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sj, I'm sorry. That's really hard. You have lots of photos, right? And stories your mom and you can share with TCG and friends? You don't need the house, really. Those photos and memories are really enough.
Erin, Yay!
meara, can you call and ask if your symptoms sound like you need to be seen?
Rock the hell ON, Erin!
sj, I'm sorry. That's really hard. You have lots of photos, right? And stories your mom and you can share with TCG and friends? You don't need the house, really. Those photos and memories are really enough.
Yeah, plus a shitload of stuff including furniture being moved to my own apartment on Saturday. It's just sad, and Mom didn't specify she wanted to take my grandmother's roses with her, so we're having to leave those behind. Plus it was halfway between Mom's other place and this place, which means Mom is twice as far away now, which just makes me feel lonely and sort of isolated here. I have good friends but no family close by and when the window breaking accident happened I couldn't get in touch with any of TCG's relatives to help. t /brain dump
meara, the signs of a secondary bacterial infection are generally a fever and thick yellow/green mucus. The latter is debated, but for me it's pretty reliable for bronchitis.
Hmm. My chest def hurts (as does my whole body and my stomach, for some reason). Especially if I try to breathe deeply. But it isn't a sharp pain like I pulled something or broke a rib.
Admittedly, I am the type of person who believes that you should go in only when you need to be physically hauled to the doctor, myself.
I have been told (repeatedly, even!) that this is a bad plan. Doesn't stop me from doing it.
I have been told (repeatedly, even!) that this is a bad plan. Doesn't stop me from doing it.
Doesn't stop you from pestering me to go to the doctor either. Hrmph.
Meara, that sounds to me like something that you should have a doctor look at. Could be bronchitis.
I'm really craving Ethiopian food. I should not start cooking anything that complicated this weekend -- this weekend, I need to rest.
Doesn't stop you from pestering me to go to the doctor either. Hrmph.
Oh, I think it's a GREAT idea for people other than me. I just always assume I'm just being whiny, and that I'm not really as ill as I feel.
(Why yes, Pete was the one who dragged me to the doctor last year for the various tests that gave me my diagnosis. Left to my own devices, I probably wouldn't have gone, and I'd be even more unwell now.)
I just always assume I'm just being whiny, and that I'm not really as ill as I feel.
Yeah, me too. It's why I check in with people more sane and reasonable than myself when I'm sick.