Nah, all those letters to Sully seem less angry than mine did. I'm glad I wasn't the only one pinged by, "women shouldn't do things that men can do if it makes men feel uncomfortable."
'Shells'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Allyson, why are you going to my doctors? That's not a good idea.
There was a cricket in the basement. Was, because Loki, in the 2 minutes it took to take out the recycling, found it and brought it (and several cobwebs) upstairs. Thaaaaanks, cat. I guess I'll just let him play with it. He likes is almost as much as his battered toy mice.
Allyson, I'm sorry. They gave my brother liquid lidocaine to drink when he had the bleeding ulcers. Tasted like ass, but helped. But that may be a different kind of pain.
Only time my first name has ever been nicked was abroad, due to grammatical declensions. One version morphed into Sarge, which you can imagine I just loved. Oh, and there was Stella, but I still have no idea how that came about.
Allyson, what is the diagnosis, IBS alone? I think it's time for a gastroenterologist, or just a new doctor or second opinion in general.
So the Twitter drama in Halifax today is a guy desperately tweeting for help to get a cat off a roof that been stuck for days. (It's not even his cat.) Neither, animal control nor the fire dept. would help. I guess some roofer is up there now, in the dark and has finally got the kitty.
I got whipped cream on my smoothie today, and my stomach is much happier. Don't know about my arteries, though.
Took a near-complete break from the project from hell today. I am going to pay for that tomorrow. Yikes. But I had to. Yesterday ate me starting from my bottom.
Animal control nor the fire dept. would help.
Really? I always wanted to see a firefighter getting a cat out of a tree or whatever.
The fire dept guy said "You've never seen a cat skeleton on a roof, he'll find his own way down." And I guess someone else tried calling the city the day before. The cat has been named Bonehead, after a local barbecue restaurant who arranged for a guy in a cherry picker to try to rescue the cat earlier in the day. Unfortunately, the cherry picker couldn't reach the cat because of the power lines.
It's just IBS. They did an MRI and didn't find anything out of the ordinary. I thought it was odd to lose so much weight (I'm down 22lbs since I was diagnosed) but an internet search found that it's pretty common to drop it. I haven't been careful enough with my eating. When I'm in this much pain, it's hard to focus and I feel strange, like I'm about to nod off. It's weird, the only way I can describe it is angry hornets inside my stomach. My stomach bloats and feels tender. I'm sure, oddly enough, that I'm healthier in a lot of ways because of the weight loss. Despite the pain.
Timelies all!
Had a teacher in high school who called me "Sherry". (This usually led to me being serenaded with either "Oh, Sherry" or "Sherry Baby") She's the only one who did that, thankfully.