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Woke before my alarm, and had a very productive start to the day. I took care of all my claims to be tagged, NOAs to be worked up, and managed to avoid the temptation to drink coffee. Julian had texted me Vogue and What You Waiting For around midnight (my time), then texted me and some 479 number I didn't recognize, then texted me again around 9, to say he *loves this show.* I figured he was still on Pose, and during the conversation, I mentioned that I'd fucked up my esophagus from vomiting so much. I'm owning having been bulimic, as I might have mentioned before, because I only resisted because I wasn't "bulimic enough." But his response to my admitting (again) both drug addiction and bulimia was first to ask if I'd fucked up my esophagus from...someone fucking me too hard, and then to ask (again) if I was still using. I didn't mention the small amount of leftover G I found, because I haven't used it.
My endoscopy was the same crew that did it last time, except the anesthesiologist was *gorgeous!*....Probably, under his mask. It was over fairly quickly, and I woke up fine, but while I kept my fangs hidden, I was not shy about my thoughts on the policy that patients *have* to wait for a wheelchair ride downstairs. Really, I could have driven, no problem. Tim stopped for Starbucks on the way back, and I held on to my gratitude to him for giving me a ride today....and even though FHA has said we're even, I still feel like I need to pay him back for everything with my addiction.
After work, I discovered that FB Jail flags last a year, so my Jailing was only a couple days this time, and next June it will reset. AWESOME. I vaguely recall posting Kelly Clarkson (Run Run Run) vs Deniz Koyu vs Don Palm mashup by Craig Vanity for someone yesterday, but damned if I can recall.
Kathy messaged me later in the evening to tell me that The Last Unicorn book and movie had shown up in "my" inbox, but she hadn't gotten around to reading or viewing either. I fucking love my co-workers so goddamn much.
You're not supposed to drink for 24 hrs after sedation, but....well, you know me. I also happened on a Friend's post about his step-mum following him on Insta. I'm an open book, so I shared at least a tiny bit of my migration there, but he didn't respond. As I've learned and demonstrated, you can't help someone more than they're willing to be helped.
I beat off some in the evening, but didn't cum or get any of it on video.
My endoscopy was the same crew that did it last time, except the anesthesiologist was *gorgeous!*....Probably, under his mask. It was over fairly quickly, and I woke up fine, but while I kept my fangs hidden, I was not shy about my thoughts on the policy that patients *have* to wait for a wheelchair ride downstairs. Really, I could have driven, no problem. Tim stopped for Starbucks on the way back, and I held on to my gratitude to him for giving me a ride today....and even though FHA has said we're even, I still feel like I need to pay him back for everything with my addiction.
After work, I discovered that FB Jail flags last a year, so my Jailing was only a couple days this time, and next June it will reset. AWESOME. I vaguely recall posting Kelly Clarkson (Run Run Run) vs Deniz Koyu vs Don Palm mashup by Craig Vanity for someone yesterday, but damned if I can recall.
Kathy messaged me later in the evening to tell me that The Last Unicorn book and movie had shown up in "my" inbox, but she hadn't gotten around to reading or viewing either. I fucking love my co-workers so goddamn much.
You're not supposed to drink for 24 hrs after sedation, but....well, you know me. I also happened on a Friend's post about his step-mum following him on Insta. I'm an open book, so I shared at least a tiny bit of my migration there, but he didn't respond. As I've learned and demonstrated, you can't help someone more than they're willing to be helped.
I beat off some in the evening, but didn't cum or get any of it on video.