Damned Survey

A - Act your age - I'll act the Jurassic Age if you don't leave me alone..
B - Boyfriend - Yes.
C - Chore you hate - Getting up in the morning
D - Dad's name - Everette
E - Essential make up item - eyeliner
F - Favorite actor - Brad Dourif.
G - Gold or silver - Silver
H - Hometown - Asheville, North Carolina
I - Instruments you play - Bodhran and Doumbek
J - Job title - Special Orders Representative
K - Kids - Oh HELL no
L - Living arrangements - Own a crap house just this side of hut-dom
M - Mum's name - Wilma
N - Number of people you've slept with - 6
O - Overnight hospital stays - in 1982
P - Phobia - Abandonment and Rejection
Q - Quote you like - "Hope for the best, expect the worst"
R - Religious affiliation - Wiccan with a dash of Sith
S - Siblings - 0
T - Time you wake up - around 9:30, but I get up at 6, so you see the dilemma, yes?
U - Unique habit - pulling out my eyebrow hairs....I'm a freak.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat - Asparagas...once was enough
W - Worst habit - pulling out my eyebrow hairs 'cos it makes me look like I have the mange if I go to far.
X - X-rays you've had - teefies, knees, chest, neck
Y - Yummy food you make - Chicken Caligula with Spinach Fettuccini Alfredo
Z - Zodiac Sign - Virgo sun, Sag moon, Libra rising

Things

Home again home again jiggity jig

Orthopaedic doc visit went relatively well. It turns out that I have severe arthritis in my left knee. He gave me a cortizone injection and suggested I lose weight, like I'd never thought of that idea. Before I could ask if he'd write me a letter stating that my weight was a detriment to my knee, Aunt Tudi piped up and informed him that I was looking into WLS. He raised his voice and said that was a great idea and volunteered to write me a letter of medical necessity. She shoots, she scores!

In other WLS news, when I got home, I had a message from Dr. Ross' office. I hope this isn't bad news of some sort. My biggest fear is that they proceeded with the insurance claim without all my info and I've been denied, which will set me back more than I care to think. It was too late to call them back today, so now I have to squeege over it until tomorrow morning. yeek.

Llew got his staples removed, but I don't know what else happened as he left right before I did and I haven't had a chance to talk to him since. I hope he got a clean bill of health.

After my doc visit, Aunt Tudi and I engaged in our weekly sojourn to Wally World. The minute I walked into the store, I saw an obvious alien from the set of MIB. This chick had her hair done to where it looked like to huge moth antennae shooting out of her head. I was thoroughly amazed. Perhaps she was a Mothwoman visiting from West Virginia. Surely WV has Mothwomen. I mean they have Mothmen, right? How else could they reproduce?

I splurged like a moron at Wally World and bought "Matrix Reloaded" on DVD. As soon as I can, I'll be immersing into the Illuminati-esque universe of Neo and gang. Woot! Can't wait...

On the way home from the store, Aunt Tudi and I spied a utility crew working on some water lines. Santa Claus was working there with them. A jolly old elf with a great long white beard and cotton hair. He even had on red suspenders. Who'da thought that old Saint Nick worked for SJWD Water District during the off-season? The man never rests...I guess that's why he's a saint.

I'm off to call Llew and see what's going on with his limbs. Then it's time for a bit of Techno-Fu, Agent Smith style. Gotta keep my mind off that phone call from Dr. Ross' office.... Must stay positve, must stay positive, must stay positive....

Idiri

piperdawn, I finally got this uploaded. You can lift if from here if you wish.
( cut for obvious reasons )

The Blues

I've got the low-down dirty rotten stinking blues and I wish I knew where my mouth harp is. I'd play it badly and sing woefully to the stars.

PMS has set in, but I'm determined to keep a positive frame of mind.....starting tomorrow.

As for tonight, the oppression of the phone call from Dr. Ross' office is sinking into my bones. Dread has draped over me like a shroud. It occurred to me that, if the referral to Dr. Ross was rejected by Cigna, then Dr. Ross' referral to the lung doctor for my sleep study will also be void. This means that, not only will I have two big doctor bills to pay, but I will also have to cancel the sleep study. Oh, the setbacks! Why can't this just be easy, or at least moderately non-horrific? On a brighter note, Dr. Yost wrote my letter of medical necessity, and it's better than I could ever have dreamed.
( Da letter )

Aint't that a great big ole hoot?

Now to other hand-wrenching matters...
Of course, my sorrows for and about Llew are coming into full swing as well. He has so much on him right now and, when I try to comfort him, he just withdraws. I know that's how he is, but it's driving me crazy. I feel completely useless to him right now. YES, I know that's not the case. YES, I know he loves me. How else could he put up with me? And vice versa.... Still, just the thoughts of being unable to do much for him because of my limitations or his refusal to let me do so is plaguing me to the point of tears. There's so much uncertainty right now.

It's time to go to bed, I guess. Since I can't find the mouth harp, there's nothing more for me to do, although I'm unsure if I'll be able to sleep much this crisp and dangerous eve. My knee is singing it's own Blues tune, and it goes a little like this.

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