass has been assigned with the task!

I'm thinking come home, put on a diaper*, text, pass out.

*My sister had the surgery a few years ago. One of the most painful parts was the first night, after the anesthesia had completely worn off, she had to get up and walk to the bathroom. She literally screamed with every step. By the next day that trip was much less painful. I have elected to purchase Depends and, should I hit that kind of pain, just pee. mai. pants.

And I shall Beep the 'Fistas once I hear from Trudy.

...okay, who's tried to kick their own ass after reading this? Be honest.

I honestly would have tried if I had any Flexeril in the house.

Glad there's a plan in effect! We'll be thinking of you, Trudy.

So you know how sometimes you have people coming over, and then it gets cancelled, so you stop cleaning your house. And then someone else is coming over so you start cleaning again, but then you conclude that you can't get it all done and decide that you just need to cut bait and leave the master bedroom and bath and studio dirty, because really, you just need the rooms that people will be in. And then you get a text saying that both your dinner guests and your cook (your husband) are going to be an hour later than expected?

I'm at that point. So I did tidy up the studio, because it's visible from the main rooms. But now I have enough time to also clean the master bedroom and bathroom, when I actually thought I was already done.

Re: hemorrhoids and dibucaine - one tip I learned from the maternity ward nurses is to apply the cream to a maxi pad and then let it soak into the affected area, rather than rubbing directly into the (already sore and irritated) skin.

smonster, thanks!

I am SO SO GLAD I got the script for Xanax today, though; we are worried here about the proposed govt shitdown, and we also had a huge HUGE money expense thing happen today, related to all that foreclosure-getting-out-of business that went down this summer. Like, $3200 by tomorrow bad.

I was able to not melt down into a puddle of FUCK NO KILL ME NOW, which was what would have happened if I had NOT gone to the doctor today.

Today has been the Monday bookended by shit in the morning and shit in the evening. All on 2 hours of shit sleep last night, and 3 hours of sleep Sat. night.

DIE MONDAY DIE.

::sigh:: So on Friday we gave an optional "explore a career path" essay to the trainees to make up some time lost to rain. Only two people turned anything in. One is pretty much exactly what I was looking for, and shows evidence of some research.

The other is hand-copied from two different websites. Very, VERY obviously. And there's no segue, or any kind of "I want to do this and this is the education I would need," or anything. Just a bunch of crap from a business plan consultants webpage (he wrote the name of the company at the top, and everything! helloooo?!?) and a bunch of crap from a site about what business majors can do.

::sigh:: Further complicating matters is the fact that this trainee seems to have some mental limitations, possibly resulting from a head injury? Plagiarizing doesn't seem like his style; he's very eager to please and forthright. IDK. I guess we'll talk to him about it tomorrow and see if he cops to it, or find out how he understood the assignment. And depending on his answers, maybe give him an hour (out of a potential four).

{{{Erin}}}

Smonster, good luck with that.

Teppy, feel better.