Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I had chicken noodle soup for dinner because I am sick. There were no penis like objects.
Relatedly, how do you know if you have a sinus infection. I had a cold for 2 weeks, it was getting better, and yesterday and today I am all stuffy and coughy again. Although my ears are no longer full. I hate going to the doctor.
I just saw pictures of that building on the national news. It's a shame about the fire, but the ice is incredible.
I can't give blood because of living in England, not to mention tats, but I wouldn't anyway, because of my needle phobia. It took great strength of will for all the blood draws and injections for my surgeries, and whenever possible, I requested a single dose of Valium. I see the need but I cover my eyes when I see injection/syringes on TV.
Strangely enough, watching people get stitched or seein surgery (except eye stuff,which OH NO NOT EVEN)doesn't bother me,and I could give Solomon insulin because his fur prevented me from seeing the...EW. CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT.
I am, however, an organ donor. Take what you like, science, and burn the rest!
Strix is me.
I felt badly about not being able to meet my goal of giving blood two years ago. My guilt for not overcoming my needle phobia was assuaged by having MUCH too low iron.
Plus, now it seems I have a low red blood count.
I doubt that even the Freemen of Dune would want my piquey water.
I haven't given blood in years. There's no reason that I can't, I just never get around to doing it.
I'm afraid to tell my hemotologist that I donate. I'd probably get a lecture.
So, liners in dresser drawers? Yes or no?
So, liners in dresser drawers? Yes or no?
I line my dresser drawers with old t-shirts.
Sorry it's been such a crappy day for so many.
Work was busy and scattered but around 4:30 my mom called to let me know all went well with my dad's heart procedure so I'm calling the day a win. And I came home to an apartment that is 68° instead of the 57°-63° that it has been lately.
Devi goes into the vet tomorrow for probable xrays and something called a nasal flush (which doesn't sound like fun.) Involves sedation. For an almost 16 year old cat with breathing issues.
I'm not entirely sure why I'm going through with this except that listening to her breathe is torture, not so much fun for her and on the off chance they find something either treatable or palliatively treatable, for that, I'm in. Hell, even to be told she's imminently terminal would give me something to pin down and plan out.
Falling apart because the repetitive wheezes just break me (oh, and the heater in my kitchen? Makes similar wheezes when it changes directions. NO LOVE, ME) every 2 days and being relieved that she's currently baking herself in the cabinet that houses the bedroom radiator because that means I can't hear her breathing....well, it is tiresome.
Glad to hear it, aurelia!
Hope it helps, sarameg.