Jun. 27th, 2011 02:24 pm
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Meds arrived just after two today. The UPS driver tossed them up onto the porch. When I went out to pick them up, he called back, "Thanks! Appreciate you!" Made me wonder if my ranting had caught someone's ear - or maybe Medco gave them a sharp word.

Medco did call me this morning and I explained what happened. They're crediting me the $15 I paid, and will send my request about USPS Express Mail further up the corporate food chain. I also talked to one of their pharmacists - she said I don't have to build it up again in my system; I can just start taking it as I always have - which means with dinner tonight. Maybe tonight I'll actually get a good night's sleep without having to rub Aspercreme on my feet and hands.
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Dear United Parcel Service,

Even though I ordered my meds online on Thursday night, and paid extra for your "Next Day Air Saver", the anti-convulsives I need are languishing in Philadelphia.


Because you, in your quest to be the biggest business shipper, have forgotten that, for many Americans, Saturday IS a business day. The days of M-F, 9-5 workweek are quickly fading, with more and more consumers expecting service (and you ARE a "service" industry, yes?) seven days a week. So, the meds that I expected today - two days after my last dose - won't arrive here until Monday afternoon sometime... if I am lucky. Whereas, had I just gone with the free shipping provided through the United States Postal Service, I would have received them a mere day later on Tuesday... delivered between noon and two by my friendly neighborhood mail carrier, Brian.

I have spent $15 for NOTHING.

I have already chewed out my mail-order pharmacy on this, and pointed them in the direction of USPS Express Mail - an option I hope they will explore and offer. After all, the Postal Service never sleeps - it's a round-the-clock operation moving all that mail. And, despite the concerted efforts of the bean counters in Washington (a totally different rant, I assure you), I hope it retains its six-day, universal delivery schedule - making a far better option for a company whose products are as time-sensitive as the pharmacy's are. Had the meds been sent that way, I would have already had them in hand. Period.

In the meanwhile, I will deal with the burning feet, the tingling hands, the shakiness, the sleeplessness due to all of the preceding, and wait very impatiently for you to get up off your brown-clad butts and BRING ME MY DAMNED MEDS!

Your angry, highly-unsatisfied customer

A date!

Jan. 11th, 2010 02:40 pm
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Yes, hubby and I had a date today! It was his non-scheduled day (the USPS's polite term for "day off"); all the kids are back to classes--including the Girl--and he had a doctor's appointment this morning. He was gone when I got up, and didn't get home until nearly lunchtime. The doctor talked to him about his diabetes, and did a hemoglobin A1C test... and the number was in the normal range! Woot! Cause to celebrate! Which we did, at the Olive Garden, for their soup and salad deal.

On top of that, today was the debut of his comic strip on Comics Sherpa. It's a subscription website, as in I bought him a year's subscription so he could put his work up there. He feels that he'll get better exposure for his comic there than at ComicsGenesis, where he's had it posted for years. There will be fewer strips to compete with, and truthfully, I think his is one of the better drawn contributions. (Though definitely check out "What cats can and can't do". Very funny stuff!) He's writing and drawing some new strips for the new site, and is dropping his "Maximall" feature for now, concentrating instead on his comic space opera. He wants to put stuff up daily, but we'll see. It depends on what kind of time he has to draw in the evenings... and the rest of today.

So, here's introducing....

Space Time Funnies
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Gonna make this as quick and painless as possible.

Hubby: The meds seem to be kicking in. For a couple of mornings this week, he had good bg numbers. The dietician says he should take his bg before bed, and not before supper. That way they can see if the meds are working overnight. He's got an appointment for a diabetic nutrition seminar on Oct. 15. I'm going with him as I could use the refresher. He's found that some of the McDonald's around here serve diet Dr. Pepper, which has pleased him no end.

The Girl: She still needs to buy some books for her classes. She's finding her design class to be tougher than she thought. She's also reconnected with one of her friends from church (who no longer goes there either).

Boy #1: He's been asked to join the academic team; I tell him he should join because he's smart. He's decided to do NaNo this year; his English teacher requires that her students enter three writing contests during the year. She says NaNo will count for all three. I talked to her about it and about the YWP on Open House night. Who knows, maybe she'll join up, too. She also asked him how he could do so well in his classes (his progress report is all A's with just 1 B) when he reads so much.

Boy #2: He's back to afterschool stuff on Thursdays. Legos Robotics and Math Counts. They're planning on fielding a Robotics team this year; I can hardly wait to see how this goes. His progress report was good, too. He's only getting Bs in his Honors classes.

