Poor Hil. Sucks to be so achy.
Lucky dog, to have happened on Barb.
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Poor Hil. Sucks to be so achy.
Lucky dog, to have happened on Barb.
I don't know why I'm numbering this.
Because numeration is comforting to you?
Perhaps.
OK, painkillers are finally working enough that I think I can get to sleep.
Well, that whole "going to bed" thing isn't quite working. I've been exhausted all day. Why can't I sleep now?
Hil, pain sucks. (I want a t-shirt with that on.) I hope you can sleep soon.
Me, it's up-time here. Going to do essay reading, maybe go out and find tea bags (living without for any length of time is not a good idea - homocidal-me does not get on with essays). Wonder if I can fit in a massage too.
Hil, Feel better. I hope you can get some sleep tonight. I too am whimpering on the couch, but I slept a bit first.
No massage appointments til Tuesday, but I've booked one. Go me, for doing something (eventually) rather than just chattering about it.
I've not actually been there myself. I am not a fan of hummus
I'm gonna risk my nationality here and say that even though I can appreciate good hummus (Abu Gosh! Abu Gosh! Abu Gosh!), I agree with that. Hummus isn't food, for me. It's a snack, or a side dish, and rarely within reach.
pain sucks
Unless you're a masochist, or just find it arousing.
(I'm not helping, I know. Hil, anything new you can try with the pains? Any new med? Kill-With-Mere-Thought?)
Good luck with the dog, Barb.
And of course, Yay Burrell And No Cancer! Woot!
Gronklies. I got a bit of sleep, woke up a few times. Feeling a bit better today.
Pets Hil
Hope today and tonight will be a lot better for you, and pain-free.
Am looking for the BBC's radio play of H2G2, but the link that was given to me doesn't work anymore. I have it on a soon-to-fall-into-pieces-cassette, but a friend wanted to download it too.