I always kick the trashcan before opening it and putting a bag in at night. Cuz of how a friend opened her trashcan one time and a rat jumped out at her. I would never stop screaming if that happened to me!

My sister got one in each cheek last weekend, during her 4 trips to UC.

This was just random skittering around in the alley next to my trash. Which has had my gone-away neighbor's trash in it for 2 days, so...and my lid id epically busted by the garbage men and...

...I kick mine too.

I'm actually going BACK to the doctor tomorrow because my sinuses still hurt like a mofo. I keep having sheer paranoia that it's really my teeth and they're all horrible and all need to be pulled...but the pain is really high up behind my cheekbones, practically to my eye socket. My logic-brain knows that's sinuses, not teeth. (Also, I went to the dentist 2 weeks ago, and my teeth are fine.)

If a steroid shot didn't work, I don't know what the next option is. I guess oral steroids, and another round of antibiotics? I'm really not happy about either option -- the first round of antibiotics messed up all of my good flora, from top to bottom -- but it's been 5 weeks now, and this is ridiculous. The doctor might just send me to an ENT, which is fine, as long as we can get this sorted out.

After the Prednisone magically cured my bum foot, I'm all up for steroids now.

My sister got one in each cheek last weekend, during her 4 trips to UC.

Good god, why? I hope she's okay now!

I love hawks, and I appreciate the varmint control they provide. A small blue-grey one took a bluejay at the feeder in our yard, and settled in on the grass to eat. All the songbirds in the neighborhood came to sit in our trees around the carnage and scream their fear and horror. The carnage itself did not go quietly, and it "survived" quite a while, while being plucked and eaten, alive.

We let our big yellow Punkin cat go outside. He never left the yard, he ambled over to the chipmunks' front door every morning so the daddy munk could pop out the back door in a tangle of roots and grass and holler bad names at him, and then they both clocked out for lunch. Punkin displayed himself draped artfully across the compost heap in full sun while the songbirds fluttered around the feeders and birdbaths. He never chased or molested anybody, he just liked watching them. And as long as he was on the job, the hawk flew over, casing the place, but never stooped to take anybody from our yard again.

My sister got one in each cheek last weekend, during her 4 trips to UC.

...I read this after the "rat jumping out from can" post and thought your sister got bitten by a rat on both (face) cheeks!! I was internally shrieking, until I realized the rest of the sentence didn't make sense that way.

...I read this after the "rat jumping out from can" post and thought your sister got bitten by a rat on both (face) cheeks!! I was internally shrieking, until I realized the rest of the sentence didn't make sense that way.

ME TOO.

me three

Also: will someone please kick my ass until I get up and like, clean my damn room? It's a PIT, I tell you, and instead I am chilling on the couch downstairs refreshing the same websites over and over hoping magic new things will appear or hot women will materialize and flirt with me and tell me they have crushes on me. (Hey, a girl can dream...) And then tomorrow when I wake up and realize I'm only sleeping on a corner of my bed because I've got stuff on half of it, and I can't walk through my room because I have empty boxes and piles of clean and dirty clothes, and un-emptied suitcases, I will be so unhappy with myself.