I also ordered these from Zenni as sunglasses: [link] They are way pricier than I usually pay for prescription glasses, but I love them!
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
She tells on Noah all the time. It's her favorite phrase!
Also, Happy Fun Ball which we also have taught her.
Hand in fist to forehead? If you make your hand into an o shape and hit your forehead than you are signing asshole.
She's going to need chemo. That degree of best/worst case scenario has been determined. Still don't know about radiation. I'm going to do my best to not flip the fuck out between now and the next time I see her, in the next 24 hours, but it's not going to be easy.
I better turn on the work computer and send that work email before I get even more distracted and more hysterical.
I want to focus on the little things, like the car rental people who didn't charge me extra for the empty tank, and who flirted with me all the way back to my house, or the nurse that calls me "My love" or OR FUCK MY MOTHER HAS CANCER.
I don't really want to deal right now, not even a little. They don't make the drugs or the therapy or the hugs or anything for what I need right now, and that's just me! Imagine what *she* needs right now. I don't know what to do.
If you make your hand into an o shape and hit your forehead than you are signing asshole.
Huh, it was similar to that but there was definitely a touching of the ass involved. We were all pretty tipsy by that point in the evening though.
I don't know if you can think about what you need to do, ita, beyond just doing it. Going moment to moment because the big picture is too big and scary is sometimes the only way to make it through. The only way I've made it through some of the worst medical shit is to remember that this moment and then this moment and then this moment etc are all I need to handle.
I don't have any skill at all in dealing with a sick parent, so grain of salt the advice.
I didn't even want to walk to the bathroom at 39 weeks. More power to the marathoner, man.
I don't really want to deal right now, not even a little.
Hang in there, lady. Deep breaths.
I don't know what to do.
You don't need to know. Sometimes you just have to keep moving forward. I'm glad you are able to go home.
And, really, you can flip out. It's some scary shit!
It's funny that the signing times dvds don't teach you mean things, like dumb or idiot. I should go look those up.
Grace won a sportsmanship award for soccer. Um? really? She pukes when she gets mad and doesn't want to play? That does not seem like good sportsmanship.
Oh, ita. Much love for you. I'd even hug you if in proximity. Or encourage you to flip out on me.
Sometimes, you just are. In the moment, no matter how bad it is.