I'm so glad you're going to the ER, askye!

It's been busy at the ER so I'm still here. I just want to go home. Got medicine for the nausea and then the dizziness. It seems like the flashing lights caused a migraine. The dr said another CT scan wasn't needed since my first one looked good.

My restless leg problems have kicked in so that is not fun. If I was at home I would take some magnesium.. I think at this rate I'll be getting out of here right about the time the first people get to the store.

{{askye}} I hope you are home resting now.

Oh no, askye! Take care of yourself -- a friend of mine got a concussion from, I think, a suitcase falling out of the overhead storage on a bus (so not like something that sounds Serious), and really wasn't back at work for months. Concussions are no joke!

askye, I'm glad you went to the ER and aren't working today.

My Thanksgiving was... going fine until my uncle-in-law said they had news just as we sat down to eat, and then prodded my aunt into announcing she had lymphoma. Apparently he also sent a Facebook blast telling everyone about it without her permission or knowledge. No real details until she goes for a PET scan in a week and a half. We also got to listen to my aunt's voicemails from friends she had called yesterday with the news.

I'm worried for her and hoping what she has is eminently treatable, but the rest is, uh... those sure are some family dynamics right there.

Oh, no for both askye and shrift.

I hope you feel better, askye. Glad you went back to the ER.

shrift, so you think your aunt-in-law wanted to wait to announce until they had more info to share? That’s a shitty thing to do. Ugh.

I posted an anti-imperialism meme on FB—the one that asks to get rid of one Thanksgiving Day food or Imperialism. My fucking twin sister just posted, “without Imperialism, you wouldn’t be here, so I’m choosing gravy.” REALLY? THAT’S your hot take on rape and genocide?

eta I just replied, Thanks for the trite reply. I’m sure rape babies are glad rape still exists.

Yikes, Cashmere, that's pretty awful.

I had a lovely meal with a bunch of thirty-somethings, including three different stuffings and an amazing mac-and-cheese. My pie went over well but I still ended up bringing half of it home.

So, happy Pie-for-Breakfast Day!

Yikes, Cash.

I don't know how my aunt would've preferred to break the news, and I am hoping that her husband knows her better than I do, but I am questioning how he forced her. I don't know. Everyone has their own way of processing grief, so I'm trying to let it be. The panini hasn't made us LESS weird, after all.

I am once again glad and very lucky that my family gatherings, though loud and chaotic, are generally free of drama.