I've had non-hormone related flushes, and as they've been so rare, they are fascinating. They've always been hot, but hot the way icy-hot or bengay is, in that they're also sharp like cold is. Over in a couple minutes.

I always run hot part of my cycle, wake up sweaty in the morning, no matter how cold it is. And I'm a head-sweat-er normally, so ew. It nicely coincides with the part that runs me with no patience whatsoever and the focus of a gnat. Funtimes.

This hand cream I unearthed from my xmas stash smells like yellow lemon cake mix. Not batter, the mix. Down to that baking-soda edge. Kinda makes me want to eat my hands.

Sara has secret yellow cake, invade her!

Broccoli experiment a total success. FTR, 15 mi at 450F + 15 more minutes in the oven with the heat turned off = yum!

Several of my facebook friends are either dermatologists or work for dermatologists. Apparently "get Botox in time for Valentine's Day!" is a thing now.

So I'm home finally. Dad slipped & fell in the shower. I think he hit his head on the wall, and then the floor, because he has lacerations on both temples and the back of his head. Takes some skill to do that!

And he broke his jaw.

I hate the medical establishment. The hospital didn't have anyone on staff who could do anything about his jaw, and the maxillo-facial surgeon they referred me to basically said they only take dental insurance, not medical. I nearly snapped the nurse's head off. Appointment tomorrow to see what they need to do.

So this is fun. Dad looks like he was in a bar brawl, huge bruises all over. I took his dog home so he doesn't have to deal with walking him, and the staff are going to check on him every hour.

I'm SO GLAD January is over, so I could get home and pour myself a glass of Petite Syrah.

Dag, that sounds terrible! Poor you guys.

Wow, that's a complicated fall! Extra glad he had the emergency call button available. And very glad have wine now.

Oh, lordie. I'm watching last night's Colbert report, and Stephen just weighed in as a Harmonian. Good lord.

God, Consuela. They couldn't call someone in about his jaw? That's insane.

Ugh, what a pain. Better a jaw than a pelvis, maybe?

Wow. That's all kinds of fucked up. I hope he's at least comfortable tonight.

My former boss had a similar multi-contact fall in the shower. Knocked several teeth out and broke a collarbone, in addition to scrapes and bruises all over. Apparently, it is hard not to bang up just about everything in falls like that.