Ooh, good luck with everything, ita.

How do we get to the root of what causes this culture of violence?

Absolutely.

In much lighter news, I am feeling good about myself for having delegated the tiniest task. I hate not having any direct reports, but having people around who can do things for me -- it always feels like a favor.

Fingers crossed ita, I hope the home health care nurse comes through for you.

Seen on another board: Live life so fully that the Westboro Baptist Church protests at your funeral.

I like it.

Timelies all!

Congrats, Amy!

I need to pack, as I am flying to Seattle tomorrow evening to attend Conflikt.(A relatively new filk convention I've not been able to get to, for various reasons, until this year.) It's supposed to snow starting tomorrow afternoon. With luck, it won't snow much.

ita ! I hope insurance covers the nurse. That sounds like a good solution

Nothing like donating blood to remind a gal of her non-existent sex life. I swear, half the questions started with "In the past 12 months, have you had sexual contact with..." No, no sexual contact. Nope. On the plus side, my iron level was good enough to donate.

Oh yeah. "Can I just give you a blanket no??"

I kind of miss being able to donate blood. Not that I did it enough when I could, but it makes me oddly sad that I can't.

I'd like to donate blood now that I can, but after my traumatic experience with a mobile blood drive, my blood pressure has been too high the last two times I've tried.

Gah! Children! "Mom, the sausages in this soup look like Dillo's penis when you pull the foreskin back." Yeah, have fun eating the rest of dinner, everyone.

Never been able to give blood in the US, and it does make me sad. I was a regular donor in Canada until the rules came down.

I do hate trying to drill home to nurses why I don't need to pee on a stick, and the fact that the best way to convince my bladder to shut its doors is to put me in a hospital bed (I've gone a day without agitas) please, for god's sake understand that I would probably poke a penis with a stick if I saw one in a room with me, just to remind myself of their range of responses outside fic.

I know people lie, and people can be mistaken, but I'm really not people.

Sleep doc's office called to tell me that by the time they tried to refill my meds in December, someone else had. I asked what the reasons were for the three months before that when they wouldn't re-up, but she got kinda vague and hung up.

I don't get people. I'm cranky, I'm achy, my stomach tells me its hungry but when I feed it it's bitching...I want to curl up in a ball and get my back rubbed--my entire spine aches blossoming in my skull...

But we are deploying this weekend. Starting 9AM Saturday through 7PM, and then 0AM Sunday through 8AM. Whoopee!

Yeah, maybe a lie-down would be good.