{{{Bonny and Bartleby}}}

ION:

My workplace wants me to pay over $600 to them for my medical insurance for October and November, as well as my life insurance, and short and log term disability. Oh, and I have no income, because the short-term disability people are still "investigating" if I had a pre-existing condition, so no $$.

Not sure where I can get a spare $600, unless a buyer comes along for the Grand Am, and soon.

So glad Bartleby is doing well,sorry about what you had to go through.

My day has sucked in a small way. Nosebleed last night interrupted my sleep, then had a really bad one this aftertoon. The nosebleed itself was no so bad - I know how to deal with it, though it is a bit tedious. But afterwords the bathroom looked like a horror movie. I had to clean blood off the mirror,three walls, the floor,and of course me. real PITA.

bonny, that is AWFUL. I would be seeing red, too.

Daniel, I am so sorry.

Daniel, I'm sorry about what you are going through. Can you tell your work place you will have to owe them for a few months? I don't quite understand: you have to pay THEM for your temporary disability.

And medical ma for Fred's DH.

{{bonny and Bartleby}} so sorry! I cant believe they screwed up like that. I would be rageface, too.

Ugh, Daniel, that is just...I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry. Hugs and ~ma just don't seem to cut it. I hope you can find a buyer for the car, or something.

I love reading about peoples' family history. Keep on, please.

Yes indeedy.

My great aunt Ginny was a master reweaver - that is, she repaired sweaters. Y'all, people used to repair sweaters. She made a living at it, IIRC.

Oh, bonny, how absolutely infuriating. I'd totally lose my shit.

Lots of ~ma for Hubs.

Maria, good on ya for kicking out that drunk asshole. My mind never ceases to boggle at Americans who think people with accents are dumb, yet don't know another language beyond "amigo" or "bonjour" (which they mostly butcher).

Today was mos def a dirty job day. I got extremely dirty THROUGH my t-shirt.

I repair sweaters. Vintage and antique clothes, quilts, cloth dolls and stuffed animals. Well, not as much since the hand troubles, but yeah. I miss doing it.

Fred, so much good health thought for Hubs.

And bonny, I'd be livid. And possibly litigious. It is so ragey-frustrating when you're communicating with supposedly rational human people who are supposed to know what they're doing. And then they get it wrong.

I'm currently working with a writer for whom English is a second language. She has a good grasp of conversational English, but when she's writing narrative her native conversational forms creep in. I can piece out what she's trying to say, but it needs to be rephrased before it's presented to a wider audience. Walking the line between being understood and retaining the personality and charm of the writer is difficult.

What a mess, Bonnie. I'm glad you're both home safe. The prevalence of this sort of thing is why the hospital gave me a Sharpie and told me to write Yes and No on my knees for one surgery and my breasts for another.