New baby! When Jacqueline was pregnant we Bitches were discussing New Baby scent, and I said my favorite thing is rubbing my upper lip and tip of my nose across a fuzzy near-bald infant head. So brief a time to do that in a baby's life. And Jacqueline said when Matilda came I was welcome to hold her and schnoozle her scalp. Physical distance prevented actually getting to do that, but I have and always will remember that moment of connection between Jacqueline and me.
Welcome, Arthur! It's a wild old world, but there are bright spots and beauties just waiting for you to discover!
Cereal post: Yay, Tim, and techs and other medical assist type people! Forth eolingas!!
I’m putting this down in my advance directive.
I expect my friends to sit around and drink their way through my whiskey collection.
Sorry I missed the zoom get-together-while apart. It sounds like an appropriate celebration of JZ. From her I gained an appreciation of baby toes - sometimes I'll see a baby in a stroller and think that she'd appreciate a set of especially adorable ones.
Timelies all!
Congrats Debet and family.
Meanwhile I took today off(and will take tomorrow off as well) to deal with house stuff. I just wish there was more clarity about what’s happening. Gary had been told that the last of the pack-out was going to happen today, so I took the day off to supervise.I get to the house this morning only to find out that the packers couldn’t get the truck today, so they would start taking up the flooring, which I don’t need to be around for. Had I known that, I could have gone into work late.
At least I have a ton of leave available.
No anti-inflammatory for six months?? Yikes.
No anti-inflammatory for six months?? Yikes.
It fucking sucks for him. He can (and does) take Tylenol, and he can use the topical Voltaren gel (which is an anti-inflammatory) on his elbows and wrists, but it's not as effective as just taking a diclofenac pill twice a day.
I started Votaren gel. for some hip pain (FUCK I AM OLD) but I definitely prefer the diclofenac pills for results.
Since the day I took JZ into the ER, Emily (aka, Emmett's Mom, or EM as I've noted her here) has been running the house for me. She moved in, slept on the couch. Does the cooking, does the dishes, cleans everything, takes Matilda to appointments, does laundry.
She's only taken Wednesdays off to go home and see her partner, Wayne.
We've been talking the whole time, whispered conversations in the kitchen.
At one point I said, "Everybody wants to support me but nobody's exactly worried for me. They know I'll get through it, as hard and painful as it is. In a way, I already know what to expect because we got divorced. I know what it's like to wake up one day and all of your routines and daily interactions and years of in-jokes just disappear and you stagger around and are lonely and slowly build up a new life."
And she said, "Aha! That's the third gift I've given you! The first is that you married Jacqueline because I divorced you. The second is that you got Matilda, and this is the third. You're welcome!"
