For some reason, a minor pharmacy screw up and a lack of communication with doctors sent me over the edge. Also, I had a brain MRI this morning and I'm terrified of the results.
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
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Ginger - May 03, 2012 8:50:45 am PDT #12611 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Toddson - May 03, 2012 8:53:35 am PDT #12612 of 30001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
A lot of the time, it's the little things that get you. Hoping for the best possible answer. And that the pharmacy and doctors get it straightened out.
Laura - May 03, 2012 8:54:02 am PDT #12613 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Oh Ginger, I hate that you have to go through any of this. Have you begun treatment, or do you have to endure a buch of tests first?
brenda m - May 03, 2012 8:57:24 am PDT #12614 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Oh man, Ginger. Thinking about you.
Strix - May 03, 2012 8:57:38 am PDT #12615 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Oh, Ginger.
In OMGWTFBBQ news, I just got a random, out of the blue "amends" phone call from a girl who tormented me in school, who wished to sincerely apologize for the way she treated me.
I forgave her (sincerely) but HOW WEIRD AND SYNCHRONISTIC is that?!
FWIW, I barely remembered her, because so many other people were so much meaner to me, but it was a very nice thing to do.
ETA: And yes, I had a drs' appointment on Monday. My BP has gone from 115/75 to 95/60 and I have lost 50 pounds since January 2011, so things are fine. I am on meds and doing yoga, so I think this down-swing is just something my brane does on occasion. I am working my way out of it.
brenda m - May 03, 2012 8:59:40 am PDT #12616 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
And Erin too. I have had days if not weeks when unloading the dishwasher was the only thing I could cling to.
omnis_audis - May 03, 2012 9:00:07 am PDT #12617 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Ginger! so many brackets for you too sorry your post hot while I was writing mine. Wow this board is moving fast today..
meara - May 03, 2012 9:01:36 am PDT #12618 of 30001
Oh Ginger--again, wish we all were closer and could help out. :(
Erin, that's bizarre! Did she know your number from some other time or what? But still, awesome feeling. I've had that sort of thing happen once or twice (well, once it was an ex, apologizing for being an ass, a few years later) and it feels pretty darn good. Even if the original thing still happened, at least I get to feel righteous?
Ginger - May 03, 2012 9:02:51 am PDT #12619 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Also, Erin and all of you who are suffering with things, never think, "My pain is not as bad as that person's pain, so I won't say anything." Pain is pain. I've never found my pain to be lessened by acknowledging that others' pain is worse. I think "I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet" is crap. You still need shoes.
Erin's post just resonated with me particularly, because I've done and felt similar things over the last year or so and didn't have her guts to face them head on.
Strix - May 03, 2012 9:03:37 am PDT #12620 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
My number is posted on my LinkedIn, and she talked about what an amazing, accomplished person I (seem) to have become, so universe is thwapping me upside the head with a cluestick today, which is all to the good.