Most of my regrets are about playing it safe. Which should be a lesson to my present self.
Yeah, me, too. I care much less about "omigod what will people THINK??" than I use to, but it was a pretty epic level of overcaring about that shit, so...
Same fears as Liese re: old age, and same lack of any plan for it.
I'm not as sharp as I used to be - memory, largely - though I suspect that's from chemo and Zoloft (I swear that shit messed up my ability to think and retain things for more than five seconds way more than chemo did; and I swear it stuck). Frustrating, but I'm still doing comparatively aces when I look at the world of people, so...
I think I have more fun now, even though lots of stuff could be better. Eh.
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Thanks for all the thumbs-ups re: my mom. She's out of ICU and off all tubes now. Recover here for a few days longer, then a rehab place for a while - mostly because of the broken arm (they're now saying the right hand is a sprain not a break -- x-ray was showing an old fracture), as she's none too steady without a cane, so a break and a sprain will complicate things. Mostly she's sleeping.
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Funny story -- one of her ICU nurses walked in and saw my computer screen frozen on "The Guild," and he drifted over and said, "The Guild? I love The Guild. I play World of Warcraft... a lot. So, yeah..." To which I said, "Well, I don't, but I still love The Guild. I probably should play it, but it's maybe better I don't." Aw. Geek bonding in the ICU!
Treadmill + Google Earth = epic hike, right?
My scheme was to remove the treadmill from the equation and still have the same impact on my cardio health.
t back to the drawing board...
Yay geek bonding! I'm glad your mom is doing so well, Jen.
Ugh. I am feeling worse and worse about this new project.
It's in a disease I didn't want to work in (cancer), and it's for a study that we took over from another company (uh oh). Plus, the manager is clearly overwhelmed, and being a big douche. She sent me a TON of shit, told me it should take a day (it took at least three and that was with me way more skimming than reading), and didn't give me half the info I actually NEEDED. Meanwhile, other people above me gave me contacts to two other people in my position, so I talked to them and they both confirmed it was a mess, and gave me some of the needed info.
I worked on some of the things they had sent me, and one required I watch a thing and then print a certificate. I forwarded it to the admin, because that was what the email the other girl had sent said to do.
New boss just emailed and was all "I am in charge of your training and if anyone else sends you anything you have to ask before you do it and now you need to send me what she sent you". I'm like "maybe if you were AT ALL responsive, or sent me USEFUL THINGS, I wouldn't be trying to be proactive and searching out other trainings!!" Jesus, lady.
Ugh, meara. I hope it gets better/sorted. That's no good.
Thanks, 't -- me, too!
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Happy Birthday, Owen!
I forget to do board HBD sometimes if I do FB. See above re: brain on drugs.
What a mess, meara. I hope things improve.
So--how hard is it to do a will without needing to involve a pricey lawyer?
Not familiar with online legal documents, so I won't comment on legalzoom and the like. But simple wills -- along the lines of "everything to my spouse, or to X if my spouse dies first" -- are among the least pricey services a lawyer can provide. We're looking at updating ours (which includes a power of attorney and the like) for less than $1,000 total.
I think I would rather walk Hadrian's Wall from the North Sea to the Irish Sea first.
I've always wanted to do that. It's Rosemary Sutcliff's fault. Also, Kipling's:
Thirty feet high is the Wall, and on the Picts' side, the North, is a ditch, strewn with blades of old swords and spear-heads set in wood, and tyres of wheels joined by chains. The Little People come there to steal iron for their arrow-heads.
But the Wall itself is not more wonderful than the town behind it. Long ago there were great ramparts and ditches on the South side, and no one was allowed to build there. Now the ramparts are partly pulled down and built over, from end to end of the Wall; making a thin town eighty miles long. Think of it! One roaring, rioting, cock-fighting, wolf-baiting, horse-racing town, from Ituna on the West to Segedunum on the cold eastern beach! On one wide heather, woods and ruins where Picts hide, and on the other, a vast town - long like a snake, and wicked like a snake. Yes, a snake basking beside a warm wall!
