I don't see God/ess as The Being Who Makes Good Things Happen, but more The Ultimate Shoulder to Cry On. S/he's got my back (but does occasionally delay the bus that extra two minutes that lets me catch it instead of having to wait an hour).

aw, smonster, you make me blush!

Ok, still haven't heard back from dr. This is not at all unreasonable, except that I will be damned if I let the sun set on me not having a script that works. I want my life back on track, dammit, and I wanted it Friday.

Bleargh.

lots of ~ma for Perkins

Ok, still haven't heard back from dr. This is not at all unreasonable, except that I will be damned if I let the sun set on me not having a script that works. I want my life back on track, dammit, and I wanted it Friday.

Call them back if you don't hear from them right after lunch. Seriously.

Still haven't heard back from them. Called at 11 and got voice mail. Then promptly broke down into a 45 minute sobfest.

This truly, truly bites.

~ma for Perkins, best outcome, skilled surgical hands, no details missed.

I believe in cats. Cats are good, even when they are puking up hairballs on a favorite shirt lazily left on the floor. I believe in ~ma, too. I also believe that what I used to believe, as a fundementalist Christian, well... my conclusion is, that God does not work like that.

Though I really kind of wish I hadn't found myself looking at surgical pictures just now.

Yeah, I made the mistake of watching YouTube videos of the procedure I get to have done on my boob. Even without sound, erg.

~ma for you, Perkins!

Pix/ND: I'm appalled they missed a 7mm gall stone, but SOooooo relieved it's now out and gone.

Call them back if you don't hear from them right after lunch. Seriously.

Still haven't heard back from them. Called at 11 and got voice mail.

Keep calling. This is an emergency. You are not being unreasonable.

(ps yer cute when you blush ijs)

Thank you all so much for the ~ma. I spent the weekend in a cold medicine haze, briefly surfacing to go to the grocery with Calli. If I appear functional today at work, it's due entirely to pharmaceuticals. Beware when they wear off!

My sister-in-law's father passed away Sunday morning. My brother said that they are probably going to have to knock him completely out for the radiation, but he's totally up for that. Turns out the anxiety attacks are a physical symptom of the brain tumor, along with the speech problems, etc., and consequently, are very difficult to treat.

I'm still not sure when a good time to go up to NY will be. I'm thinking that I may want to let things settle a bit, and see how he's feeling after a few weeks of treatment. As my boss reminded me, I'm not going up there to fall into a caretaker role like I fell into with both of my parents (not that my brother and SiL would ever tolerate that from me in a million years). I'm just going up to visit, and to be there.

Loads and loads of ~ma to Perkins.

I'm so glad that there is good news in PixDesigns Land! You really, really deserve it.

Erin, I hope you get your Ambien soon. I wish that I still had the bottle of Ambien I got from my doctor three years ago when I was having trouble with insomnia, because it did nothing for me, and I'd totally send it to you. Except that it would surely be expired by now.

amyth, sending good thoughts for you and your family.