Down with capitalism, up with naps!

I am all for you winning the lottery, meara. I am all for me winning the lottery, too, but I'm pretty sure you have to buy a ticket first and that is just too much trouble (a bunch of my co-workers have a pool that buys tickets as a group and I'm sure it all makes perfect sense to them but listening to their conversations it sounds extremely complicated)

I am here for naps. I think I might actually wake up if it *ever stopped raining!* We did have a bit of clear weather yesterday, that was nice. Today? Raining. Hibernation sounds reeeally good.

Timelies all!

Hibernation does sound good, but not possible with Mr. S around. When getting up at 8:30 on Saturday morning is "sleeping in", you know your life has changed.

The co-workers have somehow become enthralled by some super-duper auto-scooping cat box. They're passing around the link and saying how cool it is. One of them paused then said, "You know, put that by the side of the bed, roll over in the morning for a bit, then roll back over and go back to sleep." Silence, as the other guys wrestled with "Dear god, how lazy and gross are you?" vs "I can't deny that would be kind of cool."

I love my weird geek male co-workers who are all young enough to be my children.

Steph, I don't know how I keep losing track of it, but would you post your peanut butter cookie (flourless? 4-ingredient?) recipe again? Thanks in advance.

So today was a round of tests to see which category of a particular genetic syndrome I fall into - one is an easy bet bc of all the dislocations & bendy-test stuff, but we're trying to rule out a more complex crossover with another version because I have characteristics there too. I had three doctors to do circus tricks for for over an hour (bendy tests = circus tricks)? And got referrals to four more doctors? this feels like madness after 12 years of being told it's nothing/ it's all of these things that it wasn't / it's anxiety! (it's not anxiety, jerks) -- there's a lot more to this, but I am realizing now just how depressed I've been about this whole stupid body thing and for how long. It's going to be a lot of work, and there's no real fix for some of it, but just having people say "we're going to work on this together and we have made you a plan" was ridiculously good to hear and I'm having a hard time believing they said it.

1 cup creamy peanut butter
1 cup sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 egg
extra sugar for rolling the dough balls in

Preheat the oven to 350. Mix the peanut butter and sugar by hand, which is a pain in the ass. Then add the baking powder and the egg, and mix until well combined. Make dough balls (I make mine a bit smaller than a golf ball, but you can make them bigger if you want and they'll bake fine), roll the dough balls in sugar, and then put them on a cookie sheet with parchment paper or a silicone baking mat. Make the criss-cross fork thing on the dough balls, and then bake for 10 minutes.

When they come out of the oven, let the cookies rest on the cookie sheet for 5 minutes before moving them to a cooking rack to cool.

just having people say "we're going to work on this together and we have made you a plan" was ridiculously good to hear and I'm having a hard time believing they said it.

Sometimes what you need the most, what helps the most, is knowing that you're believed and supported. (I guess that applies to more than just health.)

It's going to be a lot of work, and there's no real fix for some of it, but just having people say "we're going to work on this together and we have made you a plan" was ridiculously good to hear and I'm having a hard time believing they said it.

Ooof, I've had two friends told (for years) they were crazy/hysterical/all-in-their-head despite manifesting physical symptoms for major chronic illness. And yes, the medical gaslighting is incredibly damaging. Gee, were they both women? You know how hysterical women get.