OK. Everything we own is in a box somewhere. I hope we find it again. And that I can persuade the movers not to take things that are staying in the flat. And that I can find our storage facility on the way. And that I can find Nottingham. Otherwise, it's all good!
Yay for finding Drew's gallstone, and much health-and-recovery~ma.
Congrats to Teppy's brother!
I hope you get the medication you need really soon, Erin.
I am not so much drug-seeking as I am precision and effectiveness seeking. The devil I know, works, simply put.
I hate how doctors do this. While I get the reasons, it's so irritating when you're reliant on the med in question for actual medical reasons. I'm still trying to find a reliable, reasonable way of getting my zopiclone (sleep med similar to Ambien, I think) prescribed. Every single time, I have to fight for it. I've taken to writing out a very long list of everything else I've tried, together with the reasons why each one failed. (These are toned down versions of what I want to write, such as "This one gives me tachycardia and I like my heart not exploding" and "No, you cannot prescribe benzodiazepines to someone with EDS - do you want all my joints to fall out of their sockets and for the NHS to have to pay for them to be put back in?" But one day I'm going to get so snarky that I just start saying these things.) ETA: I'm aware that there are wonderful, incredible and awesome doctors out there, including those who do not do this, and I am always very happy to meet them and grateful to them.
It's International Talk Like a Pirate Day!
A minister friend of mine was threatening to do his Sunday service in Pirate-speak today. Complete with "Arrrrr Father."
Avast me 'earties. I'm having oatmeal (slow cooked, with the raisins in) for breakfast and I didn't even think about it until I was cooking the oats that I'm planning to have an oatmeal bath later on. I'll be the oatiest girl I know. I better stay away from horses for a couple days.
forgot to take pictures last night too. or this morning I'm like that I tke a million pictures or no pictures
glad to here everything is found now. and i hope it was just an IRS screw up
Thankfully I can say I have had amazing medical care this month.
I went to a coworker's spa party this afternoon. I feel a little bit bad that I didn't actually buy anything. But the one product I would have wanted to buy was $18, and ... I can make something just as good for vastly less. I had a hard time not saying that out loud.
Yay for getting gallstone removed.
I finished grading. I should work a bit on notes for this week's classes, but I don't wanna. I've got tomorrow planned, and so I can procrastinate on the rest of the week.
Holy moly, I'm relieved that the root of the problem has been uncovered and resolved! Now just hopefully the IRS situation will work out OK.
Sigh. I was away this weekend and Tom went to our favorite local beer bar here by himself- he had a couple of beers with some guys there (which is hard for him in the first place) and as he was leaving, he heard one of them say, "I dunno his name, I just think of him as whathisname." Another said, "I know what his wife's name is - Nora." So this has really set him back in social confidence, these were folks he thought he was becoming buddies with.
Ugh.
Oh, dear. As a person who is severely name impaired, I might have said the same thing, and it wouldn't have meant anything in terms of what I thought of someone.
Yeah, I really liked one of the people I met at dinner last night, but my brain wouldn't accept her face and name matching so I referred to her as "Graham's wife" all night. Please tell Tom not to worry!!
