Your migraine doctor sucks, ita.

Yes he does

Oh, Burrell, that sounds like a lot! Several separate exhausting things all in one weekend of suck.

Relatedly, I have got to clear out my spare room this weekend, and I think most of the stuff in there is still my grandmother's. I will be relieved/disappointed if it turns out to be mostly my crap! I should not have that much crap. But we shall see.

I'm glad you can tell us this stuff, Burrell. It's hard workk, being there for other grieving people, as well as the obviously hard work of being the one who has to clean out mouse nests, etc.

Your doctor's, ita. Jeesh. Glad for the early MRI, at least!

Nothing else gets accomplished today, probably.

Burrell, that's a heavy job.

Happy anniversary Sparky! Happy birthdays to JZ and Hec and JZ's dad.

I can't believe I was on my way home before I'd have been sliding into the original MRI. I don't know if this speeds up the epidural (it takes a while for the steroids to kick in in the mornings, so I had to have Mark Anthony take out my earrings), but I sure would like it.

I have been assuming it's outpatient.

Fuck, it better be outpatient.

Relatedly, I have got to clear out my spare room this weekend, and I think most of the stuff in there is still my grandmother's.

I hope it's all stuff that's easy to sort and throw out or donate. Sentimental items can be tricky.

I am pretty sure the epidural is outpatient, ita. My cousin's wife has had several, so I can ask her. She's coming up with Bob this afternoon, which I take as a sign that's she's feeling well these days as the 2 hour drive can be hard if her back is in pain.

I can't stop thinking about mortality these days. Another childhood friend's parent died--I was considering going back for the service but then it became all about my disc. My parents, their wishes, their deaths, their things, dealing, not dealing...

I'm sorry ita, that's rough. My condolences.

I hope it's all stuff that's easy to sort and throw out or donate.

I'm afraid I dealt with that level of stuff already, but literally have no idea, as I have been ignoring it all for six months!

My parents, their wishes, their deaths, their things, dealing, not dealing...

Uh huh.

Yeah, we're right at that age--too young to say out loud you're thinking about your own, but old enough you're feeling surrounded.

Nothing But Static's 10 most inconsolable cancellations: [link]

Poor Tim.

Apparently Joss verbed Google on TV. ALL HIS FAULT.