Ugh for the new insurance. Yay for Tep advice!

I have won the prize of bronchitis trending toward pneumonia. Prescriptions of prednisone, an inhaler, and cough suppressant will be mine shortly.

{{{Atropa}}} hooray for prescriptions, I think.

Ah, that bittersweet feeling when I am done with the WFH day and realize I have no food in the house. If I want dinner I will have to get dressed. It’s very much not like Downton Abbey.

Not to contradict you, -t, but there are many food delivery services specifically so you *don't* have to get dressed.

Glad you've got a diagnosis and (hopefully) good meds on the way, Atropa!

That’s true, Epic, but that would mean someone coming to my house and I can’t be having that today. Getting dressed is the lesser evil.

I have won the prize of bronchitis trending toward pneumonia.

As far as non-flu illnesses go, that's...still lousy. Boo.

Prescriptions of prednisone, an inhaler, and cough suppressant will be mine shortly.

Excellent. Healing vibes to you and your lungs.

SMG is on tonight's Drag Race and says, "I'm jealous of all these queens -- I'm a mere Prinze" and I loled.

SMG is on tonight's Drag Race and says, "I'm jealous of all these queens -- I'm a mere Prinze" and I loled

Hah I wonder how long she saved that one up for

I went out dancing while visiting my sister in Philly! My reward for taking my dad to the bank to do a bunch of updates earlier today. It was fun, but mostly because I found a boy from San Francisco who also didn’t know most of the dances they were doing! I’ll try to go back next time I’m in town though

Got to LAX, so freaking glad to be home. Took the shuttle to the economy parking lot. Realized I never packed my car keys. ND drove the car down and parked here when he came out to help midweek, and he has his spare key...in Florida. He gets home tomorrow. So now I'm in a Lyft muttering, "It's only money" over and over again.

Also, caregiver J (who lived with Dad the last six months, trading no rent for part time care) is having difficulty finding an apartment because landlords want two months of paystubs and he just started his new nursing job at the beginning of January, despite the fact I gave him a generous check (with some help from a dear friend) as a thank you and because I know he's broke and this has upended his entire life. So he may have to be in the condo an extra month, which delays everything and is painful for all involved. I spent this week cleaning out all of the stuff that meant something to me or other family members and am really ready to do the final work I need to do to get it cleaned out, repainted, and put on the market. I have the death certificates now, so I can at least start the process of accessing his annuity, which will get me through the period until I can put the condo on the market and allow me to pay back some of the massive expenses of this month, so that's something. But man.

I've been trying to live in a place of gratitude, but I'm so damned tired. I go back to work Monday and am not ready but have no more PTO and my colleagues who have been covering me really need a break. And it will be good to be with them and have that distraction. I'm just so tired.

And I picked up Dad's ashes today. And January can bite me.

Thanks for coming to my bitter-ass TED talk.