I really need to move somewhere where I already know people. Because, as my four years here in PA have proven fairly well, I really suck at making new friends.
Me too. I've been here five years and have made one friend. Maybe I could have made others, but I suck at follow-up from friendly casual conversations.
Although maybe they should add that to the ad copy: safe room, protects people from tornadoes and dogs from fireworks.
They really should add that to ad copy! It's a selling point.
Gah. I went to bed at a reasonable hour, and now I'm wide awake at 3am anyway. And my head still hurts. I hope this is not a side effect of the Buspar.
YNo fireworks for us tonight. Instead Grace had a terrible breathing incident which ended up with paramedics, firemen, a sheriff and an ambulance ride to a hospital in Idaho Falls. I thought she might die and now she is laughing and cracking jokes. So I guess our trip across the country will be called off.
Oh no, Kat! I'm glad she's okay.
I don't know that she's okay so much as I think the Atavan worked. She is asleep now, struggling to get her thumb sucked through her oxygen mask.
The on call pediatricin didn't call back for about 3 hours. They can't put her in the PICU and the pedes floor is closed. So I have to wait for another 2 nurses to be called in and to arrive before they will transfer her to a room. Then they will open the pedes floor just for her.
I really wish we hadn't come to Idaho.
Oh Kat, I'm sorry.
My
everything
hurts. Shocking no one. Ok, market.
I'm sorry, Kat.
My social activity took place yesterday morning; yesterday evening I stayed in and read fic. This morning I'll be hitting the farmers market. The good tomatoes are coming in now.
My whole body aches, and I have no idea why. All I did yesterday was go grocery shopping, make potato salad, and nap. None of that should lead to this kind of pain.
How scary, Kat! I'm sorry you're having to deal with that.
