Great news, Lisa Sending good thoughts to your family, Dana. I probably just started a big fight on facebook trying to get other disabled people not to define them/ourselves by our IQs. I don't really care-- that's fucked. I know it starts from school and being evaluated all the time and how great(/sarcasm font) it feels being, you know, "exceptional" on two, different, wildly disparate fronts, but we're grown now and permanent records aren't real--although, naturally, I related to the Original Poster's sense that it can be hard to find Your People on a regular basis, etc. Very proud of self for not chiming in with own big number and mini-resume with list of published credits or similar, though why I wrote that like Bridget Jones is anyone's guess, though I guess I can finish the schtick and say that, as a sign of where I am that is vvg. Old conditioning in that area dies hard, but thankfully, it does die. ETA: Solidarity does have its interpersonal limits, and doesn't make as much of a party trick, but being an Exception is exhausting(and ableist and slightly racist...I almost wish nobody told me, but some of that "enrichment" stuff was kind of cool, although why people couldn't just try it out anyway...well, I guess that's another topic.)

I am so sorry Dana.

I am unfortunately getting into the sad part of my process. Even though we are having no service as part of my mother’s wishes and also me not wanting to deal with work people, I am begin to wish for closure. It has been hard for ten years because I am bossypants and asking for help and my mother did not respond well to bossypants or any help. I had a nice conversation with a neighbor. But I think we may need to do something sooner with a close circle, just a dinner or something. My mom did a great job cleaning out my grandparents stuff, so everything that is left is hers or truly family memories.

Sending love to you and your family, Dana.

Continuing to send wishes for strength and comfort, Sophia.

Dana, that's rough. I hope you can find some peaceful moments in there.

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But I think we may need to do something sooner with a close circle, just a dinner or something.

Sophia, that sounds like a lovely, low-key thing to do that isn't an actual service, so it would be something for you while also respecting your mother's wishes.

Tim seems to be recovering well, but he's off work for at least another week, and wow do I need my alone time SO BADLY. In the meantime, I am about to: (1) make protein blueberry muffins, (2) hard-boil a bunch of eggs, and (3) wash the dishes. (I have already: made brunch, did a load of laundry, gone on a teeny tiny walk outside with Tim, wrangled a small design project for the nuns, and talked to my mom for Mother's Day.)

I have a follow-up appointment tomorrow with the shitty ortho bro, where I will be asking him if now is when we switch my care over to an ortho person who does hip replacements, since shitty ortho bro made it clear at my appointment in January that he doesn't do hip replacements. There's really no point in me wasting his valuable ortho bro time, or in him wasting his shitty ortho bro attitude on me. Hopefully I will also be getting another steroid shot in my hip, because it's really starting to hurt again.

I work with ortho bros occasionally. Go around the ortho bro.

What do you think of Dr. Glaucomflecken's portrayal of ortho bro?

I think with orthos it's either bro or Sheldon Cooper, but I hope somebody gets a good one.

Timelies all!

Happy Mothers' Day to all Buffista mothers and mother figures.

It's been a rough day here. Mr. S has been hyper all day(and yes, he did get his morning meds). I've been missing my mom all day.(Gary told Mr. S that I was sad, and why, and of course he got sad because everything is about him.) My MIL came over and we ordered dinner from a nice Italian restaurant.

{{{Dana}}}

I took Mom out for Mother's Day lunch, which turned out to be at the best local Chinese/Pan-Asian place because the American-style chain restaurants were already swamped at 11:30. It worked out well, nice calm non-crowded interior and she really liked the food and appreciated being in control of portion size. (I can't wrap my head around loving Americanized Chinese food but hating Japanese, Vietnamese, and Thai, which are all superior cuisines to my taste buds. But yay! cashew chicken and crab rangoons I guess.) Tomorrow we're off to the hospital again, this time for her latest cancer surgery—no worries there aside from being left hanging about check-in time, as we're pretty used to the routine at this point.

{{{Dana}}}

{{{Sophia}}}

I have been crossing Pennsylvania all day. It’s pretty, but there’s a lot of it and I am tired.