Wow, sorry to hijack the thread. It's really exciting for me to talk about something other than my ongoing health issues. Fun tidbit from PT eval (seriously, I had to get a referral from a surgeon to a physical therapist who then had to evaluate me before referring me to the actual physical therapists? Starting to think i'm trapped in a kafka sidenote) dude hits all my trigger points. They're all sensitive and borderline flare-ey. He says "have you ever heard of Fibromyalgia" and i point at my chart with one hand while smacking my forehead with the other. With as little sleep as i've been getting, it's a miracle i'm not in a full on flare. As is, not surprised that trigger points are triggery.

seriously, I had to get a referral from a surgeon to a physical therapist who then had to evaluate me before referring me to the actual physical therapists? Starting to think i'm trapped in a kafka sidenote

Hey! I know that dance. We need a referral from a GI to get a swallow study run in radiology by an OT but we have to train for the swallow study with a different OT (not hospital based by clinic based) who can't provide services for feeding therapy until the swallow study is done.

Oh hell, I have to make dessert this morning. Why so chilly, house?

Ugh, worst daughter ever. I was dicking around, watching some TV, thinking about packing in a little bit....when I remembered no, I have to go see my father in the hospital. Oops.

Timelies all!

I have COL(cat on lap) once again. Nova is kneading my thigh.

I admit, I have not looked very hard, but I'm fairly certain no coffee has magically appeared in my house this morning. It's a problem.

Nah, you're fine, Jesse. You remembered!

Went and visited my neighbor. Found out that she was hit so hard that she was actually knocked out of her seatbelt into the passenger backseat footwell. There was nothing left of the drivers-side seat area. Her boyfriend thought she was dead when he found her (he was in the passenger seat.) Gah.

Apparently, coming home smelling of mastiff makes Loki insecure/super affectionate. I can barely type for his attentions.

OK, laundry time.

Man, it's cold. Just back from an hour-long walk, with stop for bagels and cafe con leche.

Long walks with Darb are kind of hilariously circuitous. We end up zigzagging all over the neighborhood because she won't walk past the house of any dog she doesn't like, ie any dog who's ever barked at her.

There are entire blocks we can't go down, and others where we have to crisscross three times.

Aw, Darby.

OK, I am dressed and will sally forth in search of hot beverages. Sadly, the coffee shop that was just down the street has moved further away, so I will need to both drive and make decisions.

I would love to meet Darby one day. Sweet girl.

Anyone watching would think we were evading a tail.

Some of these dogs are her friends at the park. She loves playing with Jackson the Shar Pei, but she will not walk past his house.

It's super ridic, but anytime she asserts her preferences I want to encourage that, so we go with it.