Smonster, stay flounced! That is an order.
{{{Ginger}}}
Scrappy, ~ma for your mother.
Hugs and ~ma for anyone I missed.
My uncle is having surgery to repair his collapsed lung tomorrow. It's been several weeks now, so the doctors have finally given up on the idea that it would repair itself. And my grandfather has a bad infection in his foot. It's probably not a big deal, but he is 85, so I worry.
is that an euphemism for something?
I got into an argument on the internet. I walked away. It's hard to stay away, even though I'm having a grand old vaguebooking time of it on my fb page.
Smonster, stay flounced! That is an order.
Yes'm.
Lots of healing~ma for your grandfather and your uncle, sj.
Stay flounced, but keep vaguebooking, because your vaguebooking is better than the argument could ever have been!
Oh, hi, apparently I'm that passive-aggressively snarky person the internet warned you about.
This is my new mantra:
Avoiding conversations with certain men is a rational conservation of a woman’s time–specifically, those men who refuse to acknowledge that her lived experience is valid simply because she’s lived it.
Dang, I closed the tab. It was from a comment thread at Thus Spake Zuska.
Ginger, maybe you could put finger cots on your toes and keep things reined in a little? Or those only-self-adhering tapes? I know both come in latex and non-latex forms.
The last thing you need right now is stupid toe torture.
That could work, although I'd be afraid of snagging the nail. My feet are swollen and have blisters, too, so the pain from the toes is fairly minor. The toenails are just gross and weird. Cold is supposed to help, but I find it hard to work up any enthusiasm for icing my feet.
Yeah, I was about to say, Ginger, one of the things they recommend is cooling your hands and feet during chemo.
CLEARLY you need a cabana boy. A cabana boy with enthusiasm for icing your feet.
Frankly, an cabana boy worth his salt rimmed glass is going to have enthusiasm for icing you where ever you want.