yay for leftovers!!!!

The Joint - [link] Their bourbon pecan pie is TO DIE FOR.

Ah, erin_o, that sucks. Sounds like you have no great options.

I had a UTI turn into a kidney infection when I was at a conference in Phoenix once.

Luckily, I have a great relationship with my gyno, and she believed that it was a UTI gone kidney infection on my word, called in a small script for painkillers and antibios to a Phoenix Target as long as I SWORE I could come in and see her the second I got back in two days. Saved my ass.

I love doctors who believe that their patients aren't idiots, and that some actually mostly understand their own bodies.

ETA: BTW, I'd had UTI that turned into kidney infections twice with that gyno before, and was really specific about symptoms. She's a smart lady and is a good doctor -- this was an emergency thing, since she knew an OON visit would cost me much moola. LOVE HER. I wish there were 1000 of her, so she could be all Buffista gals' gyno.

erin, this is kind of wasteful if you don't have an infection, but could you go to the doc and get a prescription but only use it if you need to? Although do they know right away? Well, even if so, they could call it in to wherever you are?

Linked In discussions are so sad. I joined a Professionals with Disabilities one and it was tragic to watch people from Australia send resumes in for gigs in Ohio. And, to paraphrase my Congressional boyfriend Alan Grayson, if there's a platitude shortage, they'll have us covered. Sorry we made a Buffista sick. Kathy, ha!

Dream last night: riding a bicycle with no lights at night down the Santa Monica freeway to attend a timeshare presentation.

Conclusion: Dream me sometimes has extremely unsound judgement.

In my experience, I have only gotten rid of UTIs with antibiotics. Full stop, end of story, do not pass go, do not collect $200. I'd go get some before it gets worse.

Hello from Chippenham! It's The West of England. Saw many signs to Cardiff on the M4 on the way here from Heathrow. Heathrow did not kill us. This time. (I hate Heathrow.) We are driving the teeniest tiniest car, the Peugeot 107. Quite a change from the full sized Volvo we were cruising the back roads of the Kingdom of Fife, Scotland.

I am babbling about stupid stuff, 'cause real stuff is hard. Had dinner with Tom's dad, will be hanging out with him this weekend. In very nice news, he gave us cash to cover about half of the funeral expenses.

Time to sleep, though.

Sleep well, Nora. I'm glad travel is going fairly well, considering.

Babble away as needed, Nora. Wish there was something else I could do.

Uhhh, so I took a wee spending plan vacation. I'm watching the Heels play at a bar with other alums. I'm allowing myself bar food and two beers.

{{Nora}}

It's OK, smonster. It's the Carrier Classic! A brand new tradition.

I myself have had quite a few beers, but I'm at The Compound. A. and I were just discussing how we should watch more games at bars this season. Get out among the people.