I HAVE given DH the jacket, and he looks awesome in it! I told him I need to take pix and post, because...well, BECAUSE.
Guys, I WANT to type more, because I Have Stuff to talk about, and I want to communicate about Your Stuff, but it is taking me forever to type, so forgive laconicness. My right hand has pretty much been numb for 3 weeks and my constant right arm pain and stomach excruciating pain attacks are 99% pos...GALLBLADDER attacks! Of which I have had 4 multihour attacks since this summer.
So...I pretty much am going to have an organ sucked out soon. Which is DELIGHTFUL on top of everything else, since I haven't even, yanno, started therapy yet. And can't work. And we're broke. And am phasing off Xanax and Ambien.
Life challenges, let me show you them
So, I am terse in my keyboard responses, but know in my head, I am all full of feels and sympathy y'all.
Poor doggies and kitty and people = a lot more words in ma head.
Hugs to you, Strix. That's a lot on your plate.
{{{Strix}}}. That is a lot.
Hugs Strix.
So, I am terse in my keyboard responses, but know in my head, I am all full of feels and sympathy y'all.
We should come up with a code. But not emoticons. Ummmm, ~ma would cover everyone who needs it. Yes, would be a lengthly agreement with whatever is being discussed. Ummmm, ok, I suck at codes.
Thanks, all!
Hee, Suzi! I am a total blabbermouth (via keyboard) so not being able to do more than a hunt'n'peck is KILLING. Plus, TYPOS. ARGHH. AGONY.
What sj said.
Strix, that is so, so much.
My optimism says that having the offending organ vacuumed out will improve a lot of things for you. May it be so.
Oh, I am down with the organ removal! I have high, high pain tolerance (thanks, Former Uterus!) and those attacks left me whimpering, groaning and howling like a dog, and I'm not a pain verbalizer: worst pain ever. Thought I was having a heart attack, maybe, the 2nd time.
It IS a lot, and I am PISSED. When I am not prostrate with depressive ennui.
You're down a couple of organs now!
I know! I wish someone would PAY for the damn things, instead of vice versa.
I mean, dude...I'm sure they could be fixed up and given to someone who WANTS them. Like a secondhand car. Other than all the, uh, health problems, I am...really healthy? My BP is STELLAR, given my love of all things salt lick. And my heart could be a Valentine's Day cover model.