Me: I'm trying to get back into a lower-carb lifestyle myself, but it's hard. Writing is coming slowly, which isn't good as I'll want to pick up the pace for NaNo this year. Put up the next chapter of The White Winds last night. This story will be a good 300K when it's finally done. Let out a little squee when I got my 500th review! I'm going to try and wrap it up in October and get it out of my hair before NaNo I also need to work on my RP posts; that's my goal for today. 

Not much to say about the pets, except that Kami is doing things that both of our departed cats liked to do. She's killing snakes and trying to drink from the bathtub like Callie used to, and likes to come into the bathroom like Tika used to. Was quite the shock to find the present she left in the kitchen: a dead snake! Oh, and we lost one of the immortal striped danios. Down to two fish in the tank.

Rainy and cool today. Feels like fall. Wish it would stay this cool.

That's all for now. Over and out.

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I found a link to a site where new desktops and themes are designed for XP. Since Microsoft doesn't create new ones for XP, just for Vista (I'd guess), and I wanted something new, I downloaded and managed to figure out how to install a spiffy new theme. Now my windows have cool new borders and my start menu has a shiny new look.

With that done, I decided to change my lj theme, too. It's not much of a change, just basically new colors. I still have to go in and customize my links, but it's the same style as the old theme, with the tag cloud I like so much. I should go looking for new themes and skins for other sites, like my Thunderbirds site. The forum and the gallery could both use a face lift, if there are some available.

I've been trying, without a whole lot of success, to finish my latest chapter. I also have a post to write for my RP. The whole running around with my head cut off on Tuesday (Hubby had a doctor's appointment, so I had to ferry the girl back and forth to college and him to and from the apppointment.) really tired me out, as did the whoopie pie baking spree that night. Tomorrow, Hubby will likely not be called in, which is okay as he has an MRI scheduled. His hearing, which hasn't been the best for years, has gone sharply downhill lately. He is having extreme trouble hearing anyone. He says he feels like there's fluid behind his ears, and like it fills up in the afternoons. My MIL suggests  he use a decongestant to see if that will help it drain. She thinks it could be a result of allergies, which is entirely possible.

His PCP gave him a steroid, which didn't seem to help much, and it's his ENT specialist that has ordered the MRI and a couple of blood tests, one of them genetic. It seems that the testing they did in the office just makes the specialist puzzled over my husband's condition. His hearing is flat across the range, instead of a curve, which is very unusual. The specialist did remark that he had the hearing of a 70 year old!

So, please keep him in your thoughts and prayers as we try to get to the bottom of this. Hearing aids are likely in his future, unless they can figure out what's going on and actually treat it.
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My sister called me today; Boy #1 intercepted the call and forgot to tell me, but the Girl mentioned it and I asked him about it. So I called back and left a "Tag, you're it" message. She returned the call, and had some news for me.

My dad is in the hospital again. He was complaining of chest pains, but the doctors have ruled out heart attack. Still, they're keeping him for the weekend, and will do a stress test on Monday. Both my sister and I are of the opinion that he is under a lot of stress, which caused the bout of angina.

She also told me that he has an appointment with the cancer center, mostly to get a definite reading on what stage the cancer is in, and a second opinion on treatment. He's 72, so surgery - which would have been the treatment of choice had he been younger - isn't what the doctor is suggesting. The doctor says that implanted radiation seeds are the way to go - which is better, I suppose, than what they'd recommend if my Dad was older (which would be nothing at all).

It's hard to see your parents get old.
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My dad called today to tell me that he's tested positive for prostate cancer. They haven't looked at the options yet, so he's not sure how they're going to treat it, but the doctor seemed confident that they could get it all.

I hope so.

Good news!

Apr. 22nd, 2008 03:35 pm
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Way back in January, when the whole family went to have our collective eyes examined, the doctor was a bit concerned about some of my results. There seemed to be some indication that pressure in my eyes was damaging my optic nerve. Pairing that with some other factors - my BP and sugar issues - made him utter the dreaded word: glaucoma. As a result, he wanted me back in three months for a recheck. Today was the day.

I'm glad to say he was pleasantly surprised. The pressure in my eyes seems to have resolved itself! I understand that there would have been many more tests to come up with a conclusive diagnosis, but now I don't have to go through that. 

