Angelus ,'Smile Time'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
((GC & DW))
Congratulations, vw!
Happy birthday, Sean!
The baby slept for five consecutive hours last night, I've had a shower, and my stitches must be dissolving because I can suddenly stand up straight today. IOW, I feel almost human, again.
Have I mentioned here that I was happy she was born on the 18th, because I kept thinking in hospital that Anne Bolyn lost her head on May 19th? I'd have to look it up to be sure.
Eta: Good luck ~ma, Nora!
GC, I'm sorry about DW's uncle. That's horrible. Especially after thinking he was okay. {{both of you}}
Happy birthday, Sean!
This Erin is a Buffista, right? Someone just posted the video to the American Medical Writers Association group on LinkedIn.
This Erin is a Buffista, right?
Yes.
Have I mentioned here that I was happy she was born on the 18th, because I kept thinking in hospital that Anne Bolyn lost her head on May 19th? I'd have to look it up to be sure
ah, a Buffista even in the midst of birth. The Buffy is strong in this one.
Happy Birthday, Sean!!! I hope this year is wonderful for you!
Interview~ma, Nora!
Congratulations, vw!
{{{GC and DW}}} I'm so very sorry for your loss.
Interview~~ma Nora!!
And congrats, VW!! You smart thing, you!!!
yeah, you would think that they would let you know.
They asked, "Oh, didn't you get the letter?"
Um... no. If I had and intended to remain a patient, don't you think I would have done something about it?
The thing that really frosts my cookies about it is the blasé, "Well, you can just reregister as a new patient," routine. I mean, Lewis is a patient there, my in-laws are patients there, I've been a patient there-- you'd think there would be some proviso for expediting a reregistration.
Big hugs for GC and wife.
Thanks to you awesome people for the birthday wishes.
This Erin is a Buffista, right?
Yes.
I thought so! She also shows up as a Person I May Know on Facebook.
It's been a hell of a week at Chez Neil.
I was scheduled to work on Memorial Day. I was looking forward to it, major holidays are perfect for watching DVDs at work. At 2 AM, however, I wake up with chills and heat all over my body like I'd taken a megadose of niacin. Having a worried cat plastered against me didn't help. Temp of 101.
Doc the next morning diagnoses a virus of some sort in my lungs, thankfully not influenza. So I get a note to take two days off from work to lay around feeling shaky and cold and hot and blah.
Come to work Wednesday, discover what looks like a bug bite on my leg--yay, Hubby, for insisting I join everyone for the Mem Day bbq in the backyard--that has developed a worrisome rash. I don't need opportunistic infections when I've got a virus in my lungs. Take Wednesday afternoon off to trundle back to the docs.
Discover that my white blood count is "almost normal." Yay. Also that somewhere along the lines of this I've sprained my ankle. Probably a stumble sometime while I groggily made my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
So today my lungs feel fine, the bug bite is lightly prickling, and my ankle is advocating for removal.
And my period started.
I would like something to knock me out for the next three days so I don't have to put up with this until Monday, when I go in to watch over Hubby as he gets his elbow operated on.
Decade of the '00s? You're on The List.