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Dec. 7th, 2008 02:48 amI got nudged. You really are very sweet.
My brain continues to make me sad. John continues to make me happy. So I have balance.
Things are good; I'm just weary of this stupid convalescence. I saw the doctor. Again. He frowned at my progress, suggested that moving furniture, scrubbing out the tub, and hefting 70lb bags of dog food do not qualify as "bed rest", and referred me to a neurologist. I totally forgot about the whole bed rest thing, so I've been road-tripping, and going to middle-aged raves, and everything.
In other news, it got cold enough last night for the cat to snuggle up with the dog on the sofa. This is a genuine Christmas miracle. Imagine if a bowl of sentient caramel popcorn hopped up onto my lap and curled up for a snooze. That's what this equals.
My brain continues to make me sad. John continues to make me happy. So I have balance.
Things are good; I'm just weary of this stupid convalescence. I saw the doctor. Again. He frowned at my progress, suggested that moving furniture, scrubbing out the tub, and hefting 70lb bags of dog food do not qualify as "bed rest", and referred me to a neurologist. I totally forgot about the whole bed rest thing, so I've been road-tripping, and going to middle-aged raves, and everything.
In other news, it got cold enough last night for the cat to snuggle up with the dog on the sofa. This is a genuine Christmas miracle. Imagine if a bowl of sentient caramel popcorn hopped up onto my lap and curled up for a snooze. That's what this equals.
