I had let it go while dealing with all the stuff related to the metastasis. It's not easy to keep up with compression garments and the other self treatment involved with four broken ribs. Now that I'm better from that, I figured I'd better tackle the arm. It's just so wearing. And annoying. Cancer: the gift that keeps on giving.
Now I get to see if I can sleep in a new night garment that has a bunch of velcro, covers my hand and doesn't let my elbow bend. I expect I'll whack myself in the head with it in my sleep.
I expect I'll whack myself in the head with it in my sleep.
Wear a motorcycle helmet to bed.
Ginger, I hope that there is some peace in your sleep tonight. And I am thinking aspersions at the gremlins who clearly sabotaged your fridge.
I think I need a motorcycle helmet that covers my whole life.
I hope that restful renewing sleep happened without injury, Ginger! Yeah, the fridge issues are not well timed. When this happens to me I am generally appalled at how old some of the content is and how many items I don't even recognize.
Mmmmm, Jazzy! I love jazz so am very jealous.
Hil, I am so in your camp when it comes to yelling. The yelling types don't get how much it disturbs me. I've taken to warning them up front that it has the opposite of the desired result with me. I have a few yelling customers and I have told them straight up that I am there for them to solve their issues, but they are not allowed to yell at me or my staff. Period. The response has been pretty good. As in they get all sheepish and apologetic because they know it is unacceptable behavior.
Laga! Congratulations! eeeeeee
