Perfectly logical progression, Steph.

Love it! That sounds like so much fun.

Steph, at first I thought you meant you were a deep fryer for the squirrel, which... well, them's good eatin'. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, it sounds like fun!

HPV is super scary. In TMI territory, I know so many women that have had genital warts removed, including myself.

Yikes, me too. In college. I didn't know that was HPV! Do I need to get a vaccine or something? Huh.

Generally the wart-causing strains are not the cancer-causing strains. The reason the vaccine is recommended young is they figure if you're old you've probably already got it and it's too late. But I figure I'm still sleeping with new people--I could get multiple strains!

And suddenly the word "strain" seems really weird to me. Tartlets.

So, lesson for today.

When Mom talks about taking E to see a movie in the town that is 45 minute ish away but she ahs to pick him up at noon and we'll eat lunch in the car.

Politely decline that part of the invivation and say you will meet them there.

It was frantic, frantic and Mom was relying on the GPS and then second guessing the GPS and she didn't get E enough to eat for lunch (wayyy too much fruit) so by th etime the movie was over he was in a sugar crash and hungry and I was cranky and she wanted to go to Big Lots.

Then it was "I'm hungry" from E. Then after stopping for a snack at the grocery store (and not just grabbing something easy) she realized it's Thursday, Thursday she feeds him there's no food in the house. So I got groceries and brought them back back.

Now I'm hungry and tired and over stimulated and verging on a melt down and trying to control it only I can't. I really need to eat but I feel like I have to wait to eat anything until E is fed so there's not another round of "I'm hungry" followed by "I don't want to eat dinner now I want a snack".

askye, take care of yourself first. Eat something. Take it in your room if you don't want to cause a ruckus by eating in front of E. Feeding yourself when you need to eat is essential self-care. You can do it.

I'm in my room, headphones on, it's dark and cool and I'm watching LMM and Chris Jackson sing One Last Time on FB. going to deal with food soon and I realized I forgot to pick up prescriptions. I can deal with one night without some but I have to remember tomorrow.

At the theater they are serious about no outside food or drink, they searched our purses.

Also there's a big sign that says not only do they ID everyone for R rated movie but no child under age 11 will be allowed in an R rated movie eve accompanied by an adult.

One the downside htey were playing Hillary's America but it's small town South.

So, I'm not good at calmly reacting to things and assessing them. I know this. But. Tim had a pulmonary function test today because people with RA can develop lung problems, some of them severe. He's still at work, but his doctor just called and told me that the test indicate lung disease -- he didn't say what type (there can be several) or how severe, but that Tim needs to see a pulmonary specialist soon.

So I googled, which is a bad idea even if you have a decent background in medical knowledge. There's really no *good* rheumatoid lung disease. So I'm freaking out HARD.

I know I should be calm until the appointment with the pulmonary specialist, because maybe this is on the minor end of the scale. It's crazy to borrow trouble and panic before we even know what's going on.

But I'm panicking. I am freaking out. HARD. Tim is still at work, and needs to work late, and I called him to ask him to come home so I can tell him that he has lung disease that might not have a good prognosis.

God, you guys.

Steph --- that's just. I can't even imagine. I'd be stressing out too.

I don't know what to say other than I'm sending all kinds of thoughts and prayers Tim's way that the news is the best it can be.