Kat, glad Grace is doing well. I hope they get you settled and comfortable soon.
My sis-in-law (well, ex, but she kept me) was robbed tonight at the Wal-Mart in Topeka. The guy took her purse and an undisclosed amount of gifts. Since she is a substitute teacher/waitress by trade she saves up for the year for niece and nephew gifts and pays in cash. She is physically ok, but very pissed off. I feel horrible for her.
Oh! Poor SIL. That totally blows.
Yes, lisa, it pulls out, but like twice and then you have to lift up. The CNA came in and did it for me. Plus is going to get linens and a cup so I can give Grace her final dinner.
That sucks, slayeroshadow. I'm glad she wasn't hurt, but still.
That sounds like the exact same bed chair! I never could get it exactly right. But it was shockingly fairly comfortable.
I'm glad she wasn't hurt, but still.
Considering she's worked in sports bars her entire adult life she knows how to handle herself. There's nothing quite worse than feeling powerless. I realize it's a full moon, but robbing someone during Christmas week is just cruel.
Douchetastic move on the SIL.
What is this? I can't work out how to read it.
In better news. I have a cute, freshly-bathed and blown-dry puppy in my lap.
Puppy!
I was gasping with laughter at the new Hyperbole & a Half:
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So. Awesome.
I had anesthesia when I had my D&C several years ago, pre-Ellie. When they knocked me out, I was very cold and scared and shaking and I woke up crying, which I remember, and the nurse was very quick with the Demerol. Which put me in the most relaxed state ever. I have this very clear memory of saying goodbye to that baby and telling him that I wouldn't forget him. Logically, I know that the emotional intensity I felt was related to the drugs, but it went a long way in giving me closure on that whole experience.