There's a wildfire inside the valley and my menstrual cycle decided to stage a comeback tour after a year's silence. I was so surprised I was about to go to urgent care to report unexpected bleeding from the nether parts. Then I recognized the discomfort and remembered I was still female. What the fuck, body? Did the chest X-ray yesterday (checking out the lungs) nudge something? Stop it! 58 is a perfecly good age to not do this anymore!
Buffy ,'Empty Places'
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 left a mousetrap in my pantry. It's empty (I would probably be fleeing the house if it weren't), but it's creeping me out every time I see it. I just put an empty box over it. That'll do for now.
Hil I hope someone van can remove the mouse trap for you soon.
Today started out well. I found $30 in my purse.
But I wasn't feeling well and I stabbed myself with the gun thing we use to attach tags to clothes and this is the second time. It has to be disinfected and an asst manager took away my privelage of using it. "For your safety" they were nice about it.
But I was already feeling bad and had been acting chipper to try and feel better. I started crying because I was feeling bad and asked id I could go home and I can and did it just counts against me. And i get three of these unexcused and I'm either fired or written up. I think it's fired. I just keep crying on and off.
I'm also frustrated because I worked in shoes when I was on the verge of heat exhaustion and should have gone home and I hoped I could get a little slack for that. I'm also worried what will happen if I get sensory overload at Christmas and have to go home or something.
my brother got checked again and I guess he is fine. Just got, you know...muggle-sick and overheated(also maybe House was right about some places' lab facilities.) But his vague complaints now sounded like the vague complaints from then.To which I so helpfully said "Go to the doctor, then, ya big baby."(still feel kind of bad about that, even if he was also pushing my buttons and stuff.) Thanks for the health vibes.
Muggle-sick is good, especially in this instance!
Def better than an autoimmune flare or some kind of urological cancer, sure. I would suggest, if you get a strange lab result from a doctor you don't know, it's worth getting checked by someone who knows you. he's feeling better now, just...his resistance is down because of the stuff he takes.
Scheduled a tit-squishing for September. Yay.
I really need to do that now that I'm 48.
Jacqueline just had her tit squished.