Love The Hair, Hope You Win
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thepnutgalleryI woke up early again, and I'd tossed and turned a tornado of the blankets....including the blankets and towels on Lady Miss Friday's side of the bed. I set one out for her, and was honestly touched she lay next to me seconds later. Right next to my head, actually. It doesn't take much for me. By the time I finally did check my phone, it was after 5, so I just stayed up and listened to her snore.
I had my video chat with my doc, and apparently they didn't test for GHB at the ER because.....reasons, and instead just figured that's what it was. Doc has now shifted his opinion from drug overdose to another seizure, which I guess isn't terribly surprising. I need to see the head doc again, and I forgot to ask him about the tingly numbness in my right pinky and ring finger. Eh. It's been several weeks, I don't think my arm is going to fall off.
Kristen messaged me after work, with a Wistful Album. She made me a mixtape (an actual cassette tape) long ago because we both loved Wistful Music, starting with the (non-radio version) of Flake, by Jack Johnson. I feel horrid that I don't remember the playlist...from nearly 20 years ago. She contacted me last year, convinced people were hunting her, and I wired her $100. It sounded methy at the time, but it's ultimately what led her to getting the help she needed.
I took the plunge, and posted on FB asking for help with the catnip. I'd hesitated, because my mom would probably see see it, but I'm not on that battlefield anymore. Terry, one of the neighbors Julian met while he was here, was in the pool when I went for mail and told me to join them after for tea. TBH, he might have been a bit tipsy. Julian apparently told him "all my secrets," as if I had any...and also threw up one night in a neighbor's yard. I noticed while we sat that his whole front wall is covered in potted plants, and finally mustered up the courage to ask for help. He put them all next to the tree in the front. Unfortunately, he's planning on moving in January, due to disagreement with a neighbor. He speaks a ton of languages, has 3 *Very* friendly pups, and said the complex is like Melrose Place. He also got cranky about my fur, and demanded to buzz my neck. IDGAF, so I said sure, but my neck reacted poorly. Tipsy.
I played Community and Gyee at home, and the latter is starting to grow on me. Unfortunately, Joshua Pirro also messaged me that Houdini's brother, Sir Loras died. I centered myself, and thanked him profusely for This Timeline. The ability to make that kind of difference is literally the Meaning of Life.
I had my video chat with my doc, and apparently they didn't test for GHB at the ER because.....reasons, and instead just figured that's what it was. Doc has now shifted his opinion from drug overdose to another seizure, which I guess isn't terribly surprising. I need to see the head doc again, and I forgot to ask him about the tingly numbness in my right pinky and ring finger. Eh. It's been several weeks, I don't think my arm is going to fall off.
Kristen messaged me after work, with a Wistful Album. She made me a mixtape (an actual cassette tape) long ago because we both loved Wistful Music, starting with the (non-radio version) of Flake, by Jack Johnson. I feel horrid that I don't remember the playlist...from nearly 20 years ago. She contacted me last year, convinced people were hunting her, and I wired her $100. It sounded methy at the time, but it's ultimately what led her to getting the help she needed.
I took the plunge, and posted on FB asking for help with the catnip. I'd hesitated, because my mom would probably see see it, but I'm not on that battlefield anymore. Terry, one of the neighbors Julian met while he was here, was in the pool when I went for mail and told me to join them after for tea. TBH, he might have been a bit tipsy. Julian apparently told him "all my secrets," as if I had any...and also threw up one night in a neighbor's yard. I noticed while we sat that his whole front wall is covered in potted plants, and finally mustered up the courage to ask for help. He put them all next to the tree in the front. Unfortunately, he's planning on moving in January, due to disagreement with a neighbor. He speaks a ton of languages, has 3 *Very* friendly pups, and said the complex is like Melrose Place. He also got cranky about my fur, and demanded to buzz my neck. IDGAF, so I said sure, but my neck reacted poorly. Tipsy.
I played Community and Gyee at home, and the latter is starting to grow on me. Unfortunately, Joshua Pirro also messaged me that Houdini's brother, Sir Loras died. I centered myself, and thanked him profusely for This Timeline. The ability to make that kind of difference is literally the Meaning of Life.
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Date: 2020-09-18 07:33 pm (UTC)Take care of you lovely. <3
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Date: 2020-09-21 11:23 pm (UTC)I am so grateful I have her, and so grateful you have your furkids. I was talking to my therapist today about the odd Sliding Doors that have led us here, and Lady Miss Friday is realistically at the center of it. Not to detract from all that Tim has given. but if he hadn't saved her as a kitten, I wouldn't have saved him, and then he wouldn't have been there to save me.
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Date: 2020-09-21 11:40 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you have your Lady Miss Friday. She is such a magical creature. And once the world turns back on I have two boy cats that need some snoodling (so I can freaking clean) Love you squeak! Let us know how things go <3