And, um apropo of oh, nothing, she says, looking innocently at the ceiling, do I want a stuffed Appa? A big enough armful to hug?

Does Seattle have a doll hospital, Jilli? You might inquire if they refurbish cloth dolls and stuffed toys. Just so you'll have the informatation on hand. And a visit might be nice, to reassure you, or warn you off. Sort of like visiting a prospective vet's office.

Which reminds me, to update on kitties. StY actually found some mouse bait packets that Mustache had winkled out of some parallel dimension, and a couple of them had been chewed open. So, that's obviously how the cat died. What had StY concerned, though is the older cat, who was moping, not eating, had no energy. He was really worried, so he did some internet research on the chemicals contained, and then stopped by the vet who's seen our cats for more than twenty years. Who agreed on the probability, gave him some steroids and appetite stimulants, and told him if Punkin had made it this far, chances were good if he started eating he'd be fine. StY asked what he owed, and Dr. B flapped a hand at him and said, "enh." We love our vet. In fact, one of the reasons I've not pushed for getting a cat here is that Dr. B is too far away to be our vet.

But if/when we do, I will visit vets' offices and see which gives me what vibes, which is what Jilli might do with doll hospitals, given there are any, or more than one.

Not entertaining enough to be said twice.

Does Seattle have a doll hospital, Jilli?

I have no idea! That's something I've never thought to look for. Hmmm, off to Google I go.

I offered the suggestion just in case Ginger felt it was too much to say why. But yeah the doctor should know.

sj - I'm glad everything is laid out for you and you feel at ease.

I slept the entire afternoon away, about from the time I posted until a little while ago. I have got to call my GP's office I'm pretty sure I have an ear infection.

But waiting to call is tied to my anxieties and stuff. So I'm having to work through that. I may do it right before my therapy appointment.

I have a stuffed penguin I got at the Milwaukee zoo.

I had a stuffed Opus the Penguin for years after high school. He carried a red, heart-shaped pillow that said "Penguin Lust."

I reschedule a non-urgent doctors appointment that was supposed to be tomorrow for next week, and when asked the reason I resisted saying that I don't have enough spoons to go to four doctors appointments in one week.

I need to reschedule an appointment I canceled for that reason.

That's why I rescheduled my doctors appointment last week. Now I need to call them tomorrow about my ear which is really bothering me. I was having an intermentint stabbing pain (that would go away for a few days) but now it's a constant pressure and weird feeling. Plus when I press on my ear it hurts. So I'm thinking ear infection.

I'm dreading calling tomorrow because 1)my anxiety and stuff tells me they won't believe me, 2 )I rescheduled the appointment and my anxiety and stuff tells me that they will hold that agianst me and 3)I'm seeing my therapist and I'm just dreading that they'll say the only time they can see me is during or close to that time and then give me problems.

Rationally I know they won't but it's just anxiety and the working assumption is medical stuff/being sick is a trigger for me for the PTSD stuff. (which is the - they won't believe me and also I'll be chastised for not being compliant).

Stupid brain.