I'm going to give the ER more time so it doesn't look like I'm trying to come in when my neuro is unavailable.
Yay!
In (not) other news, I've managed to convince my psychologist she can't think me out of this. That there's only so much acceptance she can get out of me with regards to directly negative stimulus (it's not like you have to interpret physical pain--not reacting negatively could be a red flag, she eventually agreed), and much less she can get out of me towards medical professionals not even providing explanations for inaction. I don't know why it feels like levelling up every time I get a mental health professional to stop that angle of attack, but hey. She's not the first. Would be great if she were the last, though.
Still contemplating what to do with the great wodge of money that is my portion of my mother's estate. Getting a plumber in to deal with the small drip in the kitchen faucet seems like a possibility.
The Plumber Man Cometh -- with enough warning that I've cleaned up the kitchen and bathroom at least a little....
Ugh ita, I'm so sorry that your neuro left you in the lurch like this.
OMG! Someone just replied to my week-old craigslist ad and wants my grandmother's table and chairs! AMAZING.
ita, An article entitled "LA Goat Stew City" Graphic is cute. Article is about chowhound. [link]
It reminded me of you, clearly.
Also, Draco all grown up: [link]
Am at training, ergo trolling the internet for things more interesting.
I've been trying to think of a better smite than wishing !ita!'s pain on the neurologist, and frankly that is pretty much the best justice I can think of.
ETA: I suppose it would be overkill to sentence him to be stuck in a broken elevator with Hil R.'s former thesis advisor for a few hours, wouldn't it?
