Just managed to pour a very full glass of wine all over my kitchen floor. Siiiigh. I think I mopped it all up, will know anything I missed in a day or two. Because of course it was riesling.
'The Killer In Me'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I was just looking for transportation to a suburban hotel. They tout their environmental practices, and have a free shuttle, but that shuttle doesn't go to the train station. Fuck you, hotel!
If this headache doesn't break by tomorrow, I am going to the ER. If anyone can suggest any reasons it would break, that would be great.
I'm not optimistic St. Johns will be receptive to my visit, or that my neurologist will encourage them to help me, what the hell else am I supposed to do? I have considered a sit in at the neuro's office, even though he's likely not there.
I am supportive of googling and sitting on his fucking doorstep. I'd like for him to be your shadow on the next few days. Be your caretaker. You get to hit him with a hammer every time you want to cry.
I'm sorry.
~ma to your friend, erika.
ita !, continuing ~ma. May your stupid neuro get a clue.
He has a lock on me with the home health prescription. I really hope he's not thinking of it that way, but I certainly am. I wish I felt confident auditioning new doctors' willingness to proceed with same.
I just rescued a big brown spider from my cat and urged it outside again. ewww nnggghhh It's hard trying to be a good Buddhist sometimes.
Oh, that's a tough bind, ita. I wish I had some kind of option to offer. Good wishes for helpful ER visit, I guess.
I'm listening to Moody Blues' "Long Distance Voyager," which came out when I worked at my college's radio station. I remember us scanning every new album for the longest songs so we knew what we could play to get a bathroom break. This was before digital playlists, we played real vinyl, baby, and had to be there to swap turntables and cue up the songs right. Good times. And those long songs came in handy when your boyfriend was in the booth keeping you company late at night.
Strange bed, achy ankle, parents snoring, too late to take Motrin pm? Screw it.