Good news, Dana!

And ita ! OMG I cannot imagine. I cross my fingers for you.

Juliebird, I know it must be frustrating, but I admit I rather wish I knew much less than I do about my mother's medical situation. I took my mother to the neurologist today, where he said that one or more of three things might be happening, but there wasn't really a treatment that she was appropriate for, so there was no real point in investigating further. That was fun.

I also learned that she told the new psychiatrist that all of her children were adopted. And today she told the neuro that Reagan was president. And she refuses to allow the caregiver to shower her, my dad thinks because the caregiver is black. So now I get the really fun experience of asking the agency to find a white caregiver for one shift, to see if that makes a difference. She apparently announced last week that the caregiver didn't need to shower her because her daughters would do it.

... yeah.

So at least I made up for it by spending all the rest of the work day at a barbecue in the sun, playing frisbee one-handed (the other hand held the beer) and watching my coworkers play a relatively unembarrassing volleyball game. And now I'm a bit sunburned and sleepy, because beer in the sun will do that to me.

Found another job to apply to, and tomorrow I have another interview. Woohoo.

For people who have normal relationships with sugar, which of the unsweetened True products would be the best one to buy and leave in the office kitchen? I like 'em all, and my entry vector was Lemon. Should I do that one?

ita ! do you find the orange is sweeter, or less acidic than the grapefruit?

I'm going sugar free and the grapefruit is a bit too strong for me right now.

IF you ask my father, he'll tell you he doesn't get told stuff. Like, that's Ann's girlfriend? Yes, Daddy. The woman we call her partner who travels with her and shares a bed with her when they stay at your house, that's her girlfriend--the same woman who's on her arm at every function.

But no one said she was her girlfriend. We're just relieved he knew the aunt was gay. We had to give him a rundown of the younger generation's queerness, because he was taken by surprise by the last wedding.

Where can I find a good resource for mod and rocker fashion?

ita ! do you find the orange is sweeter, or less acidic than the grapefruit?

I've never tried the grapefruit--it's not a flavour I enjoy, sorry.

Can you break a bone in your foot and not know it? Because I kind of think I might have. It really hurts and hasn't gotten better all day. I'm too busy to go to the dr. tomorrow and I'm not going up urgent care this weekend so I'm going it jut gets better.

Stephanie, my anecdata is a 70-year-old, so hopefully your bones are a bit sturdier - but, yes, several months ago my mother broke a bone in her foot, no idea how. If you absolutely can't go to the Dr before Monday, then stay off it as much as you can, elevate, the usual stuff. And actually, all they gave my mother was a boot, so unless it's a horrible break probably all you'd be likely to get (in addition to official diagnosis) is a boot and maybe some good drugs. Anyway, take care of yourself.

Not know it right away or not know how you injured it? Cuz yes to the first. First time I broke my foot was in the afternoon. It kinda hurt but not too much. Went home, had dinner, went to bed. Woke up next morning and couldn't put weight on it. There's a lot of little bones in there, but usually there needs to be some kind of traumatic force/injury to break any of them.

Plantar fascitis, OTOH, can totally sneak up on you, and hurts like a bugger.

I'm still finding bromeliad thorns in my forearms.

We had donated three rather large plants from our board president (at the time) whose mother had passed away, and she gifted us with her greenhouse plants. Suddenly we got stuck with three horrid huge ugly bromes. We decided that we'd keep them a year, plant them out in the gardens, then feel our duty was over and toss them.

So they're out of the greenhouse now, but sitting on the patio, and I wrestled with them in short sleeves. Still have to get them into the truck tomorrow to take to the dump.

It reminds me of the time that I was doing rose pruning, before I discoverd gauntlet gloves, and then took my cats to the vet for their shots, and the vet thought they were abusing me because of all the scratches, and offered to remove their claws.

!!!

I immediately stopped going to that vet.

The proper response to this is "YOUNG LADY YOU PUT SOME CLOTHES ON RIGHT NOW!", right?

I was going with "zip your damn pants up"