I have no idea where this massive vertigo attack came from. Stress at the things I need to deal with this week? I don't know. But language too much like ultimatums is flying around (not from or to me--it's the collateral thing again), and the CIO just set up a meeting for 8:30 tomorrow morning on the topic.

This makes me hyperventilate because my manager is on PTO, and my boss is in the midwest. I am assuming my boss will be on the line for the call, but it's still not the same thing as having layers of our department there. I don't want the slightest expectation that I have to offer up any opinions.

Actually, I hadn't linked the possible clusterfuck and loaded language being tossed around like shuttlecocks and my overwhelming urge to fall down and stay down, but it sure seems plausible...

And I just embarrassed myself in front of a team member by not realising he sits down the way from me--I thought he wasn't even in California.

Really not my day.

And Mitt Romney apparently thinks "Add dental to Obamacare' would be a terrible threat, instead of "Wow, could they do that?"

Well, sure. They already hate Obamacare, and frankly from this country's viewpoint it looks pretty mild. They'll fear it even more once it has teeth.

So Cambridge got 12 new cops, and 9 of them appear to be white men, just from looking at the picture and names. [link] Come ON, Cambridge! You should do better. (City population in 2000 was about 65% white, 12% black, 12% Asian, 7% Latino.)

Are they all really short, or is the one guy freakishly tall?

I'm hoping the one guy is up on a thing? Or something?? But maybe they are all really short AND the one guy is tall. Because that picture is weird.

Back at karate. Did an hour private class and never reached for my inhaler. Woot. No karate tomorrow after giving blood. Boo. But my dentist appointment got cancelled. Yay! (yeah, I need to reschedule that).

skimming and skipping to wish ~ma to Grace.

We are home. We left the hospital and 2:00 and contended with stupid traffic on both 405 and 101. By the time we got home, my nerves were frayed and we decided to go to the Yard House to make it better. Which a pear cider and mac and cheese DID improve my outlook.

Noah played racquetball for an hour today so he was wiped. And he performed America the Beautiful and 5 poems at his T-giving Day program which K went to.

Grace's meds are sort of herwollaped and f-ed up. They faxed over the form to the pharmacy which meant I had to call from the recovery room on a landline to get the fax number. Then the docs handwriting sucked and they made the mades Q6 instead of Q8. The pharmacy distributed the keflex as 250 mg/50 ml instead of 50 mg/ml so we wouldn't need as much. And they didn't have the codeine which I will have to pick up tomorrow.

I need to order a night mouth guard because I'm having shocking TMJ pain.

Grace just burped in K's face which was rude and funny. Well Grace thought it was funny.

My onerous task is to set up a girl scout troop bank account.

I'm glad Gracie's feeling well enough to find pleasure in the ruder things in life.

I keep hoping to getting around to editing and sorting my pictures. It keeps not happening. I'm so wiped tonight. Got a new converter box, got food to eat, set up box, paid bills, reconciled checking account for all the withdrawls overseas, long day at work, I'm just mentally wiped.

But I did manage a full 1.5 miles without stopping. Damn slow, true. But that's after 17 days off, so I should cut myself some slack.

I now have a bag full of TJs cookies and other stuff that is supposed to go to Colorado.

I wonder how much of it will actually make it to Colorado.