The puppy's tired out from playing indoor fetch with me. She's been bringing the racquetball for me to kick and toss inside the house. This is a ball that she can almost play with herself. She bites on it with the side of her mouth and sometimes it pops out and goes bouncing off walls for her to chase. She'd rather I help her play, though. At one point, I tried to kick the ball, and managed to hit the printer stand instead. I know I've done something there - I can actually feel it - but I can't see any swelling or bruising. I'll look again later.

Did some interesting things at FanHistory today. Started a list of fandom members for Thunderbirds, partially to see who has had pages created for them by the site's bot, and partially because, well, I don't know of anyone else who will. I also got to play around and create a custom Thunderbirds userbox for myself. Anyone who wants to use it is quite welcome to do so. I guess I'll have to start writing some of the background of the show, too.

Today's prompt on
[profile] all_unwrittenseems to be made for Thunderbirds. I'll roll it over in my head a bit and see what I can come up with. Then maybe I can work on The White Winds. Lord knows I need to!

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I'm sure is due to a lack of sleep and a surplus of stress. Haven't slept well for the past two nights because of the neuropathy; last night was a triple whammy, actually: sugar levels, hormonal changes, and a weather front coming through. I was on my regular dose of anti-depressant (I usually only take half), as well as naproxen, and when it was really looking bad, aspirin, too. Hubby even massaged my feet with Aspercreme. If I hadn't gotten to sleep at all, I would have gone and done something rash: taken another small dose of anti-seizure meds. That's how bad it was. 

Now the actual front line has moved through, I think, and things are better. I am still stressed, and tired, and the hormones are still there, too, but my feet don't hurt as much. Yet, I can't stop cleaning. I'll eat something for lunch and run the dishwasher. I was going to clean my other oven rack, but it's not as important as the stuff my sister can actually SEE. It's not that she's a wench or anything; she just offers to "help" which of course makes me feel inadequate as a housekeeper. 

Back later with an update and after lunch and some more work.

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Yeah, I've lost my voice. Can't speak above a whisper. The neighbor thinks it's because I'm tired (which it might be; I've been doing a lot of nighttime puppy sitting). But it's tough to make myself heard in this usually verbal family.

This is for Ellie in particular. Hubby went to the library with Boy #1 and brought back two DVDs of Doctor Who... the second series with David Tennant. We watched the Cybermen episode, and Hubby thinks that Tennant is far more "Doctorish" than Eccleston was, meaning that he's better at carrying on the tradition of the previous Doctors. It was fun, in any case (as long as the kids stopped running out of the room at the scary parts). 

I'm going to bed early. It's been a long day and I'm not feeling up to snuff. Later, y'all.

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Don't know why except my muse has been in overdrive the past few days. Got up to chapter 20 in Turnabout early this week (late last week?) and started a new fic, Resolutions, which is a "chapter a day" fic. So far so good; three days, three chapters. Didn't know if I'd get to chapter three today the way I was trying to clean off my desk. Still have lots to go, but at least I got all my old bills off and shredded.

Serendipity is doing well, over 100 hits. And I've asked my husband if I can sign up for the optional pay services at as a Christmas present. He never knows what to get me and this is something I'd like to have. I think he's amenable.

Christmas was very nice, if money draining. I had already bought the kids their much desired GBA Pokemon games, but since things were tight, decided that the money my parents had sent and that my in-laws would eventually send would go toward those games. Hey, I just realized, I have Christmas money from my parents, too! I could put it toward the pay services. Well, it's a thought.

Christmas Eve was nice with Bro #2 and his wife and daughter coming. We worked hard and actually got the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and living room looking nice and decorated well. The house smelled nice, too, unlike their place right now. I was really glad to host our family celebration here.

Got hubby the computer game Civilization III for Christmas and everyone is hooked on it (except me). The kids are even enjoying it, which surprised me. I also got him the second season of Rocky and Bullwinkle, which made him very, very happy.

Took the Girl and Boy #2 to the eye doctor yesterday. The Girl's prescription has changed, and both the doctor and she are talking contacts. But the best news was that the severe retinal scarring that Boy #2 had this time last year is GONE! His vision is as near to perfect as it's going to get and the difference in the two retinal pictures was amazing! I just have to praise God for it; when this came up I was afraid that his eyesight would be scarred forever. But God is better to us than we ever, ever deserve.

I'd better get to bed. I haven't decided whether or not to get up with hubby and take him to work again and I'd like to be awake while I drive.

