No. Sorry, don't get the reference...

It's from debg's book "Dark's Tale" about a stray cat in Golden Gate Park.

Aw bloody hell, I forgot to remind R to take her Monday Pill tomorrow morning.

(She needs to take it and then not eat for half an hour)

I'm sticking a big sign on the door to the kitchen in case she wakes up early. She never DOES, but you just KNOW this would be the day that would happen.

It's from debg's book "Dark's Tale" about a stray cat in Golden Gate Park.

oooh. Must read!

Go you, Sean. 100 push ups is A LOT of push ups in my universe.

You know what I suck at? Pull ups. I can do like... uh... none usually. But my stretch teacher has us do inclined pull ups--you keep your feet on the ground and lean backwards so you are doing the pull ups from an inclined angle instead of straight up. And suddenly Magic Presto! I can do a whole set!

100 push ups is A LOT of push ups in my universe.

It's A LOT in mine too!

You know what I suck at? Pull ups. I can do like... uh... none usually.

Me too! Though it's a very tough exercise. The related calisthenics pages for one hundred push ups are two hundred sit ups, two hundred squats...

And twenty five or fifty pull ups.

Go Sean! It sounds like a helluva workout, one way or the other.

My new vinyasa yoga teacher is a sadistic SOB in a good way. He wraps up the vinyasa part of the practice with crunches. Lots of crunches. With both legs down, then one leg up in the air, then both legs up and gradually coming down. I don't even count them, because I think I'd scare myself out of doing them.

I will have abs of steel before this is all done with.

Ah yes, exercise. I should be getting it, but I can't go to the pool until I've got a PA here (currently in the recruiting process). Thinking of trying the university gym. I could probably use the rowing machine and a few other upper body ones without it hurting me too much.

Zenkitty, your strays sound adorable (in a feral way).

New doctor today (oh joy, oh rapture). Looking through boxes for printer to print out medical history - saves a whole lot of questions. Then I'm popping over to uni to see what they have on offer at the freshers' fair. There's usually free kitchen stuff. Sometimes spatulas.

Hahaha! I often have that Penzance "Oh joy! Oh rapture!" sarcastically going through my head as well. I hope the doctor's visit goes well, Seska.

That reminds me, I need to schedule a physical with new doctor.

That didn't go very well. She blithely gave me all my medication (including sleep meds!) without question. Then I asked, in passing, about when the flu shots would be starting at the practice. She informed me that I am not eligible. The Girl, as my carer, is eligible - but I get to be so sick I can't move for at least a couple of months, because the government (which is shouting more and more loudly about how disabled people must WORK) won't pay for my flu shot. (Other doctors' practices I've attended, where they have given it to me, have apparently been acting against Department of Health policy.) I exploded, burst into tears, then told her it was a nutsy policy that didn't make any sense and was completely unjust and contradictory, and that I was sick of the government putting carers first because they save them money, and then started storming out. She informed me that I had to calm down and did an ineffectual job at helping with this. (Apparently she hadn't read the bit in my medical history about anxiety and doctor phobia - that or she thinks 'calm down' is a good response to these problems.)

Ooh, I'm so angry. I'm going to write to my MP. It will do no good, but I'll have said something at least.

On the plus side, I have sleep medication.