I was working in Norwood for the better part of 12 months before I realized a major mall (with useful things like LL Bean and Whole Foods) was just beyond the intersection where I usually got on the highway home.

It's so easy to only know the places you have to go. I'm trying to at least get to all the municipal parks nearby (because I can find lists of them online easily) but it's hard to find the time.

I have found Geocaching to be a great springboard for that sort of exploration.

Blargh. How bad an idea is it if I have a glass of hard cider now that I've taken pill #3 of a Z-pak? I'm taking them as standard procedure post root canal. I was all set to sit down and have myself a nice drink when I realized that this might not be a great idea.

I keep having dreams like that, when I open a small door in my house and discover there's a whole other, nicer wing to the place. Or the basement is furnished and I never knew.

I've totally had those dreams, where I open some door I didn't realize in my apartment and find a whole room or rooms I didn't realize I had.

Thought work would be easier without boss lady nattering at me, but I still ended up staying longer just to get shit done.

But I kind of love being in the greenhouse when one of our regular visitors comes in with her son. Today I had borrowed a colleagues Alt-J cd and was jamming to it while sowing seeds and her son, autistic, started jamming to it as well.

I'm attempting my mothers winter-sowing method with milk jugs. She did her whole garden out back that way last year. I'm such a noob at mass propagation. Want a greenhouse/propagation facilitator. (But then I lose my tunes, such hard decisions).

Anne, allegedly, it's not a good idea to have alcohol while on antibios as it diminishes the effectiveness.

I don't remember if I posted about my unendurable leg pain here. I insisted on getting a study done. And thank god, I have a deep vein thrombosis. So, I get to give myself injections for the next week of lovenox plus coumadin. I really wanted xoteral but was shot down.

The nurse didn't want me to self inject. She said she wanted me to demonstrated that I could (I can and did) do it. Then I heard them talking about me coming back on tomorrow and every other day for injections. Oh hell no. I will just do it myself. Give me the meds. It was intriguing. But I guess all of those fertility injections were a learning experience.

Anne, there's no interaction between zithromax and alcohol. I wouldn't down a six pack, because your liver is already working hard, but a glass should be fine.

Kat!

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Wow, I'm glad you had it checked out.

Jesus, Kat, glad you got the study!