Updated in Beep Me.

Pix, vibing for shortest-possible-stayness for the two of you. At least there's depressed bison to keep you company?

Jars, heh. Hopefully we will be out of this ER room (which, for those not on my facebook, is a repurposed pedes room with really sad looking animals painted on the walls) and in a real room in a few hours.

Health~ma continued your way, PixDesigns.
 
And Shir, I don`t know if it`s any help to you, but I am a person who does believe, deeply, and I spend a lot of my time angry. I don`t find it negates my faith. I realize this comes out of the Christian not Jewish tradtition, but it says "in your anger do not sin," and while there`s lots of stuff in our shared tradtitions about being "slow to anger, abounding in love," to me it seems to recognize the condition of anger as part of the human condition, something to recognize and address, but not something to reject entirely. This is an unjust world, and there is a lot to be angry about. I figure God can take it; that it`s nothing he hasn`t seen before.
 
Which is not to say that there`s not very unhealthy levels of anger we can reach, and that I flirt/struggle with constantly. But that I don`t think faith and anger are necessarily diametrically opposed.
 
Whew. That`s a lot more talking about religion than I usually permit myself online; hope you guys are all okay with me flapping my gums.

Barb, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be insensitive.

Short stay-ma for Drew.

Oh amyth, I'm so sorry. Much love and coping-ma to you and your family.

amyth, my thoughts are with you and yours.

And lo, the year 2010 was a total assing cockmunch of a bumgrape. Punch it in the face.

Thanks Pix, and right back atcha to you and Drew.

I just took some cold medicine, so I'm not going to have much energy to catch up on the threads. hugs and ~ma to all you lovely folks who need it, and Happy Birthday, erika.

ETA: and Jars, and all who come after, as the cold med coma is about to set in.

But I still want to inflict them with a bad case of bedbug-infested poison ivy with a side order of crotch-rot, for bringing their filth here. *nods*

Oh, honey, no. Don't worry. It honestly did not affect me in the slightest. I still just shake my head over it with a wry sort of wonder at the continuing WTF-ery that is my mother's life. I mean, now she's shaped this into some big tragic yet ultimately romantic story and wants me to play along and I refuse. I sympathize that she experienced a genuine loss, but it had nothing to do with me.

Barb, I've been meaning to add my WTFness to everyone else's at both crazy suing lady and your mom. Seriously?

Drew is having an ERCP this afternoon. It needs to happen, though it's a little risky. Please send make-it-better-not-worse vibes our way.