Australia, what is the deal? Sharks in the STREETS.

"Candygram!"

I know a chiropractor, and once he felt the back of my head and told me I have digestion problems. But then he did some magic on my neck that felt great! No change in my stomach, though.

My brother claims that his chiropractor fixed his years-long acid reflux problem. I have no reason to disbelieve him, but I still think that makes him a BIG anomaly.

Until I had Greek food, I thought I hated spinach. I like it when they make it...I probably wouldn't eat it cooked by itself, though. Salad greens are different.

I refuse to believe David Oyelowo is old enough to be playing a judge of any type. (No, I haven't watched The Good Wife yet this week.) He's still Danny from Spooks, who breaks my heart every time I think of him.

He's only 34. But the right facial hair does make him look a lot older.

He's so, so good. And not Tumbled anywhere near often enough.

My migraine doctor sent in my last prescription renewal for a great number of weeks. It was great.

Sadly, I'm curled up on the sofa, almost frozen with pain, and I need a refill authorisation. I've called and emailed, but it's been an hour and nothing back yet.

My brother claims that his chiropractor fixed his years-long acid reflux problem. I have no reason to disbelieve him, but I still think that makes him a BIG anomaly.

Add my Sis and her asthma to that list.

I think the systemic stuff happens to some degree (nerves are being wacky, body is lined up better, nerves less wacky) but its not something you can statistically count on.

Huh, well, in effort to get a smidgeon of excercise in despite the weather getting in the way of my favorite type (walking), I searched YouTube for belly dance and chi kung instructional videos. The belly dance ones made me feel really ungraceful because I couldn't keep up the movements when they sped up. I guess I'll stick with the chi kung.

ETA: ita, I hope you get relief soon.

Yikes, ita. Hope it comes through soon.

WindSparrow, I would think there would be good basic versions out there! Youtube is sometimes not the best search mechanism. I wonder if smonster would have a good rec for you?

Physiology is wacky.

ita, I hope you can get that authorization and some pain meds delivered.

I'm back on the treadmill after a long break. The re-entry was easier for tuning in to watch Supernatural while doing it.

"Candygram!"

Dammit! Teppy beat me to it.

ita, I hope you can get your meds soon.

My life has officially reached such depressing proportions that people don't know what to say to me anymore.

The wife of one of my temps (okay, I'll say it, my favorite temp) died night before last. She had been battling lung cancer for eight months, and it had metastasized to her brain. He had taken the past few weeks off to spend with her. She had just gone into hospice last week while I was out of town. The wake is tonight.

Meanwhile, my 15 1/2 year-old dog hasn't eaten anything except for a few bites since Saturday. She's been slowly fading over the past year--she's blind, has arthritis, Cushing's disease, is incontinent, on three medications, and has gone from 22 lbs. to 13 lbs. in the past year, but she has held on and even had moments of sprightliness. But the vet told me a few weeks ago that she was showing signs of kidney failure, and now she just seems to be winding down. She doesn't seem to be in pain, but all she does is sleep and drink and pee. Mostly sleep. I keep expecting to find her not breathing.

I was just telling my co-worker that I just hope that she doesn't die today, because I really don't want to miss E's wife's wake tonight, and she said, "I...don't know what to say to that."

Finally, I talked to my sister-in-law yesterday. As of yesterday, my brother has been in the hospital for 96 days, and has been in hospice for six weeks. He's been off the feeding tube since Christmas. My SIL, who has been at his bedside this whole time, still sobs every time I talk to her on the phone. I can't even cry anymore. Not for her, or my brother, or my dog, or anything. I'm just going about my day, working, doing trivial things, surfing the web, waiting to see what happens next.

I'd be worried about how dissociated I am about all this, but I'm too dissociated to give a shit.