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azurelunatic) wrote2022-10-21 11:51 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2022-10-21 11:51 pm
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Stun Soup
This time Belovedest made it until the afternoon before needing to come home.
Took Alex to appointment Thursday, then realized I hadn't put the pre-anesthesia phone call in my calendar about the time the phone rang.
This morning I popped out of the bad kind of dream, the sort with me needing to make a lot of noise because someone was touching me without permission and nobody seemed to care. Two points to correct guesses who it was, minus three points to correct guesses made in a venue his widow could see.
If the Strattera is contributing significantly to my digestive woes, it needs to go.
I took myself and my pre hospital homework to see about the thing with all the patches and the blips and bleeps. It's theoretically walk-in, but it was busy enough to need appointments. I went back home to find my wallet (it was in my bag all along), then back to get stickers around my tits.
After that I dropped by the grocery store. Completely out of carts, except I was lucky enough to sit on the motorized cart which has the busted battery indicator. It also doesn't beep. was it charged? Well, it got me around the store.
Two caramel apples and some miscellaneous starches later, I headed home. On my way out I observed one of the cart-guys deftly passing a cart across the main lane to a customer. I gave him the acknowledgement he deserved.
Made None Soup with Left Protein for Belovedest, who calls it Stun Soup (to smack the sinuses to order). Everyone is in bed early now.
Took Alex to appointment Thursday, then realized I hadn't put the pre-anesthesia phone call in my calendar about the time the phone rang.
This morning I popped out of the bad kind of dream, the sort with me needing to make a lot of noise because someone was touching me without permission and nobody seemed to care. Two points to correct guesses who it was, minus three points to correct guesses made in a venue his widow could see.
If the Strattera is contributing significantly to my digestive woes, it needs to go.
I took myself and my pre hospital homework to see about the thing with all the patches and the blips and bleeps. It's theoretically walk-in, but it was busy enough to need appointments. I went back home to find my wallet (it was in my bag all along), then back to get stickers around my tits.
After that I dropped by the grocery store. Completely out of carts, except I was lucky enough to sit on the motorized cart which has the busted battery indicator. It also doesn't beep. was it charged? Well, it got me around the store.
Two caramel apples and some miscellaneous starches later, I headed home. On my way out I observed one of the cart-guys deftly passing a cart across the main lane to a customer. I gave him the acknowledgement he deserved.
Made None Soup with Left Protein for Belovedest, who calls it Stun Soup (to smack the sinuses to order). Everyone is in bed early now.