Congrats to your sister on her job going permanent, smonster. And YAY to you and St. W00t!
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I have a cold from hell, too, Teppy. Gotta hate a summer cold. Only one thing planned this weekend. luckily--going to the movies, which is a fine, restful activity.
I did All The Dishes (basically, all the dishes from Sunday through this morning), and I balanced all my bank accounts (and remembered to pay the Visa bill), re-ordered checks, and have 1 load of laundry drying on the clothesline, 1 load in the dryer, and 1 load in the washer. Also ran the neti pot through my sinuses twice.
And that is IT. I am knackered.
Oh! And I keep getting an invoice from CVS Caremark for the IUD (of The IUD Saga From Hell)...for $0.00. Finally I called today to find out why they're wasting paper on me, and the woman said that it was because the claim was still out to Aetna, but she looked it up and apparently they recently paid, and I owe nothing.
So the upside to the IUD Saga From Hell is that I ended up paying a grand total of $40 for everything (office visit, IUD itself, everything), compared to what might have been literally $1,000 with our new insurance.
So the IUD Saga From Hell was worth it (in the most literal way possible), but I *still* twitch when I think about it.
And our new insurance is SO bad, I can't even tell you. I don't even want to get into it. I dread what I have to deal with if this cold turns into something that needs more than OTC treatment.
Bright side of other people having cute butts - we get to look!
Tim is *entirely* too hotass for almost-45. I am a lucky dame.
He was measuring his waist last night for a mermaid tail (seriously, don't ask; it's a combination of Mad Scientist, jackassery, marginal kink, and Because He Can), and started complaining because his waist has gone up an inch...to 33 inches.
My heart bleeds. (He can still get down under 30 inches in a corset, so I have no sympathy. Zero.)
Announcement: The bushes are gone. I repeat: The bushes are gone.
Anybody else think we should take up a collection for a 5-ft metal chicken to go in their place?
Ahahaha! I just bought the first episode of Bob's Burgers from iTunes. It gave me a popup, asking me if I wanted to buy the episode, which is standard security protocol, I guess. But the funny part is that, in asking me, it used the episode name.
"Do you want to buy 'Human Flesh'?" it asked me. I should have taken a screen shot.
So, in Vortex's heart news, I have mitral valve prolapse ! So, relatively minor, don't need to take any meds, don't need to change my eating or lifestyle. Next to best possible result, I think.
is there any possibility whatsoever of steroid eye drops letting enough steroid into the bloodstream to cause mild behavioral changes?
Yes.
Steroid injections in my hip helped mask my asthma for years when I didn't live in a place where my allergies were so bad.
I think of it as like taking Advil. The pills don't know that you're taking it for a headache or aching knees and then goes there. It just has an effect, usually many. And we like some of them. Others are all "ewwwww side effects" which just means it wasn't the effect we wanted. Like weeds are plants out of place. There's nothing specific that makes them weeds except being unwanted.
In more good news, my sister's likely going to get an offer to go permanent at her job! This is huge, and much needed for her mental health.
That is wonderful news. And awesome news on St Woot as well.
(in the most literal way possible)
Glad it was literally worth it.
I wonder if Human Flesh tastes like pork.
Eep! But, yeah, relatively minor, and not uncommon in teh wimmins. Your heart is in lots of good company.
I have mitral valve prolapse !
I don't often yay an issue like this, but YAY! Because you have an answer and know how to proceed which in this case means you don't actually have to do anything else. Including worry!
And, oh, I forgot: huzzah for St. Woot and his excellent taste and good judgment in smonster appreciation.
Oh, glad you've got a diagnosis, Vortex. I was worried about you.