My daughter texted me a photo of the pasta she had for lunch, so her tummy troubles have abated. She later texted me a photo of a cannoli. She said, “Yours are better. This one tastes like it came from a supermarket.” It probably did. This was at a restaurant in Bologna. She visited a cathedral and lit a candle for her gramma, my late mother. I love that kid.
I am still trying to find out WTH is going on with that contact lens. It’s been almost 8 weeks, and it usually takes 2 weeks. Eight days ago, the contact lens folks told me it was arriving that day, and they’d call to confirm. They didn’t. I’ve called twice since then, but nobody answers, so I’ve left VM’s. Once I get it, I have to get it checked a week later before leaving for my sister’s in early January. With the holidays, time is of the essence. What do I have to do to get answers? I’d go there, but it’s $50 round trip in Uber fees OR 90 minutes via bus w/transfers.
Also working on trying to get the monthly shots locally. I finally found a place that’s taking new patients, but they won’t set up an appointment until they get a referral and my records sent by the Seattle doc. Then–sing it with me, boys and girls–they’ll call to schedule an appointment. (Spoiler alert: they won’t. I’ll have to call them, and more than once.)
I seem to have developed the unfortunate tendency to miss stuff in posts. I don’t know why that is but will try to do better at it, so if you said something to me that I didn’t respond to, please don’t think I’m rude, just spacey or something.
Scammers should be called scummers, as they’re scum of the earth. They’ve gotten wilier and wilier. My friend T. got hit for over $100,000. They kept getting her to send more money so they could get her “$400,000 government check available to all U.S. citizens!” and somehow, she fell for it.
wordy, so sorry about your father. It breaks my heart that he’s afraid to go to sleep. I hope he and the rest of you can get some serenity. Not that that makes it much less sucky.
butters, yikes on the ankle. I hope it’s not broken. I also hope it’s not some other injury that takes even longer to heal. Dang it, you’re due smooth sailing for awhile. Fingers are still crossed for the housing situation.
sunny, hope your husband finds a good cup for you. How are you coping emotionally with having to lie in bed?
shoe, we lurves ya around here and would gladly give you happiness transfusions, if only to tether you so you don’t blow away in those winds of confusion and despair.
Big hugs all around.
That goes for the rest of you, too!
