I spent the very beginning of the morning calling around to pharmacies to see if they had one of my painkillers in stock--I was told "no" by five, at which point I decided to go get my hair cut and then drop by the pharmacy with the sweet Persian ladies who gave the the card that saves me $75 on the script.
And they had it...I went into Santa Monica proper (as in, within sight of the sea) and did some shopping at the British store, picked up some other meds, and I think I'm done for the day. No more moving. Too much pain. Just hydrating, and starting to pack for going home next week. Which is ridic soon--my sister turns 40 in precisely one week.
I have many tablets, but I have not bought a
tablet
for my cousin. Still no explification on that weird-assed request.
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That is some cool candy. Everyone at Allyson and sarameg's jobs should have them, for starters.
Much health~ma to Luna, Sheryl.
I'm so sorry, Sean.
Much kitty~ma for Luna, Sheryl.
And sorry about your brother's doggie, Theo.
It's been raining hard, big dark storm clouds. A little while ago I heard a sound like thunder that went on way too long, like a far-off train. I went outside to look for the tornado. Came back inside to find that a tornado just went through Arlington. I'm amazed; Arlington is 100 miles away. But I know that sound.
Jesse, is it the yard sale? I should come over!
Aw, you should have! Too late now -- Unless you're in the market for an end table or filing cabinet, because I don't think they sold...
It was actually very pleasant sitting at the yard sale, although not a lot of people came by. A friend of my mom's from work came to help, although there wasn't a lot of helping needed, but it's nice to have a non-related person around some times.
And then I got my massage and some frozen yogurt and now I'm home.
I am glad you have painkillers but hate that it's so rough just to get them when you are, you know, in pain.
I just hope her death sucks up all the Bad Pet Karma in my virtual neighborhood for like a year or two.
I hope so too.
Dude is being treated for cancer and now has pneumonia. Pet hospital since last night. If he's not better tomorrow, she's letting him go. Given that she has a very hard time getting to that point, I am glad she's at least considering it today.
Wow, it has been a hard week for beloved pets. My friend C (who some of you have met) lost her eldest and sweetest bunny Joey this past weekend. So many hugs to everyone mourning a pet.
Also, best wishes for Luna.
So, today has not been great. Did I tell you all that we ended up buying the house we were looking at? We closed last Friday, Aug. 31st. We bought a bunch of stuff, painted over the long weekend (amyth visited and helped out with a TON of stuff, packing and painting and looking after Rose, yay amyth!), all was going well. Thursday morning I ran over to the house to pick up a few things and noticed a crack in one of the bedroom ceilings that I hadn't noticed before. It was big but didn't necessarily look immediately worrisome, especially after I mentioned it to Mark and he said he'd seen it too while painting, and we wondered how we had missed it earlier, but weren't overly concerned. On Friday Mark went to the house and called me at work to tell me, uh, that crack has gotten a LOT bigger since he last saw it on Monday. So I made some calls, he made some calls, turns out our home warranty doesn't cover anything "foundational" but our home insurance was going to send out someone to look at it on Monday or Tuesday. We went over together on Friday night and holy crap, it was looking really bad. I worried about it all night and slept pretty badly.
This morning? It collapsed.
And in other house news: the washer & dryer that we bought and had delivered today don't really fit in the space (they're right by the back door and make going in and out rather awkward), the house is apparently much closer to the train tracks than we had thought (you can hear the train quite well from outside, though I think it's probably OK from inside), and the lawnmower M just bought today doesn't work for shit on weeds, of which we have plenty.
Oh, and he's going to Germany next weekend for a job interview. So I'll be solo parenting a four-month-old for five days, in the midst of packing/moving/fixing the new house, and then if he gets the job, we might be moving to Germany in a couple of months anyway.
I knew having a kid would make my life kind of chaotic, but I admit I didn't have quite this level of chaos in mind...
Holy shit, Kate! Wasn't the house inspected before you guys bought it?
You'd think foundation issues would've turned up.
That's too much!
