Skipping ahead to say: HOAs are absolutely The Devil and bring out the worst in everyone. I've been to two meetings in ten years, cause, you know, Ms. Engaged Citizen Populist. However, by the end, I wanted a small plane to take out the building, even though Mom and me would be collateral damage. sj, therapy is often intense and emotional...especially since, in my experience at least, OTs and PTs are some of the worst about understanding bodily imperfection...you'd think they'd be the best because without it they don't have jobs, but alas.

erikaj, I'm inclined to agree. But I'm pleased that though our CC&Rs restrict livestock, enough neighbors are interested in chickens that a revision of the CC&Rs is being considered! Yay for fresh eggs.

How about that? Yeah, the HOA thing sounds good, but is really code for "Obnoxious neighbors in your business" It mostly reminds me of Jim and Dwight and "Wow, that is the smallest power to ever go to anyone's head."

I have to share my card from Lea and Victor "Gardening, yoga, bubble baths, medication...and I still want to smack somebody!"

"Wow, that is the smallest power to ever go to anyone's head."

Mark Twain: "Insect authority delights in flaunting itself."

Whew, Vortex, glad you have a diagnosis, and one that is defined as "not serious."

HOAs suck. I wonder if there's a realty site that lists properties for rent or sale by whether there's an HOA/COA or not?

Proof that I'm a little stressed and doing way too much: Mal's flying by himself to visit his grandpa in AZ for two weeks. His flight leaves tomorrow. Except for the part where it was really today.

I just totally spaced on the actual date, and I don't know why I would've booked it for Friday anyway...only his grandpa calling me from the Phoenix airport asking WTF clued me in.

However, US Airways moved his ticket to the same flight tomorrow at no charge, so they are my favorite.

Every time any1 mentions a HOA I can't think of anything but that XFiles episode where the swamp monster brutally kills violators of the dumb terms. So glad i only have nosey neighbors who commiserate with me about how hard it is to get anything to grow with all the ^#$@&)*( cats piddling and crapping everywhere.

sj - did the PT set goals when you started there? When i was in PT (for an injury, so not expected to be long term) we set a goal of being able to walk x amount of time in x shoes without pain - there were a few variables - and having specific range of motions available before they would sign off on me. You should be able to point out that your goals have NOT been met, and therefore more sessions are clearly needed. Sometimes the bean counters want to check off a patient just to check them off and feel like progress has been made when in fact it hasn't. Get your PCP to write a new referral, if necessary, with objective goals (lifting x amount of pounds without assistance...being able to balance on x for x amt of time...)

erin, if she did write specific goals, she did not share them with me. My goals were more practical being able to work, being able to carry my own groceries in the house without having to wait for TCG to get home and do it, being able to climb stairs without wishing I was dead, etc.

Damn, smonster, I've been meaning to congratulate on the whole St Woot thing, so here's a happy YAY!!

DH had a bit of a health sacre today. Ever since he had the blood clot, they have been telling him he had to go see this specific hematologist. Since we belong to an HMO, it took, oh, forever to get a referral. He finally went today, and when he gets to the building, he notices it's an Oncology practice. Not reassuring.

It turns out the doc is a hematologist who specializes in cancer but treats all blood issues. The DH has a fairly common mutation called "Leiden Factor 5" (which toally sounds like a SciFi show from the '70s). It means he has to watch out for, you guessed it, blood clots. The only real issue is that he has to get a blood thinner shot before any long flight, and should wear compression stockings every time he flies. Yay for a non-scary diagnosis.

Also, my husband is a mutant. I am married to an X-Man!