Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Got up at 4 am so we could get to the first appointment at the clinic at 6 am. Currently waiting for a lumbar puncture test, running a little late. At 2 pm he does a pulmonary function test, and at 3 there is an echo cardiogram. These occur in two different buildings, fortunately right next to each other.
And on Thursday we're back up here for pre admittance consults. It's a good thing I took vacation this week.
I'm suspecting that these clinics aren't making the Top 10 Vacation Destination List.
I admitted to Hubby that I was going to treat his admittance to the hospital like a sort of vacation, and he said he didn't blame me. A month off from early morning runs to the clinic.
You gotta do something to keep sane, Connie.
Laura, I strongly feel that deserves a rimshot.
One of the local brew taverns offers barley wine. I wonder whether it is closer in taste to a dry wine or to a beer. (Too many of my meds conflict with alcohol for me to find out first hand.)
I wonder whether it is closer in taste to a dry wine or to a beer.
I'd say neither. It's a strong beer style, rich, malty, boozy, warming. It's called a barley"wine" because its alcohol content is similar to that of wine's. (11-14%~ish)
I admitted to Hubby that I was going to treat his admittance to the hospital like a sort of vacation, and he said he didn't blame me. A month off from early morning runs to the clinic.
The alternative is to burn out completely.
Internet and network is down at work. I've sent everyone home. And am finally reading the vaccination guidelines that I only skimmed when I got them in March. It's the only non-computerized task a I have left. I have so much work but it's all in the network tubes or that other series of tubes, the internets.
The guys next door are playing with sirens.
Their job is better today. Their job is better a lot of days.
Long day. 11 hours up there. One PET scan, one lumbar punch, one pulmonary test, one echo cardiogram, one EKG. Nice people, though. And there are jigsaw puzzles everywhere.
Continued ~ma of all kinds to the Viking and you, Connie.
So sorry about Elliott, Sail. Glad you have friends to keep you company.
Calli, that bites hard. I hope you find something good, and soon.
Hi. Still mostly lurking.
That is long, Connie. I hope the end result is a Viking triumph.
Hi, smonster!