Hubby just called, he's nauseous and annoyed and complaining about the rude things they do to you in an ICU. No more wandering blithely around with all the equipment poked into him.

This issue is within the bounds of possibility for what he's going through. I guess we couldn't sail through on useful Viking mutations forever.

I understand that bone marrow therapy can be kind of a roller coaster, but I hope hubby only has a few of these scares. Cancer treatment reminds me of the title of Perri Klass's book about her time in med school, Not an Entirely Benign Procedure. As I recall, it came from the way one of her teachers described a treatment that could be hell on the patient.

I can't imagine how bad this would be if he had to use someone else's bone marrow.

All the ~ma to your husband, Connie.

Why do so many of Hubby's friends annoy me so? He chats a lot with the wife of a friend, and he says she's funny and intelligent, but I've always found her vague and frustrating. She sent me a facebook message to call her when I get a chance. I don't want to! I don't want to talk to people I rarely talk to, I know she just wants to be encouraging and helpful and say nice things to me, and the very idea makes me want to shriek and bite. I know I should talk to more people around me, that I may need their help some time in the future, but I have no common ground with her. This is why I love computers, I can communicate at my own pace, but people with social skills like to exchange voices.

I'm going to die alone and the cats will eat me. I think I'm content with that, if the other option is to force myself into social interaction I don't want.

I'm going to die alone and the cats will eat me. I think I'm content with that, if the other option is to force myself into social interaction I don't want.

This has been my choice also.

I'm sorry, Connie.

all the ~ma, Connie.

Is there any way that saying "Shut up, I don't give a goddamn fuck about you or your opinion" could actually shut down a mansplainer on Facebook?

No? Didn't think so.

Daniel and I went to help his cousin Steve clean out Katherine's room at the nursing home. She was across the parking lot from the independent living apartments that Steve currently lives in, and in which Katherine had been living previously. There wasn't all that much stuff to haul over to Steve's place. But Steve has a couple of aquariums, one with murky water and some funky fish the color of gold fish but with giant bulbous heads, the other with guppies in it. Some of guppies have died and the water is black. There were three poor things still moving.

It stank.

Poor Daniel got to sit in Steve's apartment, mucking about on Steve's computer and Katherine's laptop, making it accessible to Steve, while Steve and I went back and forth getting Katherine's belongings.

I asked Steve if he wanted help cleaning out the guppies' aquarium. It might have made me hurl to clean it, but I don't want anyone who isn't a conservative Supreme Court Justice or current Speaker of the House to live like that. Steve said no, though. He needs to set up a different aquarium to put the guppies which are still alive in before he can dump the nasty one.

ohgodohgodohgodohgod

Is there any way that saying "Shut up, I don't give a goddamn fuck about you or your opinion" could actually shut down a mansplainer on Facebook?

Try a "Well, aren't you precious? Thank you for sharing. Bless your little heart."