lots of no~cancer~ma for Typo!
It's easy to pay my rent, write the check, shove it in a envelope, walk around to the front of the house, put it in the box.
Of course I still forgot to do that for 3 days in Feb.
I really like my current psychiatrist and therapist. I lucked out because my psychiatrist did ask me some questions (it was an hour and half long intake) but it's at the same offices as my therapist so he could read the notes.
Plus he said I seemed to be very aware of my illness and my needs.
Unfortunately I think I'm going to need a new therapist. I haven't seen her in a month (I guess) and I called to see if I could set up a standing monthly appointment, but from her voice mail it seems like her hours at that office are very restricted.
And in order to keep the shrink I have to see a therapist in that clinic.
Much no-cancer ~ma to you, Typo.
Oh, Gar, plenty of -ma. Somehow I missed that.
To give some positive energy to the board, a couple of my friends are nominated for Tony's this year. One is an actor in Porgy & Bess, while he isn't nominated, the show is for best revival of a musical. Then a couple lighting designers, and of course Sound Designers. And lastly, the big show I worked on in Texas (Give It Up) was renamed Lysistrata Jones, and it's nominated for best book a musical. Woot.
No-cancer ~ma, Typo, lots and lots of it.
tons tons tons of no cancer 'ma. seriously.
Sending lots of no~cancer~ma your way, TB.
Shiny, o-a! Nice to see positive recognition for efforts.
Typing in ouchy mode today again. I was super happy yesterday when I saw my foot for the first time. The nurse was delighted with the healing and it looked much better than I anticipated. Still super painful, but the pain meds were keeping it tolerable and I was a force on wheels around the house.
Was being the key word. At 5am either my phone made some noise or I dreamt it did and I popped on my rolly chair to scoot across the room where I had it charging. When I reached out get the phone the stool slid out from under me and I crashed on my tailbone. My instinct somehow kicked in and I managed to not bang my foot, but my tail and other leg HURT.
Today, not a fun day. So much for cutting back on pain killers.
Oh, Laura, damn. That really bites. I hope you didn't do any damage to your tailbone.
Beer and pizza with bosses. Tipsy, la la la.
So, my boss told me to show up at 7:30 am the first day. I've been showing up at 7:30 am (ok, shortly therafter) for the last two weeks or so. Turns out, they start work at 7 am! Nobody said anything to me, WTF. But now I know, and now I'm going to have to get up at, like, 5:45 am. Shee-it.
Tons of no-cancer~ma, Typo.
{{{Laura}}} Feel better.
The farmer's market in my new town is awesome! I didn't buy too much today because I still don't have all of my kitchen stuff unpacked. But I did get some lettuce, delicious garlicky goat cheese, and a dozen eggs.
