~ma for Drew.

I'm reading some more of the housekeeping book. It recommends using the long brush attachment to vacuum your walls and ceilings at least twice a year. I see the point of cleaning baseboards, but cleaning ceilings? The only thing I can really think of that could be up there is spider webs.

Pix, I'm so glad you checked in. I've been worried.

It's dilaudid, and it's amazing shit. Just don't ever go into the ER and ask for it, 'cause they'll think you're a drug seeker. I hope they get it figured out soon. Ugh.

I hope Drew can get a solid diagnosis and fix soon. Bowel obstructions are not good (and if it is that, why the fuck didn't they figure it out last time?)

Our (built 1922) house gets mad spiderwebs. We definitely need to dust or vaccuum ceilings and fans and window frames behind the blinds pretty regularly. I also vaccumm the rugs once a week, and they could stand it more often, but then I have small children whom I allow to eat crackers in the living room. I do not mop nearly often enough; my wood floors are disgusting.

I'm so glad Drew has you and a team of good doctors, Kristin, but oh how terrifying. And it's awful to see someone you love in pain and be unable to do anything but be present (which is no small thing itself, but if you love them, you want to fix it). This has gone on for much too long. I'm vibing hard that they get it right this time.

Thanks everyone. It doesn't help that I stayed up until 2:45 to finishing Mockingjay and therefore haven't slept yet.

P-C, I meant to say earlier that my heart goes out to you and your brother. I can't even fathom being in your situation.

And (it felt like it needed a separate post), ugh, P-C, what a nightmare. And now I'm worried about your sister and how she's doing. You and your brother are out in the world and have easy access to each other for mutual support; he's got his girlfriend and her parents; you have a billion on and offline friends who have your back. Your sister's still living with her parents, and they probably have a fair amount of control over how much she communicates with you and your brother. As brutal as these phone calls are for you guys, I can't imagine what it's like for her to be a kid, living with them 24/7 while they're so wound up and furious.

~Ma to all of you. I wish your parents had even a tiny inkling of just how inadvertently spectacular a job they've done of bringing some deeply splendid human beings into the world. I wish they weren't so angry and threatened and terrified to let themselves actually know you. And I wish they'd leave you in peace for a bit.

Pix and Drew, I hope they've figured out what the problem is and can fix it.

Ew ew ew. I was cleaning my kitchen cabinets, and I found a bunch of rodent droppings at the back. Ew. Just took all of my stuff out of that cabinet. I guess I should email my landlord?

Much ma to amyth and Trudy and anyone else who needs it for themselves or their family members.

Pix and ND, I hope they can resolve the bowel obstruction thing soon. I'm with flea: that's scary, and nothing to mess around with. I wish that they had caught that last time. I'm so sorry that he's in so much pain (but at least getting some good drugs, now) and sorry that you are having to see him go through this (and have a sleepless night on top of it.

Trudy, I wish that I could be in NYC, for my brother, my SiL, my nephew, and so that we could get a drink near the hospital or something. Much ~ma to you and your family.

May Tuesday be a good day for us all.

ETA: Oh, Trudy, I forgot you were in FL right now. ::smacks forehead:: Well, the ~ma and thoughts are extended to you and yours all the same. Hopefully, Sloan-Kettering will be covered in a protective coating of powerful Buffista ~ma of Tuesday.