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I have 29 blogs to write by tomorrow and an additional 10 to write by Sunday. I also have 13 Wordpress sites to un-hack.
*Checks stash*
Coffee? Check.
Peppermint gum? Check.
Terrible music on Spotify? Check.
Challenge accepted.
Need a ghost ghost writer?
So the MRI of my brain today found nothing. Or, more accurately, they confirmed that there really is a brain in there, and that said brain is infested with a teeny tiny cyst that is of very little concern. This is not the cyst you are looking for, apparently. Come back next year to look at it again. So I've got that going for me.
I'm going to be celibate until I die alone and my cat eats me.
Which is less bleak than thought of ever feeling like this again.
I just google image-searched for antennae and picked out a few I liked. I try to sort of alternate them so none of them get overheated and melt on the pages.@SW, where did you get that positive vibes broadcast antenna of yours? I see that I ought to be getting one and giving it a preset for my approximate west by northwest.
I just google image-searched for antennae and picked out a few I liked. I try to sort of alternate them so none of them get overheated and melt on the pages.
I have 29 blogs to write by tomorrow and an additional 10 to write by Sunday. I also have 13 Wordpress sites to un-hack.
*Checks stash*
Coffee? Check.
Peppermint gum? Check.
Terrible music on Spotify? Check.
Challenge accepted.
I'm going to be celibate until I die alone and my cat eats me.
Which is less bleak than thought of ever feeling like this again.
I have 29 blogs to write by tomorrow and an additional 10 to write by Sunday. I also have 13 Wordpress sites to un-hack.
*Checks stash*
Coffee? Check.
Peppermint gum? Check.
Terrible music on Spotify? Check.
Challenge accepted.
Well, we finally seem to have things set up. We drive down to Omaha Sunday (7-8 hours of driving) and stay overnight in a motel. I have a cardiology consult Monday morning to make sure my heart is healthy enough for surgery, then an anesthesiology consult later Monday to discuss meds, reactions, etc., to make sure I'm not deathly allergic to the anesthetics they'll want to use. Tuesday afternoon, I see the neurosurgeon and discuss what it is in my head that they haven't yet figured out what it is, and what he'd like to do about/with it (biopsy and/or surgery to remove it). The biopsy and/or surgery are then scheduled for Thursday morning some time. I'm not sure how long the neurosurgeon will want me to be in the hospital beforehand, for meds and food control, but I'll probably have to stay there for 1-3 days for observation afterward, then come home.
All positive thoughts and wishes, prayers or offerings to who/whatever would be greatly appreciated, y'all. Thanks.
ETA: Oh. I'm determined I'm going to the local casino to play a poker tournament tomorrow (Thursday) evening, since I'm not sure how long it may be before I'm allowed to drive, etc., afterward, so some positive vibes from 7-10 PM (Central {US} Time) could be helpful, too!
Don't do it. One less kinky woman and one more smug cat.
Positive vibes on their way.
My cat was reading this over my shoulder and said I should tell you that cats will be smug no matter what humans do.
Then she looked really smug.
Thanks, y'all. The members of this board continue to astound me with the depth of caring that they exhibit to and for people they probably will never meet in the flesh or even talk to on a telephone.
This board IS a community, even though it's spread out across the world and most of its timezones.
Depends on how much/loudly the buddy snores.naps are better with a buddy.
Well there's smug, and there's smug, fat and curled up dozing in your bleached rib cage.
Depends on how much/loudly the buddy snores.
Damn.
My second cousin (third cousin? not sure) hung himself today.
His 15-year-old daughter died in a car wreck around Christmas. He had other problems, too. I guess today was just the end of the line for him.
We weren't close. I think I only ever saw him maybe two or three times in my life. It's just...I dunno. The demons that run through that side of the family are so obviously genetic, and it just makes me sad that none of us can ever really escape them.
*Shakes head sadly*