Someone just slammed his car into the ditch at the corner of my property. Big bang. I stepped out on the porch and heard him talking loudly, presumably on a phone, and he walked away when he couldn't back the car out. Now there are two cop cars out there, trying to find him. I guess that means the license plate isn't registered to the person who was driving it. He must have been drunk or asleep or something to head directly at the row of trees instead of going straight. Or turning, but no one lives in the direction of the turn except my neighbor. I'm pretty sure he's okay, since he walked away, and I'm glad he wasn't badly hurt, but I'm also glad he wasn't going fast enough to jump the embankment and damage my trees. I wonder if I'll ever find out how this resolves.

How strange Zen.

Breakthrough pain bites. Woke me up a few times tonight and I've now given up on sleep. The bit of reading I've been doing about TN is scaring the crap out of me. Medications being minimally effective, ER visits to rival ita's experiences, and life long pain.

Bless. So to distract myself I'm watching Breaking Bad (never seen it before). Light early morning entertainment.

I took the English quiz. It suggested my first language was US English, with possible seconds being Norwegian and Swedish, so it was pretty accurate for me. One of my parents grew up in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, and the Yooper dialect, as they call it, is heavily influenced by Norwegian and Finnish.

I'm so sorry about the pain, SuziQ.

5am work this morning. Turns out didn't need to be in until 6, I misread a start time. Bleargh.

Oh honey, you need a new job. With sane hours.

So if I barely eat for 2 days, I lose 5 lbs. I don't recommend this: my skin is pissed, my joints hurt and my digestive tract can't figure out what the hell it is supposed to do. Didn't help that what I did consume (sudafed and mucinex) already plays havoc with all of the above.

And now I've got post-nasal-drip, which is really annoying. Hell, I'M really annoying. This is why I shouldn't be sick.

Breaking Bad - made it into season 2 before Netflix started acting up, so taking a break.

Sleep - what the heck is that. So sleep deprived.

Pain - unrelenting. How can I have two days of the most minimal pain I've had in a while and then I'm back to unbearable again. Doctor's office is open today, so I'll be calling to see what else I can do.

Sara - I hope you feel better soon. Msbelle - I hope today's work flies by.

Timelies all!

Nothing much going on here, which is just fine with me.

SuziQ, I'm so sorry about the pain.

Me, I'm... recovering. I went climbing last night, which was kind of ridiculous, because I got dizzy on the wall several times. Wheeee! Except not so much. And my partner was feeling nauseous, so we only did a few routes and then I came home.

Today is busy: running (!) with my niece, then clean house, then haircut, then pick up Dad's dog & buy peaches, then meet the dogsitter for next weekend (have to introduce him to the dogs), then bring Dad's dog back, then make a peach pie for Father's Day.

If you were house/dog-sitting, would $25/dog/day be appropriate? That's what I'm thinking.

Oh Suzi! I hope they find a quick resolution to your pain so that rest is possible. (that will be some kind of dreams that will come after mainlining Breaking Bad)

Aww, sarameg, I am very pathetic when sick too. Take it easy on yourself.

Msbelle! I don't want your job. I mean, mine sucks too, as in 24/7/365 in nature and working for prima donna doctors. But in theory I can not show up or ignore my phone. I just don't do that often enough.

Today is my legal 28th wedding anniversary. I only realized that when I saw something about Flag Day on the net, and I went, "Why is Flag Day significant to me--oh, right! I got married on Flag Day!" Being married has always been more significant to me than having gotten married.