Giant freakout over the same old shit, so feel free to scroll on by:

Argh. This is Day 3 of a migraine and it's bad. I forsee Urgent Care in my future.

Except the little Greek tailor who has my wedding dress called and has it pinned so I can try it on to approve the length before she cuts it, and if I don't go today, she leaves on vacation and isn't back until September 10.

Also, the weird painful cyst/boil/whatever that I had on my ladyparts is back, and it hurts, and I'm not calling my OB/GYN because clearly the fucking horribly painful procedure she did to me didn't work and I'm not letting her do that again, but holy shit you guys, this HURTS.

Lots left to do for the wedding which is in 3 weeks, Jesus Christ I am overwhelmed.

And job hunting on top of all of this BLOWS.

God, my head hurts so much. I am so overwhelmed and just want to give up on everything and live in a cave.

Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry. I know other people have problems too and I keep whining about mine. Sorry.

No, that does seem like a lot at once, Tep.

I wish I could be there to play chauffeur, Teppy.

You are holding it together pretty damn well, far as I can tell.

Steph, given your severance package, could the job hunt go on pause until the weddding's over (except for anything already in motion) or would that not help your stress level? I'm so sorry you're so stressed. Seriously, is there anything you can outsource to Buffistas? I'd love to participate in your wedding in some small way. I have three day weekends, so I could make calls or research things. Sometimes it can help just to have someone to review your to do list and help prioritize.

Don't apologize, Teppy, that's an awful lot to deal with.

My headache is on its second day and is about to turn my face inside out. I already had the unstoppable monthly two-day headache, three days ago! Two in one month is no fair!

Laura, my heart goes out to you, it really does.

My fervent hope for StY when he was young was that some older woman would fall hard for him and his excellent domestic, nurturing ways, take him on as arm candy and be willing to manage his calendar and his finances in return. Alas, never happened. But he was never cut out to be self-sufficient. Though he has many friends who appreciate his very many fine qualities and love him dearly, no special someone has come forward to take him on for life.

Realities are often not what society and culture lead us to expect. And I've learned to be okay with that.

My fervent hope for StY when he was young was that some older woman would fall hard for him and his excellent domestic, nurturing ways, take him on as arm candy and be willing to manage his calendar and his finances in return

Hah--this is basically what happened with my cousin. We all shook our heads and wondered what she saw in him (he was a bartender who liked to work out, so we kinda knew, ahem. She is a lawyer), but basically said "good for him"...now he's a cop, and apparently doing well (they've got two kids I got to meet at the family wedding a few weeks ago, which was fun, they were adorable!)

Laura, if YOU'D feel better with his phone on it might be worth considering. I know a number of people who've been comfortable with drawing that line with a incompetent relative -- its a relatively minor expense and it eliminates a lot of bullshit.

Teppy, I think it is in the nature of cysts to be a bitch and take two or three tries. YCMV.

Man, I'm just FULL of advice today. Sorry.

I looked at myself in the mirror this morning after my ablutions and thought "Too much hurts too much. Go back to bed." Last night was tossing and turning, so I made an ortho appointment, emailed my boss, and tried to sleep.

But it's lunchtime now! I only said I was taking the morning off! Fuck.

Nothing stopped hurting--I just had some time off due to unconsciousness.