Ginger, thinking of you. And always glad to see your pixels.

OK, time to prepare for a day of NOLA drinking and debauchery.

(OK, that post seemed callous and strange. I was typing on the phone and maybe have a wee hangover.)

Seriously, though, I do wish we were closer and I do think of you all the time. I hope things get easier for you- and I second Burrell's suggestion of maybe seeing if your pain medication can be adjusted to give you some relief. I'm grateful that you felt OK to share what's going on with you. Thank you.

thank you for checking in Ginger!

two thumbs up for drunkenness and a mild thumbs down for hangovers.

Sounds like the Vortex bday went smashed...I mean, smashingly!

My house is mostly clean, thanks to ER cleaning because of houseguests, but I hope to get a little more done, especially OUTSIDE DISASTER ACK next week and weekend.

One thing I learned reading submissions for a disability magazine is that some people don't give a shit about being boring. They think their struggle is inherently interesting.

That's a good point, erika, I might use that as a starting point for something I want to write.

One thing I learned reading submissions for a disability magazine is that some people don't give a shit about being boring.

I do not like being boring or being bored.

They're cutting and chipping trees across the street. It's like being in a giant blender.

Aw, Ginger. That's so shitty. Adding wood chippers to that is just mean.

Is driving an hour just to get a sandwich and then drive home an hour crazy or is that just my RI mindset?

I once drove to Buffalo to get wings. So I can say with authority, yes, crazy.

I'm planning to drive up to Valdosta, GA on my day off tomorrow to visit a friend and check out a theme park I've never been to. It's about 3.5 hours each way.

Ok - the mental health bureacracy is crazy making and stupid and should be easier to assist people who need the effing help without making it so impossible tha tit feels like the only option is checking oneself into the hospital for three days.

Part of it is U of M's fault. They built this huge mental health compound and every shrink in the area is affiliated with it. OR they are in private practice and don't take insurance and charge $250/hour. And at this point, they are scheduling 14-16 weeks out.

My health insurance is no help - every number they give me reaches people that are not taking new patients or have similar scheduling issues as U of M.

I can get into the shrink at my university, but the health office that schedules the apoointments is closed until Monday.

I'm also hoping that my mom will be able to pull some strings with her shrink and get me in to him sooner rather than later given he knows her history and will take her word for it on mine to a degree enough that I can get in quickly.

So damned frustrated. It took WEEKS of saving spoons to get me to the point that I could call - despite pushing from my therapist. It shouldn't be this hard.

{{{Aims}}} I hate how frustrating the whole process is. I've been there sitting on the floor crying on the phone just trying to get through to someone who can help. It really shouldn't be like that.

wrod. I completely forgot...my cousin is marrying into the Crowder clan tomorrow...seriously, the fiance does look like Chinless!Walton Goggins...to the point that I'm looking at the photo, like, "Do I know this guy or what?" while my mom is all "Sunrise, Sunset" about how my aunt looked like that when she met my dad and so forth, but one day I was watching "Justified" and the resemblance clicked.(Boyd's more attractive.)