Quick JZ update: she slept through the night without coughing at all for the first time since October. Also slept flat on the bed instead of propped up at a 45 degree angle. Yay, drugs! Yay, proper diagnosis!

Ha! That's exactly what helps me about my support group. (Knock on wood that it keeps being true.)

I guess if you're at the other end of the spectrum it helps validate that things really are shitty.

Yeah, I think group is good for giving you perspective ("I am the most fucked up person in the world"), but not so much for working on you personal issues. Of course, sometimes not having a perspective IS a personal issue.

JZ update: she slept through the night without coughing at all for the first time since October

Yay drugs!

Yay drugs!

Also, yay competent medical care!

We have 1 leftover issue from the weekend, and then we're done. And my manager has asked how I'm doing, so, remarkably, I feel better. I was wondering if anyone thought working 8:00AM Saturday to 10:00AM Sunday was just stuff people did. I'm gonna need to take some of that back in trade before I snap or pass out at the wheel.

Today is business formal, and why can't I ever tie a Windsor knot right the first time? I'm always following instructions, and I always remember "the tail needs to be short--no fixing at the end" and I still always make it too long the first time.

So...matching your tie colour to your shoe colour? Is that allowed? Well, I did, so it better be. I'm draggier today than most, because I'm also wearing a shrunken velvet blazer, but the purple paisley tie is the same shade as the purple shoes, getting worn SECOND WEEK RUNNING. Who am I?

Man, JZ, sometimes you remember how advanced medical science is, and pharmacology, and how many amazing things we know about the human body (and take for granted). It shouldn't be a surprise, but then again, we are taking more health things for granted than, say, 300 years ago, so it is a net win.

But it's frustrating when there are people in the way of knowledge.

It shouldn't be a surprise, but then again, we are taking more health things for granted than, say, 300 years ago,

It wasn't even that long ago they were worried about your bodily humours. I saw somebody peg "modern medicine" to 1839 with the understanding of cell structure.

Snow day! I got up at 4:30 all worried I'd missed something after a night of related dreams. (Incidentally, elevator technology in my dreams is way cooler than in reality.) But no. Local schools were all on a delay here, which wouldn't have helped me because there's supposedly more snow coming in this afternoon. I was going to try anyway, went out and shoveled, and under the snow was a thick layer of ice. Yeah, no.

So the Biscuit & I celebrated by going back to bed and now we're having cheese. And I am having cocoa. The SO is feeling on the mend, too. It feels slightly like a waste of a snow day, but my body is pretty happy about it.

DBT group therapy helped me and some other Buffistas, but 1) it's a specific structured format and 2) I am not Allyson, I suspect very much not Allyson, in that I like doing things in a group.