sj, sorry to hear the vaccinations are being nasty. Combined shots suck. The Navy had a habit of doing 3fers on me (you're transferring, let's give you all the shots!) and I was always super sick.
Hi, all!
Just wanted to pop in and say not dead. Feels like it some times; my new job is exhausting both mentally and physically. I've rearranged a conference room and set up a catered lunch, which I will then have to clean up and return to it's normal configuration. I've already walked over 8000 steps through the hospital and its environs, and it's barely noon. Most days I don't hit that until I leave.
askye, I'm glad to hear the move has gone relatively well, despite the bumps in the road (figurative and literal.) Being close to family, even when you don't want to be
close,
makes a big difference when you know they'll be supportive.
erikaj, so sorry about the kitty. We do our best and it's something we should take comfort in, not feel guilty for. Lots of {{{}}}.
Sail! On the job workout, well done.
Anybody hear from Ginger in the last couple days?
Her last post in Natter was 11/30 when she was thanking Zen for her awesomeness.
Hi, Sail!
I have applied tylenol and motrin, and I'm feeling much more human. ltc apparently loves the swing we inherited from one of Mom's friends as long as I am not in the room when she is put in it. She has happily fallen asleep in it for both Mom and TCG, but when I put her in it the other day she screamed and screamed until I took her out.
I haven't heard from Ginger directly, but I've heard from one of her friends. She's at the rehab place for a few days.
I don't remember if I said this already, but thank you so much for going there, Zen.
Adding my thanks, too, Zen. I hope rehab is going well for Ginger.
There was an audible sigh of relief when we read you were with Ginger, Zen. Thank you. It is such a feeling of helplessness to not be able to go be actual physical help.
thanks for all you did for Ginger, Zenkitty. And Ginger, I hope when you get a chance to read this, you are not too terribly bored out of your skull at being out of contact... or worse, so sick and miserable that you can't get here.
Lots of love to all and sundry.