My mom used to hate it when therapists or doctors called her "Mom"

Um, yeah she did!

"I'm your mom, not theirs." She might still go off about it actually. It used to come up a lot. I thought of it the first time I saw In The Heat Of The Night and "They call me Mr. Tibbs," came on.

Cereal: We were just out getting COVID shots. Kind of a drag, especially since my stomach was kind of like Happy Fun Ball last night, having one of its freakouts. (Anything that happens in my body that's slightly out of regulation, it's just always the worst LOLCat ever, like "I can haz vomit?" Argh.) But it makes me feel better to know that Bobby Junior can *suck it*--For every non-Nuzzi value of that slightly vulgar statement.

I still am suffering bronchitis. I did some digging in MyChart, because I’ve suffered this bronchitis thing at least once a year for the past few years, and mine and Mr. Loomy’s suspicions were correct: the clinic doctor I saw over the weekend, who was abrupt and didn’t listen to either of us, prescribed me less than half of the dosage of prednisone that I’ve had previously. No wonder I’m not getting better. So back to the clinic I go.

And yesterday was the last two of five MRIs. Now I wait for my doctor to give me information so I can call the back specialist.

If I’m going to be a sickly invalid, I want laudanum. And a trip to the seaside where someone will push me around in a fancy wheelchair. Then more laudanum.

My friend Jill actually has one of those old-school wicker wheelchairs. It would suit you--not that I'm recruiting.

If I’m going to be a sickly invalid, I want laudanum. And a trip to the seaside where someone will push me around in a fancy wheelchair. Then more laudanum.

Cosigned

Sorry, I need to get something off my chest:

Thirteen billion light-years away, there is an electron. Like all electrons, its mass is minuscule and its gravity undetectable by human senses. But across all that distance, it's pulling on you right now.

The interconnectedness of all things is not just a punchline.

If I’m going to be a sickly invalid, I want laudanum. And a trip to the seaside where someone will push me around in a fancy wheelchair. Then more laudanum.

Agreed. During the recent eye irritation month of annoyance I suggested repeatedly that what I really needed was sedation, but no one listened and kept giving eye drops and steroids instead. Boo.

Chrismg, I cannot disagree with that reality.

My friend Jill actually has one of those old-school wicker wheelchairs. It would suit you--not that I'm recruiting.

Which is precisely what someone recruiting would say.

I got an email survey from the ortho practice asking how my appointment was, so I told them how shitty the orthopedic surgeon was, but also how good the PA was. That was satisfying.

And the steroid shot into the hip joint does seem to be helping. Fingers crossed it lasts longer than a week.