Timelies all!

When Gary gets home we're going to load up his car and head to Philcon.

We've spent the last couple of hours trying to figure out whose benefits to be on. Good problem to have, I know, but the next person who bitches to me about socialized medicine is going to get a fucking earful.

That must be hard, ND. Sorry.

Sorry, ND. It's a sign of a good boss that they agonize over a necessary departure.

My CBD oil experiment seems to be working out well -- if nothing else, I can use it as an intervention drug for fibro aches.

Well, I've just spent about two hours going through the pages and pages of massage therapists who SUPPOSEDLY according to my insurer take their insurance, but so far none of them do. There may be one that's 15 miles away or something, there were SEVENTEEN PAGES of people listed supposedly within 1 mile of my zip code (so many were >1 mile from me, but). I know I need to eat something because I am getting weepy and frustrated and in pain. I want someone to massage my damn hip and I want my insurance to pay for it because it IS a medical problem! Fucking hell.

I'd normally just pay for it myself but (a) this IS something my insurance IS supposed to pay for, and (b) I've spent a lot of freaking money on health care or because of this broken leg this year and it's not over yet (I may still owe an ambulance company $2500, I've spent a lot of money on the stupid scooters, on having the cleaning lady come a couple extra times in the next couple months, on grocery delivery, I really owe my friends I stayed with a nice dinner or something, but Jesus Christ, I make good money and I'm bleeding it out here...) (I do not mean to be begging or anything--to be clear, I have savings! I am not one of the Americans who couldn't pull together $400 in an emergency, and I'd rather my friends come hang out with me than order me dinner! But still, this is not something I'd been saving FOR, if you get my meaning). Plus the whole frustration of getting around. And pain. And so on and so forth. Disruption to my life.

I feel like I can't vent on FB quite the same, it's a little too public.

I definitely vote for socialized medicine. Even if I wouldn't get massage. Fuck.

Ugh, that sounds so frustrating, meara!

I have an hour left of work and basically no brain left to work with.

Oh meara, I wish I were closer and actually capable of a decent massage! Everything is harder to deal with when you are in pain. {{Hugs}}

Thanks everyone. Yes, this is the part of being the owner that is hard, and I do take it very seriously. I know it's the right decision, but yeah. I need a bourbon.

Looking back over the years the biggest mistake I have made in business was not making those decisions when I should have. We have kept people on past when it made sense. May the bourbon help!

That is why I can never even be a real manager. I have a hard time having "crucial conversations". I am good with student workers about that, but I find it almost impossible with people my age or older. I've tried to be better about it now that I am training someone, but sometimes, in the moment, I am just flabbergasted by people.

To distract myself from my work stress, I am getting obsessed with making keto friendly thanksgiving dressing. I have looked at a lot of recipes, and determined that I don't have the bandwith to also bake keto bread, so it looks like cauliflower is the base. Last year I tried eggplant and it was not a success.

Most of the recipes don't include broth, and I feel like that is an essential ingredient, but clearly cauliflower has more water than bread. The way I was taught to make stuffing was to leave the bread to dry overnight, and in the morning boil the turkey neck/liver/other random things that come with the turkey. Then you spice the dry bread, celery and onion, cut up the liver into tiny pieces and add to the mixture pour in the broth and an egg. The moosh it up with your hands and stuff in bird to cook/put in pan to bake.

Do you think I could do that, but with cauliflower? This type of stuffing is basically glop. so maybe I would be satisfied with a sort of baked cauliflower mash with seasonings and turkey bits?