Not a successful food night.

Sorry about stealing the food karma tonight, you guys. My dinner was roasted beets with olive oil and goat cheese, roasted asparagus, crumbled bacon, an egg over easy, and sliced avocado.

I didn't eat. But that's because I got Panera half salad and sandwich mid afternoon after getting floaty in Walmart (they were my Hail Mary for non-disposable plastic plate for the feeder, but failed. Otoh, they had 40 lbs of birdseed at a price I couldn't walk away from.) I tried to order everything without onion, I got tons of onion. At least I could pick it out of the salad. (I like onion, but it is a gut bomb. As it was, Loki actually swatted my gut at one burble. Jesus, getting old.)

I use IFTTT but not enough to get spammed, I think.

It only pings me when my doctor emails me, so that's about twice a year. It's just that he's done so twice in two days and I got that weird spam text right afterwards.

NOT ONLY AM I BACK ON THE NORMAL REGIMEN, he will consider an extra dose whenever I have a procedure (::sigh::, how non-rocket science is being ready for pain, even if you can't get in front of it??).

In a perfect world, though, no more procedures for a while. I've just had two in, like, two months.

Make sure you have all the possible pain-lessening options that are available to you.

It's clear I'm "on my own"¹ on this one, so yeah. My mother will be over the moon. She's been trying to get me on pot instead of dilaudid for months. If I take some instead of an extra visit to an ER, she will feel much better. I should tell her.

¹Clearly that doesn't take into account you splendid people.

We need to open delurking.

Oh, ita, yes, that sounds very sensible. Just don't go the Maureen Dowd route and take four times the normal dose all at once...

Steph, I'm glad you are taking a break. And I want to reiterate what everyone else said. As someone who sometimes hires contractors, I want to know if I've given someone too much work for them reasonably to do. Because if they can't meet my deadline by themselves, or will burn themselves out too much to be able to continue working for me, I need to have a backup plan.

Also, as (I hope) a decent human being, I don't want to ruin someone's life by burdening them with too much work to be done in a reasonable work week.

So please, DO push back against these people, and explain (because they may not understand) that you can't actually do it all to their schedule, and still be healthy enough to continue meeting their deadlines. Part of working with a contractor, and not a regular employee, is accepting that the contractor can set some of the terms of the job.

Anyway, my dinner was crackers and the end of a lump of Cowgirl Creamery Red Hawk cheese, which was great. And (apparently) too much Pisco. Woops.

Ah, England. I'm watching an old Time Team (archaeology around Britain), and they're talking about the layout of the town. "And then, it curves at the end of the Shit Brook." And they show it on the map, named Shit Brook. I wonder how long it takes for the youngsters to stop giggling over it every generation.

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Woohoo!

Wait, you can get either livers or gizzards at KFC? Oh right, the South.

ita, I love your light.