Burrell, I'm holding good thoughts for your sister, and you, and your family.

Jilli, your pizza fan is cute!

ita !, I don't understand why they haven't tried Botox, unless they need to shoot it into your brain or something. I mean, 24 y.o.'s get it. Unless it's a matter of insurance paying for it, as medically necessary.

I didn't have to get a blood test, but I DO remember in Missouri when I was a kid, thinking I could never get married, because you had to have a blood test, and I was terrified of needles.

Today in the mail, an envelope from the pizza place, addressed to The Lady of the Manners, with coupons inside. My fans are wonderful people.

Aw! Sweet.

Jesse, I got one of these [link] last week, and it seems pretty sturdy.

Ooh, good to know, thanks! Especially because I will definitely be at Home Depot soon.

I didn't have to get a blood test, but I DO remember in Missouri when I was a kid, thinking I could never get married, because you had to have a blood test, and I was terrified of needles.

This is why I even know MA used to have it, because a friend of mine got married at NY City Hall before her wedding in MA, due to fear of needles.

Skipping (oh, so fewer than last time) to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Polter-Cow's birthday.

Happy birthday, Polter-Cow! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

Also, since I'll probably be away from the computer when the bpard is timezoned for tomorrow (being Yom Kippur's eve with all the preparations involved), and since it actually starts pretty soon anyway (oh, the timezones, mixing today and tomorrow), I'll post alredy that tomorrow, the 13th, will be billytea's birthday, and send him timezoned early wishes as well!

Happy bday, PC!

Woke up at 9pm last night because the only pain meds I had pm in the name. Got to my parents at 5:30. Still haven't gotten to sleep. And am on my third glass of wine. Thankfully dad is off at work so he can't judge me.

Happy Birthday, P-C!!!

We're headed out to get our marriage license. I'm trying to come up with syphilis jokes, just in case. t edit Because I am a GODDAMN ROMANTIC.

Sometimes I think it would be useful to have a shared email account for when people want to reach us as a household rather than as individuals (anything having to do with kids/schools/coop), but most people who know us that well have both our email addresses, and it's not like forwarding to each other is a huge hassle, so.

I also sometimes think we should have a landline or shared Google Voice number for the same reason, but I'm far too lazy to set it up.

I've had Botox twice. The first time was a bust, the injections in the wrong places. The second time was better and I told him I wanted more--the key is the back of my head. But botox now wouldn't help this headache.

See, right now, work is...unstable, to say the least. And to say the most I can say right now. Really great idea to be the most reliable all star employee I can be. But I haven't eaten in 24 hours, I've been crying since I woke up, and I have two pieces of gel shit applied to my stubble haphazardly. I'm a wreck, a wreck who hasn't been into the office in two days.

Do I take the whole day off and go into the St Johns ER immediately?

Do I work the day and try and miss no time and go in after work?

Do I pull myself together, take off the Lidoderm, go into the office for the half day my ankle allows, take the second half off, while I wait for advice that my doctor never gives and then try alienating my last rescue resource?

I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING OTHER THAN I"M STILL CRYING.

But quiet-like. Don't want to make the headache worse.

These three weeks would have been epically work hard without the bad stuff, hard life-wise without the work stuff, just...more than I know how to handle.

And as far as handling goes, I want to dump my psychologist because she wants me to a) feel optimistic about my medical care (I have been thorough, I think she just likes the word hope as much as I disdain it) and b) wants me to feel, with her, better than west coast people--honey, if it comes to that, I feel better than you too--but that doesn't help my headaches in the least. Thanks for the low glycemic diet. It's helped my lymphedema out of nowhere. But I don't know what our future together is about....

I wish your brain would give you a break, ita !

Birthday happies for P-C.

Oh, ita, I'm so sorry. I wish there was something we could do to help.

Happy birthday, P-C!

Happy Birthday, P-C!

Sending you emotional support ita, since I can't be of help in any practical way.