Aaand my regular doctor just emailed me (she was busy today, so I saw her co-practitioner). It's a known symptom of Flagyl, and once I'm off the stuff, it'll go away. Tho' I made the mistake of googling the name she told me ( "hairy tongue" ), and I mildly squicked myself.

ION, oh how I love Written? Kitten!. Yes, give me cute kitten pictures as a reward for writing. It's not quite what I want (why can't the magical writing fairies give me, oh, new Fluevogs for each new section I write?), but it is extra motivation.

I know you understand the fear that's always ready to jump out.

You're right. Unfortunately we both understand it all too well.

Sean, that sucks. I'm glad you won't have to see her after this weekend. Makes it a tad easier to handle crappy situations when there is an end in sight.

brenda, you deserve a nice, adult beverage this evening. Hope you got one.

Jilli, yay to no thrush! But, the name of it is just gross.

So, my vet sent a sympathy card that had a poem in it that I know they meant in a sympathetic and kind way, but it totally sent me over the edge. Stupid poem. Couldn't even read the whole damn thing and not sure if I ever will.

ChiKat, I got a card like that for Petri. It's like being ambushed with emotion.

I bet I got the same pamphlet, at least twice. It's...less than helpful.

Ugh ChiKat. I remember getting a card like that, didn't want it, not from the vet. I'm not close to my vet like that.

It's like being ambushed with emotion

Exactly. I mean, I totally realize that A) they were trying to be kind and 2) my emotional state is extremely fragile right now, but dear god. I do finally feel like I can breathe without having to force air into my lungs, but I still find myself crying several times a day on my own. I don't need any help with that.

Yes, he was your son, but he was my husband. You don't have the monopoly on his wordly possessions, or the final say.

Oh, {{Maria}}. Wise words. I'm holding you in my thoughts.

Sean, I'm sorry about that person. {ChiKat}, sorry about the awful card.

askye, the drama sounds bad, but work without that woman sounds better.

On My List: post-doc people who are confusing between correlation and causation in a project we're involved in. (Dude: you're teaching this in three different classes, from three different perspectives. You're honestly telling me you can't realize what you just said in your email?).

mearaing:

Obersturmmalawachführer

Love this.

Messing with Nazi ranks is something quite common among feminazis here. Or, well, just with me and my friends. There's one friend I nicknamed Obersturmsweetheartführer. Another is Reichsführerbabe. (warning: that's what gazillions of hours of holocaust indoctrination might do to one. Also, no porn intended).

Which reminds me. I saw a kitler this week. Her owners taught her to raise her front paw to the order of sieg heil. That kept me occupied for 20 minutes.

Trying to stay present in bitches. Fell a few days behind there. Been a bit stressful, but last night I saw the dance concert, and somehow it pushed the reset button on my stress levels. Most unusual. Never had that before. But I'll take it!! Thank you arts!

{{{ Maria }}} lots of wise words have been said, so I'll just nod and agree. You are in my thoughts.

Health~ma to all that needs it.

There was more, but I'm too tired to recall it all.

Well, pants.

I was planning on doing the 2-hour drive to go to the memorial for someone from my Fort Wayne church, but my knees are still achy (I was hoping that they'd get over it overnight), so it's probably not a good idea.