Lots of ~ma for your sister, Burrell.
Amplified.
I'm also having the "I don't feel good and people are bothering me" cocktail today. Start off the day with an hour-long meeting that could have been a three-paragraph email, throw in GI distress from no apparent cause, add two people responding to queries with incomplete information and one person urging me (again) to apply for a position I don't want, and blend. Serves one, but is not very refreshing.
Best thoughts for your sister, Burrell.
Progress is measured in blocks of 20 appointments!
Yikes! That's quite an investment...
That is a pricey method of pain relief. Wow.
All kinds of ~ma for your sister, Burrell!
~ma for your sister, Burrell.
My crankiness has calmed considerably after eating a giant burrito for lunch and venting to a coworker. And they say carbs are bad!
That's nuts, ita. Who could afford that?
Seriously. This is not the medical procedure you expect to bankrupt yourself on.
Fingers crossed for your sister!
I think I've decided I'll buy mine the e-book of The Princess Bride (I'm pretty sure she doesn't have it...) and if that's not e- (I think *I* have it), then I'll buy her the Chester Himes bio. Because they are so similar.
No one has ever said carbs are bad for your mood.
I mean, right? Only a crazy person would say that.
I remember a chiropractor burbling at me about three $50 sessions a week (in a small Utah town back in the 90s) interspersed with two $30 massage therapy sessions a week--"And that's all anyone really needs to stay feeling great!"
I went to him twice a week for three weeks, I felt remarkable limber, my bank account became less limbers, and I gave him up. He then sold his practice and went back to Nepal "to gain more insight into his medical practice and help the locals."
Okay. I bought powerball tix. If I win I am sharing my largesse with buffistas.
Crap. Just spoke with the surgeon. The surgery itself went fine, but ultimate prognosis is less rosy. Tumor has already returned. I am pretty bummed right now.