Aaaah!

One of the blogs I read through Google Reader just had a long image-filled post about car accidents. With lots and lots of photographs of injuries. t shudders

A doctor's mistake seems to have saved me $71. They sent me off with the wrong prescription, and the pharmacist noticed (this is not CVS--it's a non-franchise place that has the weird drugs I need) and sent me back. So even though I had to make an extra round trip and pay for parking again at the doctor's, I think the pharmacist felt bad for me and she found me a $75 off coupon.

It's not like I'm not going to get the pain meds, ever. But, hello. That makes a huge difference.

I have one more month to decide if the first nerve block took. I am already pretty sure it didn't, but I think I scared the doctors with how much pain I was in last time, and they aren't really looking forward to futzing with that again.

A month of acupuncture, and then they decide.

Dillo now resembles a boy, not a hobbit

And 100% cute.

Also -- I have had "Lydia the Tattooed Lady" stuck in my head for 2 days now. And occasionally "Happy Birthday" with potatoes.

Ugh, ita !. But yay for the coupon.

A friend's daughter used to make statements like this. Then mom told her that Walmart is where you go to pick out your new mom. That ended those threats but ever since, Walmart is referred to as the "New Mommy Store" in their household.

HILARITY.

I don't remember if I ever said "I hate you" to my parents. I do remember that my mom told me her love was conditional (the condition being heterosexuality). Then she only told me she loved me twice during the next two years, and I'm pretty sure it's because both times I was getting on a plane and therefore might die.

I don't think there's a cake for that, but I'm pretty sure it'd be rainbow cake.

ita, I've been wondering...if you want your parents' love to be conditional, is your love for them conditional?

I think I will cry when/if Shane says he hates me. FTR, I never said it to my parents and once when my brother did, I gave him a serious tongue lashing and he never did it again. ChildGC did not traffic with that. Interestingly, my Dad never said he hated his parents either - I know that because my Grandma used to tell people that of her seven children (!!!), he was the only one who never said he hated her. Aw.

Casper CRIED quietly while we took an inch off the back to even it up as we grow out last October's boy-short cut, good grief the drama in that child

Oh man, I wish that's how Ryan reacted to haircuts.

My mom was so insecure about not being my bio-mom I really couldn't say anything to her of a rebellious nature. But I thought it really loud. She was traumatically over-bonded to her mom and deathly afraid to express any rebellious or independence-seeking thoughts or emotions. Therefore she had no understanding that such thoughts or emotions were normal and natural. So if I "hated" her. Or wished I had another mom, it was because I didn't think she *was* my "real mom," not because I was having growing pains.

At the age where I was curious enough to search, she was so anxious and insecure about it, I didn't do it because it would have upset her so. Then later on, it wasn't something I was curious about.

It's exhausting parenting your parent from a relatively early age, even when you don't realize that's the position you've been manipulated into. It's just normal, for you.

I don't remember if I ever told either of my parents that I hated them. I'm betting I didn't, because I was very invested in being a Good Kid. Weird, but Good.

I don't think I ever told my parents I hated them (certainly not after age 4 when my memories start being regular and distinct, anyway). I don't recall our arguments ever getting personal like that even when heated, they were just about things we should do or not do.

My dad is kind of obsessive about saying "I love you," whenever I leave their house, but it does ensure that if one or the other of us should pass away in the other's absence, that'll be the last thing we said to each other.