Nothing special, WindSparrow, except that some things like the neuropathy are getting worse and side effects like random muscle pain and arthritis flares keep ambushing me. Mainly, I'm feeling nibbled to death by ducks, and I want my life back.
Anya ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
For your schadenfreudely entertainment: my office is upgrading some of the older computers. The person in charge of this had tech support come in, set up the computers, and then set them up in the individual offices, removing the old computers as they did. They chose to do this when the people who normally work on those computers were out. Which has its plus side - less interruption of work and no one hanging over tech support with the equivalent of "are we there yet?"
This morning the down side hit - they didn't complete the installation or something, so people can't get their work done. The person in charge of membership (which requires working in the database pretty much full time) can't get into the database at all. One person went to edit some web pages and it wouldn't let her make the edits (she'd make the edits but when she saved them ... they went back to what they were when she started). Other people are having other problems ... like not being able to access their office email.
Tech support, of course, has moved on to the next victim ... um, client.
I haven't found this to be the case. Most of my happiness is tempered by the fact that my brain won't allow myself to believe that anything is going to just go right or smoothly.
Oh I'm sorry to hear that. Pregnancy and parenthood are both arenas where the worries can get to you. (Just ask me about my weekend, or on second thought, DON'T. Although I can see with hindsight how most of my anxieties are really based on minor complaints.)
Mainly, I'm feeling nibbled to death by ducks, and I want my life back.
Oh man, Ginger, how I wish there was a magic pill that could erase all the crappy side effects. You've dealt with so much, and with such grace. But it's well past time for the gods to stop testing you.
Ginger, I'm so sorry.
Ginger, I wish there was a spell or ritual to perform to give you your life back.
Cancer Patient should be a viable entry in the Occupation box on taxes.
Ginger, we are going to party like rock stars when you do. Anyone who can get to you will and we'll have satellite raves hooked up by feed. It shall be indulgent to a shameful degree and utterly undignified for people of our advanced years.
Dietician tomorrow, followed by shopping with Thessaly. Diabetic counsellor on Friday followed by Urologist at a completely different hospital.
Hey! Shopping with Thessaly! :)
Hugs all around to those that need them.
sj let people support you as much as you can.
I cancelled on therapy because I couldn't deal with the cold and the drive and crying and stuff like that. I just don't want to. My therapist called me back and made sure I was okay she wants me to get out of the house, I'm trying to figure out if going to the mailbox counts. The current temp is 22F feels like 11F.
Anyway Kristen reminded me that if I needed it she could work on getting me into a more structured outpatient program or even inpatient if that's what I needed. Which I don't think I need.
Also got a bill for nearly $400, that was for the whoopin cough test. I called and they are sending an applcation for financial assistance there's a chance they'll forgive the whole thing.