I can't work out how to feel. I mean, I know how to feel--American Airlines read my complaint and said "Ooh, she's pissed, give her a voucher that will get her many places in the US." But they clearly didn't think it was worth more than a form letter, and given that my complaint was I WAS ON MY WAY TO THE HOSPITAL I feel they could have said something more than "we know your time is valuable and you are frustrated". No, let's take a minute--my health is vital and I am unwell and in pain. It's amazing how much difference not-a-form-letter would make.

But that will probably take care of my flight to the wedding, if I'm lucky, and is almost as much as I paid to fly back for my sister's party.

So--I know the answer is "grateful". But I'm still pouty.

However--upside to having the car in the shop and driving three different cars while it was busted--*now* my new car feels like it's mine. So, there's that.

I'd probably still say "Engage," when I hit the button.

Almost all the dishes are done, plus I had delicious pancakes for dinner. Win.

I just saw an ad for a Smart car that stressed the tonnage the cage could handle. I saw one after a collision once, and all my uninformed eye could register was "That's really close to the person parts". A crash is going to psychologically shake you too, but I can't imagine that wouldn't shake you more, even if you're equally unharmed.

Though it would be nice if you walked out of it feeling thrice blessed and protected by resource-conserving technology.

I'm watching the Leverage finale from Sunday, and hair! Oh, hair!

Right--I was eyeing luxury cars on the drive home because I needed to work out which side the gas tank was on, plus they all look different from that angle. Also, the Beverly Hills drivers who are douchey seem to make different faces from the douchey drivers in my neighbourhood.

I want to see inside a Genesis. I want to know what Hyundai does when they play in that area.

Did they discontinue the 325? I am...hurt. That's been my favourite BMW for twenty years.

I complained to M's older sister that she was having her wedding the same weekend the Hobbit opens, and she said "Come to Baltimore a day early and see it there." I forget, sometimes, that just because members of my family are diametrically different to me doesn't mean they don't understand and they won't eagerly accommodate. "Almost as long as you've been here, ita, you've been watching the elf movies." Okay, the math is wonky, but the sentiment is touching.

we were an hour late leaving, but we are in OKC and logging at the hotel. ROADTRIP turned out to be a success and mac had fun. UM DUH!! SUper fun mom who sings with every song and car dances. I am the msbelliest.

Our hotel is a four points by sheraton - I like the look. Did the bed bug check and it passed. Should sleep soonish.

You are the msbelliest.

I fear that I have been discharged from the Emergency Department somewhat too soon.

Today at 2, I had some back pain, but I also had a 3:30 appointment at the imaging center to get my first mammogram.

By the time I get to the mammogram, I had been in enough pain in traffic at the trainlight that I had to gnaw on things to distract myself. I go in do the paperwork and realize I'm in too much pain to stay. I give them their paperwork back (completed) and say I have to go to the ER. So I leave my car and walk over to the conveniently adjacent ER at Huntington Hospital.

By this point I'm in enough pain that I am sweating and I have thrown up twice. The ER gets me into a room in less than hour, which is good because there was lots of panting and cursing not to mention grimacing and moaning. They draw blood and find what they are looking for and then give me an IV.

Correction, the new nurse who has never done this before? He puts an IV in, badly, in my hand. They give me tordol and an nausea med and the pain, thankfully dissipates. I have a CT scan.

I have a 7mm kidney stone that has not yet made it to the bladder. The wonderful pain meds which cleared the pain will be waring off in about an hour. I have taken ibuprofen and percocet is on its way. But I am afraid I'm in for a night of way more pain.

They didn't want to admit me yet, but if it's too unmanageable or if the infection I am brewing also worsens, then back I go. All in all, the ER people were awesome even if the ER itself, under renovation, sucks. I got there at 4:00 and was out by 7:30, having received a full bag of fluids, pain meds, and a script.

What this means is that in the past 30 days, 3 of the 4 members of my family have had IVs at 3 different hospitals and an urgent care. WTF?

Oh Kat, that is a horrible no good thing. I hope the pain isn't too bad tonight, somehow.

BOO.

best of luck kat and unsurprisingly msbelle is the msbelliest

It is pretty horrible no good AND I'm going to have reschedule my fucking mammogram!

Not good stats! Don't fourpeat! The kid next to me, last visit, with the meet cute, had kidney stones and some morphine he was exceedingly happy with. I hope the transition to percocet isn't bad for you.

And if they give you IV compazine, steal it for me. I can make it worth your while...