Part of it, for me, is that my usual support network has been having an extra-shittastic time of it the last several months, and as a lot of them are HERE, I like the freedom of saying, "FPC. IF YOU FEEL GUILTY BECAUSE YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SHIT GOING ON, I WILL HOGTIE YOU AND DRAG YOU TO A GUILT-REMOVAL FACTORY, OH YES!"
So it's multiuse. I mean, I'm of the age now, and my extended family is of the age, where there are going to be duck nibbles daily. And I want to vent, or primal scream, without people feeling like they need to do much more than agree that, yep, that duck bite was NOT what I needed on a Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday/Whateverday.
And next time I have a nosebleed or am worn out because everything I like to do in the world hurts due to various minor medical conditions I just won't mention it.
I think this is pretty obviously the opposite of what we all want. The point people are making, as I see it, is that it would be great if we could talk about our problems without feeling the need to apologize for them or to compare them to others. Our problems are our problems, and they are legit and worth talking about, no matter how big or small.
I have nowhere near enough energy to figure out any kind of opinion on the FPC.
I heard back from another doctor who's covering for my doctor, and she wants me to come in tomorrow for a chest x-ray.
"FPC. IF YOU FEEL GUILTY BECAUSE YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SHIT GOING ON, I WILL HOGTIE YOU AND DRAG YOU TO A GUILT-REMOVAL FACTORY, OH YES!"
I have no idea who you might be talking about. Nope.
someone is right on the intenet and it's us, about you.
I love you people.
Oh, and Dad said to say hi to the invisible Buffista people.
Jilli, I'm willing to have duck for Christmas this year if it helps any.
Actual phone call with Dad last week:
Me, answering the phone: Hi! I was going to call you tonight! I'm sorry I haven't called recently.
Dad: Jillian, unlike your mother, I know you still love me even if you don't call home every day. You're busy having a life, I'm busy having a life. We check in when we can.
Me: ... okay?
Dad: So, (mutual friend) thumped me on the head and pointed out that I probably hadn't told you ...
Me: Whaaaaat?
Dad: You know that friend/coworker of (mutual friend) who was in a really bad living situation? She's now living in the spare room. I had the space, extra money is helpful, and she's very nice.
Me: ... Nope. You hadn't mentioned that to me at all. Huh. Well, yay rooommate?
Hi, Dad!
I just went to call in refills for all four of Kittenish's meds and they are ALL refillable until 11/5. I AM A SUCCESSFUL ADULT!
