Indian food is always a good choice!

The downside is that I made a plan with DH that I would click the order icon when he was ready to leave the practice where he is working and he would pick it up on the way home. AND HE HASN'T TEXTED ME YET.

In other Laura world news, I hope to make a trip over the everglades to see family and do work stuff early tomorrow morning. I haven't been over there since the week after Mom's funeral. It really has more to do with politics than Mom because my brother, who was and is a big Ben Carson fan, voted for the 'Constitution' party candidate and is full out crazy right wing nutso. He did come over here to visit with family once since then. And I kind of have to see him too because he has refused for the last month to take his MS injections because his doctor has refused to try any other protocol for the last year or so because the injections work. But Jim seriously hates the injections and wants to try something else. So I don't know how long it takes for things to deteriorate, but with MS it is only stay where you are or get worse, there is no getting better.

So I respect that he gets to make his own decisions, but depression over Mom may be contributing to his refusal to take his shots. The pharmacy said they were going to advise his doctor that he refused the shipment.

So yeah, family, dude. Whatcha gonna do?

That's tough Laura.

My PMS craving is cheetos and chocolate or cheezits and chocolate.

I've done one round of dye. I used a minimal amount and didn't leave itin long enough. So I rinsed, dried my hair and am trying it again. I maybe should have shampooed it first. After this attempt I'm going to rinse, shampoo and then sleep on it and figure out tomorrow.

It looked ...not good. Obviously bleaching would be better but I didn't apply it well enough and so it was streaky. I'm hoping the second application was better and will hide some of the streaks.

My PMS craving is cheetos and chocolate or cheezits and chocolate.

Worthy cravings.

I have never done the color hair dyes other than found in nature varieties, yet. I ope the second application works like it does in painting!

I didn't get it in the roots. I also didn't use clips. This is a learning process!! So I don't have clips but I think tomorrow I'm going to focus more on the roots and the super short parts and the day light will help. It's really hard because I didn't want to stain my glassees so I wasn't wearing them and so I couldn't really see. I did finaly find my old glasses, so I'm going to wear those tomorrow and get Mom to help me more and get this done.

Also Dawn detergent is really really good at getting out the dye. I have some on my neck where it sat too long but everything else I managed to get off and managed to get some out of the towels.

I can 100% endorse d's suggestion of Conscious Ink.

I love their stuff and have both worn, and given as gifts, dozens of their tattoos.

My painkiller prescription was finally ready to be picked up this morning, over a WEEK after I asked for it, but I couldn't go before work, because a student wanted to meet with me, and could only meet in the morning. So I got to work, and then she didn't show up. And then getting all my work done took too long, and I didn't have time to get it after work. So, no painkillers. And I ran out of Advil, and I can't find my Tylenol, and I forgot to wear my hand splint today, so my hand is pretty badly swollen, and this is going to be a long night. And tomorrow is a midterm day, and it's all going to suck.

(Sorry. Lack of painkillers makes me whiny. Lack of painkillers for over a week makes me extremely whiny.)

It's been such an odd time.

My dementia patient died last weekend.

In a weird confluence, my contract with the family had come to an end just two days before. Since he'd had pneumonia, I chose not to tell him about that because, what good would that do.

After 21 months, I hardly know what to do with my Wednesdays now and I'm amazed at how persistent my muscle memory is. I can't seem to stop scanning tiny libraries for spy novels for him, or quit feeling like I should be reserving a zipcar, buying diabetic-friendly snacks, etc.

I wonder how long it will be before I'm not constantly in that mode.

His passing is not a sad thing. He didn't want to hang around and we'd come to the end of his cognitive upswing.

I'm proud of what we did together, and I'm honored to have known someone who did so many amazing things in this life and, in truth, I had no affection for him. No one did. Which is sad on the face of it, but he really didn't care.

I guess all I'm saying is, hug 'em while you got 'em.

Your student sucks, Hil. I would not prioritize her schedule over your health in the future. I hope you can get the meds and some relief today.

That's a familiar sounding feeling, beekaytee. After my dad died, I reacted similarly (except that I and several others loved him). I still see movies and books and think, "Dad would love this."