Yeah, I'd make my own shoes if I could, which would actually mean going barefoot because - newsflash - I cannot get to everything.
My neuro exam was clear and doc thinks it is BPPV and referred me to Physical Therapy - they can't see me for two weeks. But being fairly certain my head is not actually about to explode is very helpful and I'm pretty sure I won't damage myself if I try the Epley maneuver and don't quite get it right.
Oh, man, my coworker is trying to enter her first ever expense report and my boss is helping her and it is taking everything I have not to jump in and tell them exactly what is needed. Maybe I'd better put on headphones.
ION- I am super bored at work. There is nothing urgent for me to do and I'm uninterested, soooo, I've been doing stuff for my college reunion this spring. Emailing people and analyzing who is responding and % of who has been contacted for the whole list and mine. I can get lost in data gathering.
Mmm, that does sound fun.
That's good to hear, -t (the neuro exam, not so much the coworker's issues). If you have any questions about the Epley maneuver, please let me know. I couldn't find the handout my doc gave me on the Interwebs, but the first two pages of this one looks very similar. I hadn't seen the stuff on pages 3-4 before.
Thanks, bennett! That might be a little easier to consult in the middle of trying to do the thing than videos
I am the opposite. My first thought is can this task be delegated. I know my plate is full.
Thankfully, ND and I are on the same page with this. Obviously it's not always financially feasible, but if it is, anything we can take off our plates at the house gives us quality time together. For two busy people, that's worth its weight in gold.
Timelies all!
Gary has a meeting downtown today, tomorrow and Wed. that starts at 8 am. Which means a) the alarm goes off at 6 rather than 6:30 and b) I have to get Mr. S dressed and to school. I'm a bit tired, which is probably why I'm only wearing one pair of earrings today. (I realized I forgot the second pair as we were heading to school/daycare. Sigh.)
Um... I really hope Matt is joking about the pig-raising in his apartment building.
No, quite serious. Apparently, they can be litter trained, though I don't envy my neighbors the task of cleaning up after their "miniature pig" when its weight crosses into the triple digits.
I've discovered that pig squeals don't frighten my cats like people noises or dogs barking in teh stairwell do. They get curious and run to my door to listen and sniff.
