I hope this works better than the last note a month ago.

Me too, man.

May sympathetic people help out with the treatment today, ita.

I woke up feeling good this morning. Even went to karate. My shoulder and lungs both played nice too. Now I'm home, chilling for a bit then it is cookie time!!! I'll have the house to myself most of the weekend. K-Bug is off with the bf for the weekend and CJ is about to leave for his dad's.

Liese- I'm on fitbit and sent an invite to your profile addy...it would come in from enelson at obscure

Liese, I'm on fitbit. I love mine and often do earnd it for the challenges. Sometimes I use the points for crap, (like I did this AM) but often I donate them towards polio vaccines or whatever.

Today, twins and I have....gone to TJs, unpacked groceries, gone to Coffee Bean, built a wooden "gingerbread" box at Lowe's Build and Grow, gotten gas, gone to Walmart (barf, but cheapest place for protein powder), had lunch at Islands and now home. Noah requested a nap so a nap it is for them both.

I have to give a presentation at a conference next saturday. Which means I should put it together.

This morning, I managed to get myself outside for some weeding and did some errands that required walking around outside ( it is starting to cloud up but for a few hours it was gorgeous out). Later, there will be laundry and neatening, but for now I am going to do what I have wanted to do since I woke up at 4:30 and crawl back into bed.

THWARTED! The nap was a total fake out. They are up and running around.

My xmas gift to my family this year is inside pants. Everyone got sweatpants today.

Man, I miss IV compazine. By now, it's blown up into the most perfect anti-emetic in the world, but zofran and reglan are inconsistent, and oral compazine not strong enough. But the US manufacturers apparently stopped making it proactively--some quality issue they wanted to clear up, and that seems to have taken out 1/3 - 1/4 of the commonly available IV nausea medications (for some reason I don't get offered phenergan much--just zofran first, and reglan a distant second). And, naturally, it's the anti-emetic which is supposed to have independent migraine remedy effects (aside from clearing up the nausea, I mean).

Last (proper) dose should be coming soon. Meanwhile I'm trying to eat a plain bagel with butter. I do love the graham crackers, but you can only snarf so much of them. Especially since they're in two cracker packages, and each nurse gives two packages at a time. I've been spreading around who I ask to get me more--they think I'm a drugseeker? I'm a crackerseeker,, that's what.

I love the nurses who say I won't get pain meds without a pee test. Us here, we know there's no reason to check for fetus-on-board (I'm assuming a Messiah would have a kick ass fetal barrier). I peed before I left the house, I'm good (like unable to produce even with fluid binging.) for hours. Last time they admitted me, I managed to stay in bed 24 hours straight (I'm not sure where the best place for a "literally" is in that statement--it applies to it all), which is why I don't get runpee. And, yes, I'm drinking.

Anyway, this observation physician's attendant is strongly on my side--the side of simplicity, efficiency, and expediency in treating my migraines, and as of yet, has not failed to justify the doses with her attending. Inasmuch as there are psychological commonalities across occupations, I wonder what the difference between physician's assistant and physician itself is in their psyche.

Matt, that reminded me of the picture I found on my phone when cleaning up the galleries the other day--it's one of those extra large SUVs which could have filled the compact space they chose (at least at the times I saw it, there were normal spaces available) edge to edge, but they decided to slant *and* not pull in enough, so they were not only taking an extra spot, but poking out into the driving lane. Whatever it was, I hope it was sincerely urgent.

I was also thinking about carphones the other day. What kind of market penetration did they have? During the 90s I was mostly living with the BMW-with-all-the-extras obsessive side of my family, and they all considered it required equipment. But with the relatively quickly ensuing market, the idea of having a phone number tied to you car seems a bit ridiculous. Your mother is out of the house for the day, and you're hoping when you call she'll be driving from one task to the next? I imagine they were paying through the roof for these things too, with precarious reception even though the entire rear window was an antenna.

I guess it's primarily outgoing calls, and primarily from people in the front seats to boot, remembering how theirs were set up. So, basically illegal now, at least for the ones my cousins used, since they weren't hands free--they had the same curly cord between handset and base unit as land line phones.

It came to mind because I was trying to think of the usefulness of having your car be a Wi Fi hotspot with internet access, and maybe also VPN to the home network, but with security, natch. It could be kinda useful if the car is often full, but even that window might be disappearing, if everyone gets phone service with their tablets, or Times Warner ever makes good on their plans to light up LA, for instance. And if you're basically installing a phone into the dashboard and connecting over 4G, there are a couple unlimited data plans left, right?

It was always the bagphone (satellite) that I was aware of, so although not technically tied to the car, it was functionally, because, massive. And the people I knew were using it on long long drives.

My car is a hotspot, but not all the time. I carry the mifi and we use it in and near the car more or less constantly. In fact, I now have two, because of stupid, and I'm thinking about just leaving the one in there. The issue would be that the Pilot doesn't have retained accessory power, so it would discharge itself all the time, but I think we're on the road enough to charge it and make it worthwhile. Might shorten the overall life.

So it turns out everyone goes to Trader Joe's in the late afternoon on Saturday? What a mess! I guess I got everything I went for, though.

Homer is having a lot of trouble walking. He's going for it, though! Went and ate a little and jumped back up on the sofa. But I'm starting to worry that next weekend will be too late? I guess I'm trying to find the perfect time before he's too miserable, but as long as he's not totally miserable, I keep thinking not yet. Poor little Homer.