Also, this may be kind of a crip-specific frustration, but my mother really has to stop acting like "we" have a cracked bit of skin on "our" ass. Like, really, especially since it's been enough days that she's a bigger pain than the spot itself. I wish she had a garden. Or a day job...or something else to cultivate besides me.It's hard too, cause this isn't really a situation like with an able-bodied teenager...where I could do it myself but maybe wouldn't take the fourteen steps the doctor recommended...I do need some help with it(and really wish I didn't for the first time in a while...the condo isn't big enough for full-on #MothersFromHell and it's like the more frustrated I feel the more she wants to show me how There she is...
Tara ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The exterminator is here. I told him that I'm extremely phobic, and asked him to please just tell me as few details as possible that would let me avoid seeing or picturing anything. He seemed to understand. I'm waiting outside while he does whatever he's doing.
Yay! It should be straightforward for him to deal with any issues.
He did some stuff, and sealed up some gaps in the outside wall, and told me to avoid one closet, and he's coming back on Thursday.
That sounds nice and specific without being traumatizing. Are you over your stomach bug?
Pretty much over the stomach bug, I think. Still not totally better, but I ate some noodles and tofu for dinner, and my stomach isn't protesting.
The exterminator came again, and he said that everything should be OK now, and he's coming back once more next week.
Yay! It's good to hear it was handled quickly.
Just emailed the instructor for my genealogy class, asking for an extension for a day or two on the assignment due tonight, since I really haven't been able to concentrate on it as much as I should, with all the panic attacks I've been having. At the moment, maybe about 75% of it is written, and several of my footnotes are things like "Figure out how to cite probate file," and it desperately needs to be proofread because I know that I wasn't consistent about verb tenses, and the writing could stand to be polished a bit. (It was a fun assignment to write. We were supposed to use something from our own research. I've only got one branch of my family that's been in the US for long enough to use for this. I started with a woman -- the wife of one of my relatives -- who died in 1916, and nothing from her adult life shows her parents' names, or even directly states her maiden name. Her obituary mentioned two siblings, though, and so I researched them, and still no parents' names, but through them, I found the names of a few more siblings, and ended up with five siblings, with birth dates for each, but still no parents' names. But then I show that there's only one family in the 1860 census with five siblings with those names and ages, and so that gets the parents' names and some information about the parents.)