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.

DRUNKEN OWL! That made my week.

I am sitting in the spinach, feta and olives corner. Sadly, D depsises olives, which was almost a deal-breaker, until I realized that all the olives can be mine!

I slept in later today than I have slept in in a LONG time -- 11 am. I guess I am still sleeping off the flu I had.

KC got between 5 and 10" last night -- it looks like about 7" at our house. I wonder if we'll have yet another snow day tomorrow -- reports are that side streets won't be touched till tomorrow AM, since the crews are so busy working on main arteries.

Oh, Amyth, I am so sorry. All of this at once is such a heavy slog for you. You are getting through it, which is the best that you CAN do, really. I wish strength and whatever comfort you can find each day.

{{amyth}} Your brain is protecting you right now. Trust it to know how much you can handle, because that is a serious amount of shit to process.

amyth, I am so sorry about all of that.

Oh, amy, that's so much. Yeah, dissociation is not entirely a bad thing right at this moment. Thanks for the update.

{{{amyth}}} you are having such a tough time, right now. I think Sail is right, about your brain. Right time, peaceful passing~ma for your dog. I wish I could wrap you up in a blanket made of love and comfort.