Cindy. I am simply inarticulate with rage over this. I'm very glad to hear your son is recovering well after his treatment...lapse. I await the unleashing of maternal rage on those responsible, and want you to know I have your back in any practical or emotional way possible.

If one can wish peace and recovery *and* swift retribution at the same time, well, I do.

All good news, Cindy. Wishing him pain-ease and heal-ma.

When I finally got to talk to the doctor who wrote the prescription, she blamed it on someone else and refused to talk to me about it.

I think this would have been a good instance to ask if she'd rather talk to the Virginia Board of Medicine about the matter when defending her license. Even if it was the Malpractice Fairy who actually snuck in and wrote the prescription, it's her responsibility to monitor the meds being prescribed in her name.

Cindy, Christ wept. That's so terrifying and I am just furious for you.

I talked through the whole sequence of eff up events with the surgeon today and with the charge nurse. They've instituted a unit-wide review, because not only were there failures, the fail-safes failed too.

Jesus.

(I am so glad that my recent kidney stone procedure went smoothly. This is the kind of thing that makes me scared to get anything medical done.)

I was drifting off to sleep and earthquake, so now I'm awake.

Cindy I'm glad your son is doing better. I'm so sorry y'all had to go through that. I hope there are real meaningful changed made at the hospital.

Earthquake! Still have never had the experience.

My son has an arraignment day in court today. Wish me make~it~all~go~away~ma. Too much going on in life. Trying to wrap up about a billion work things so I can go north. Then I will have the too rushed drive to NY, an absurdly hectic few days with too many people in my house, then closing it down for the winter, then the too rushed drive back to FL towing the boat.

I need a vacation, but somehow I managed to set up my life where I have business demands 24/7/365.

The earthquake rumbled me wide awake at about 10:30. Nothing like waiting for aftershocks to put a person on edge, wondering where the closest pair of shoes might be.

Even after being back in California for 14 years, my first thought when I feel an earthquake is "maybe it's a big truck going by?". It's never a big truck. Big trucks don't even come that near my house.

Miss Kitty was not bothered at all. She's so chill.

I feel like I have to report on my breakfast just because it's kind of odd - amaranth porridge with pepper jack cheese. Pretty good!

Oh! I feel like some of you will appreciate this: one of the people I had staying with me this weekend is a roustabout! That's his job! He had just finished moving a Cirque du Soleil show to Atlanta.