In Bed A Lot


Styx likes it when I’m sick.  She’s really selfish like that and likes it when I don’t move around a lot.  Gives her a lap to nestle into and stuff.  She’s so cute that it’s hard to be too upset at her, too.  Plus, I kind of like her in my lap.  I mean, if you’re going to have to be sick, at least having a fluffy wuffy pile of luffs in your lap always helps, right?  Right.

Gob is still absolutely awful.  I don’t get to see the doctor until Thursday.  At first I was muddling through and managing to sit up at the table for short bits here and there to sew (even for ten or fifteen minutes at a time) but the past nearly week I haven’t gone into my sewing room to sew once, and I’m writing this from the lap top in bed, not even from the computer.  Ugh. 

I have never been more “excited” to get in to see my doctor.  She’s got to have some kind of idea to help this.  It’s absolutely getting completely balls and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it.  At least it’s almost Thursday.  I’m seriously out of ideas on what to do at home and like I said it’s getting worse daily, so.  I can tolerate quite a bit of physical crap, but when I’m not leaving bed it’s not a good sign.  I’m not even crocheting or anything I just feel that crummy.

Some good news is that we did manage to get appointments with both a new GP for me as well as a Rheumatologist.  The GP is very soon, but the Rheumatologist isn’t until December.  That’s still not too far, considering.  I mean, one month?  Eh.  I can wait another month.  I’ve waited ten..  HA HA HA!  (I really am a patient kitty, I swear it.)

Master Pravus has had a few more interviews this week, and one of them has decided they want to do a second interview.  “Call backs” are always good, we say!  He got a couple side gigs working with a new company dealing blackjack and roulette, so that is good too.

We’re leaving soon to go vote.  Master Pravus already mailed in his ballot, but even though we received my ballot we somehow couldn’t find it!  UGH!  I can’t figure out what I did with it, and even though I feel completely awful I’m going to need to go down now and vote in person.  Bleh.  I will be voting though.  We’ll bring my wheelchair and I’ll get a sticker.  I do enjoy a sticker.


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