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28 May 2007 23:34![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maystoneI'm still tired. Heh.
Busy, busy day. Mostly running around, but it takes up a lot of time, eh. Tomorrow will be more of the same. I'm hoping for a stay-at-home-and-get-things-done day on Wednesday, but time will tell. I feel so behind on everything. I need a list. Several lists. A list of lists. Yeah, that should help. (Umm, that was sarcasm.)
(Note to Dar: Val is still straining, poor guy. Maybe some slippery elm tomorrow?)
Sorry about that. Both Dar and Maddie's computers are kaput, so there's some musical chairs going on with all of us. Hopefully that will be all set to rights soon.
Mommacat and her kitties (another great fake band name, folks!) are doing well from what I can see. Apparently she has the tragic habit of taking her kittens off to hide them when they reach a certain age but are still defenseless - and then she forgets where she hid them and they die. I'm not sure when she's going to be doing that with this batch, so I kind of have a knot in my stomach when I go to check on the little feline family. So far, so good. We're really going to have to come up with a plan for protecting the little guys from momma's bad instincts. Anyone want a kitty?
I got a package from my brother and SIL today (squirrel socks, protein bars, and a plastic iguana. It's a thing.) and a most generous gift certificate from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
malterre to LUSH, because I am going to pamper myself or else she's going to kill me, right? Bwah! Damn, I never thanked you properly in email. OK, now I'm all embarrassed.
My doctor's appointment is tomorrow. I wonder how it'll go. I think she thinks I'm a hypochondriac/nutcase with probable drug seeking behavior. Or I could just be paranoid. (See "nutcase" in the previous sentence but one.) I'm hoping that she takes this complaint seriously, and I can get to the bottom of all this pain and aching and fatigue. I was telling Dar the other day that I had a bit of a breakthrough. You know how I was moaning about getting the gbs done so that I would have better mobility and yet here I am limping and barely able to climb stairs? Well it just occurred to me how much worse everything would be if I hadn't had the surgery and lost all that weight. I'd probably be in a wheelchair now. So let that be a lesson to me: it may not be a pretty walk these days, but at least it is walking.
I was joking with my brother about how much I represent the stages of human evolution when I get up in the morning. The first couple of feet I'm walking all hunched over, shambling along with my knuckles practically dragging, then I slowly get more upright until I get to the kitchen where I'm able to stand erect. The Supremacy of the Human Species! I rule.
Enough nattering. Me for bed. Oooh, one last thing. I was watching some TV, trying to lure myself into sleep when I saw that one of the channels was showing "North and South." According to the info, it was the Patrick Swayze Civil War mini-series cheesefest, so I figured what the hell. That oughta knock me out. Instead I think I stumbled across the show that many on my flist were all gah-gah over: northern England during the 19th century, labor troubles, star-crossed lovers thingie. I only saw the first part, and now I don't know how it ends. I guess it's a happy ending for the lovers anyway, but I really wish I could track down the last two hours or however long it runs.
Night all.
Busy, busy day. Mostly running around, but it takes up a lot of time, eh. Tomorrow will be more of the same. I'm hoping for a stay-at-home-and-get-things-done day on Wednesday, but time will tell. I feel so behind on everything. I need a list. Several lists. A list of lists. Yeah, that should help. (Umm, that was sarcasm.)
(Note to Dar: Val is still straining, poor guy. Maybe some slippery elm tomorrow?)
Sorry about that. Both Dar and Maddie's computers are kaput, so there's some musical chairs going on with all of us. Hopefully that will be all set to rights soon.
Mommacat and her kitties (another great fake band name, folks!) are doing well from what I can see. Apparently she has the tragic habit of taking her kittens off to hide them when they reach a certain age but are still defenseless - and then she forgets where she hid them and they die. I'm not sure when she's going to be doing that with this batch, so I kind of have a knot in my stomach when I go to check on the little feline family. So far, so good. We're really going to have to come up with a plan for protecting the little guys from momma's bad instincts. Anyone want a kitty?
I got a package from my brother and SIL today (squirrel socks, protein bars, and a plastic iguana. It's a thing.) and a most generous gift certificate from
malterre to LUSH, because I am going to pamper myself or else she's going to kill me, right? Bwah! Damn, I never thanked you properly in email. OK, now I'm all embarrassed.My doctor's appointment is tomorrow. I wonder how it'll go. I think she thinks I'm a hypochondriac/nutcase with probable drug seeking behavior. Or I could just be paranoid. (See "nutcase" in the previous sentence but one.) I'm hoping that she takes this complaint seriously, and I can get to the bottom of all this pain and aching and fatigue. I was telling Dar the other day that I had a bit of a breakthrough. You know how I was moaning about getting the gbs done so that I would have better mobility and yet here I am limping and barely able to climb stairs? Well it just occurred to me how much worse everything would be if I hadn't had the surgery and lost all that weight. I'd probably be in a wheelchair now. So let that be a lesson to me: it may not be a pretty walk these days, but at least it is walking.
I was joking with my brother about how much I represent the stages of human evolution when I get up in the morning. The first couple of feet I'm walking all hunched over, shambling along with my knuckles practically dragging, then I slowly get more upright until I get to the kitchen where I'm able to stand erect. The Supremacy of the Human Species! I rule.
Enough nattering. Me for bed. Oooh, one last thing. I was watching some TV, trying to lure myself into sleep when I saw that one of the channels was showing "North and South." According to the info, it was the Patrick Swayze Civil War mini-series cheesefest, so I figured what the hell. That oughta knock me out. Instead I think I stumbled across the show that many on my flist were all gah-gah over: northern England during the 19th century, labor troubles, star-crossed lovers thingie. I only saw the first part, and now I don't know how it ends. I guess it's a happy ending for the lovers anyway, but I really wish I could track down the last two hours or however long it runs.
Night all.
