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We were eaten by wolves, but I found a hatchet and cut open its stomach and we escaped. Normally I would claim that's more interesting than the truth, but actually....
Three weeks ago I visited my folks and help deflea their house, partly because my mother had sent an apology card. Having some practice, what my mother expected to be an enormous task took an hour or so. Pepper the cat decided I was quite nice but Faust the tubby cat was incredibly stupid. He couldn't tell my mother and I apart and thought there were two of her, consequently hiding the entire time I was visiting. Since I totally flunked nalesniki by the book, I asked for a proper show and tell and have since mastered the art of crepes with stuff crammed in them.
I left there with a down comforter, a slipcover for it which my mother thought they didn't make in America because Americans are so daft they use the french word for one component and english for the other. I mean, seriously, would you know that "comforters" go with "duvet covers"? Keith and I have discovered that we can't use the duvet unless it's at least sixty or below. Awesome.
Meanwhile, Keith is settling in to his job, has made friends with all his coworkers, impressed his boss and the apartment has been a whirlwind of activity for the past two weeks. Since the last improvements, we've acquired a new kitchen floor, new refrigerator, rearranged everything in the apartment so it could be repainted, been given a barely used, very nice couch and thrown out a bunch of accumulated junk. Our microwave spontaneously died, but I hear we'll be given one of those, too.
In the middle of all that, the comcast guy pulled are cable again. It took Broadstripe a week to get someone out to hook it back up, but they've compensated by upgrading our cable/net package, lowering our rate and establishing a ticket to have our line buried.
Over at work, it's been raining. And raining. And raining. I wish the ice sheets would hurry up and finish melting so the rainy season would end. Mind you, none of that has stopped Arrow the brown lab, Pepper the brindle cat or Pepper the wolfhound puppy from mobbing me, or Mimi the black cat begging me to open the door for him, but animals are adorable like that. Sometimes the people are okay, too. This week there was a food drive but the family organizing it missed a few bags. I rounded them up as I finished my route and dropped them off at their house on the way back to the station.
Despite some staggering idiocy from the direction of my PCP who refused to understand I did not need a referral and wasted my time and nerves, I've managed to see a rheumatologist. She ran a differential, or however you phrase that, and money is on fibro. Well, at least now I know it's all in my head. ;) Sadly, the most effective treatments are SNRi's and I can't take those.
I went to see my awesome dentist and after squinting thoughtfully at my newest x-rays, he sent me off to an endontist. The one he picked didn't take my insurance, so I checked my insurance listing and discovered one I deliver mail to was on it. So I made an appointment the day I had that bump (it's not my route anymore), and had a root canal. D= Okay, so it was painless, because the guy was practiced and efficient, while bickering incessantly with his assistant, asking me where he could get one of my neat hats, and discussing motorcycles and skiing while I answered using charades. Turned out my nerve was half gone and he couldn't figure out why I had no sensitivity. We agreed to blame the fibro FTW.
Right, but we're not done yet! After hearing that Harley Davidson was shutting down it's Buell subsidiary, I suggested we visit a dealership to get one last look at the super awesome bikes that HD utterly failed to market, on the way back from a picnic at Catoctin. We left, since no one was paying attention to us back partway down 70 I made a fair argument that maybe the Buells would be on sale. So we went back and there was a full on fire-sale in progress and exactly the bike I've wanted for ages may in fact be on parked beside Cringer right now. Also, some douche bag stole the plates off Shuttlepod that day (no big deal since we we intend to sell it) and clearly that was an omen that I should no longer ride the bike that randomly stalls.
I'm still short a functioning drawing tablet, new curtains and I had a killer migraine today on top of the flu for a week, but I can't really complain.
Three weeks ago I visited my folks and help deflea their house, partly because my mother had sent an apology card. Having some practice, what my mother expected to be an enormous task took an hour or so. Pepper the cat decided I was quite nice but Faust the tubby cat was incredibly stupid. He couldn't tell my mother and I apart and thought there were two of her, consequently hiding the entire time I was visiting. Since I totally flunked nalesniki by the book, I asked for a proper show and tell and have since mastered the art of crepes with stuff crammed in them.
I left there with a down comforter, a slipcover for it which my mother thought they didn't make in America because Americans are so daft they use the french word for one component and english for the other. I mean, seriously, would you know that "comforters" go with "duvet covers"? Keith and I have discovered that we can't use the duvet unless it's at least sixty or below. Awesome.
Meanwhile, Keith is settling in to his job, has made friends with all his coworkers, impressed his boss and the apartment has been a whirlwind of activity for the past two weeks. Since the last improvements, we've acquired a new kitchen floor, new refrigerator, rearranged everything in the apartment so it could be repainted, been given a barely used, very nice couch and thrown out a bunch of accumulated junk. Our microwave spontaneously died, but I hear we'll be given one of those, too.
In the middle of all that, the comcast guy pulled are cable again. It took Broadstripe a week to get someone out to hook it back up, but they've compensated by upgrading our cable/net package, lowering our rate and establishing a ticket to have our line buried.
Over at work, it's been raining. And raining. And raining. I wish the ice sheets would hurry up and finish melting so the rainy season would end. Mind you, none of that has stopped Arrow the brown lab, Pepper the brindle cat or Pepper the wolfhound puppy from mobbing me, or Mimi the black cat begging me to open the door for him, but animals are adorable like that. Sometimes the people are okay, too. This week there was a food drive but the family organizing it missed a few bags. I rounded them up as I finished my route and dropped them off at their house on the way back to the station.
Despite some staggering idiocy from the direction of my PCP who refused to understand I did not need a referral and wasted my time and nerves, I've managed to see a rheumatologist. She ran a differential, or however you phrase that, and money is on fibro. Well, at least now I know it's all in my head. ;) Sadly, the most effective treatments are SNRi's and I can't take those.
I went to see my awesome dentist and after squinting thoughtfully at my newest x-rays, he sent me off to an endontist. The one he picked didn't take my insurance, so I checked my insurance listing and discovered one I deliver mail to was on it. So I made an appointment the day I had that bump (it's not my route anymore), and had a root canal. D= Okay, so it was painless, because the guy was practiced and efficient, while bickering incessantly with his assistant, asking me where he could get one of my neat hats, and discussing motorcycles and skiing while I answered using charades. Turned out my nerve was half gone and he couldn't figure out why I had no sensitivity. We agreed to blame the fibro FTW.
Right, but we're not done yet! After hearing that Harley Davidson was shutting down it's Buell subsidiary, I suggested we visit a dealership to get one last look at the super awesome bikes that HD utterly failed to market, on the way back from a picnic at Catoctin. We left, since no one was paying attention to us back partway down 70 I made a fair argument that maybe the Buells would be on sale. So we went back and there was a full on fire-sale in progress and exactly the bike I've wanted for ages may in fact be on parked beside Cringer right now. Also, some douche bag stole the plates off Shuttlepod that day (no big deal since we we intend to sell it) and clearly that was an omen that I should no longer ride the bike that randomly stalls.
I'm still short a functioning drawing tablet, new curtains and I had a killer migraine today on top of the flu for a week, but I can't really complain.