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I don't actually sound like that, but I do have a head cold. Mostly sinus congestion and drainage and some scratchy throat. The air in the house is dry, and it's not helping because when I blow my nose or sneeze, I end up with a bloody nose. The weather has turned cold and raw and it's raining lightly. Right now everyone is inside, trying to keep warm and dry.

Hubby was home today, which was nice. I was afraid he'd forget to pick up the kids after school; he had gone to Home Depot to buy some fencing. But I needn't have worried. He came back hom with no fencing, but three kids. The fencing is on order.

Not much more to say. He's going to take the kids to the library; we've lots of overdue things that didn't go back last time. I might take a nap then; that is if I can get all the clean, folded clothes off my bed.

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Went to the Harvest Happening at church last night. The kids love this; it gives them a chance to run around and visit with their friends while riding the hayrides, eating hot dogs, and drinking hot cocoa. I wasn't sure if they were going to have it; the weather was damp and overcast all day. And boy, did I feel it! Hubby dropped us off and went back to the house to get a couple of folding chairs. Found out that some small creature had made a nest in the red one; there were bits of fluff in there and a couple of holes chewed through the nylon. Once he got back, we ate and then I sat down and didn't move for the rest of the evening. My feet were hurting so much! Dorothy and Sandra came over to chat with me, and I touched base with Debbie and Linda P. Said "Hi" to a lot of people and spoke with Sarajean at length. Have to make sure I get Valerie's wedding gift all wrapped and ready to go.

The kids had a good time. The Girl hung out with her good friend Anneliese, and Boy #1 hung out with Matthias and put odds and ends on the fire. Boy #2 dared Emmy to put something on the fire, and, knowing Emmy, she took him up on his dare. The boys ran around on the playground and I had to specifically tell Boy #1 to stay out of the creek. He told us later that there was a snapping turtle in the creek now.

We bought pumpkins for the kids to "carve" which means that they design a jack o' lantern and Daddy carves it (but they have to clean it out). He got two done the day before and did the last one last night. They are out on the steps now. The Girl's is at the top as usual, with Boy #1's just below it, and Boy #2's at the bottom. Here are some pics:

We'll put candles in them tonight.

The Hubby should be home soon and I'll either go out and get milk and candy to send him out to run the errand. I'm very tired; I didn't get to sleep until 4:30 a.m. with my feet the way they were and didn't get up until 11:00 a.m. Hubby always tells me to wake him so he can massage my feet with Aspercreme, but he needs his sleep, too, and always seems so groggy and grouchy when I ask him to do it. Tonight I'll take my anti-depressant around 9 and see if that helps me get to bed sooner.

[ profile] funky_cheeseArtisiticRainey finished the pics of my character's kids for IR:TNP and sent me a picture of herself in her beautiful dress. She looked so very lovely! And she did a great job on the portraits, too. I have one more character to develop a description for: my character's mother.

I keep looking for the van, and I'm very much afraid that Hubby has stopped at the library. Well, it closes at 6 tonight so he won't be there very long. Now to get some housework done.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

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Today I have company at home. The girl, who was supposed to take the school bus, missed it by a few minutes and came back home. No transportation to get her there, and I was not about to let her walk (a significant highway to cross with no crossing guard). Besides, she wasn't feeling up to snuff as today she became... a woman.  EEEEEEEK! Now the family not only has to deal with me PMSing, but her as well. Though I'm not too sure she hasn't been doing that in the months leading up to today.

The boys, however, were looking forward to walking to school and back. Being together will keep them safe, I hope. I gave them very explicit instructions on which route to take. I might have the girl walk up to meet them at the nearest crossing guard. I don't know why, but I'm very nervous letting my kids go anywhere by themselves. When I was the girl's age I was biking solo down to the mall in the next town, or up to the stores on our main street. No one ever stopped me, molested me, tried to entice me anywhere. At least not that I can recall. Even in high school I felt safe walking the nearly two miles to get to school. What happened to make our world so much less safe for children? The only reason the boys are walking is that I can't drive them. Otherwise, nervous mother that I am, they'd be in the van going both ways.

The ankle doesn't hurt. The swelling has gone down significantly, but I'm still elevating it and will until Saturday. I can feel the weakness in it when I take off the splint. I am determined to make sure this heals properly. But I will probably do some limited driving on Saturday. Our favorite babysitter is getting married (where did the years go? I remember her in sixth grade!) and I'd like to be there. Hopefully, I can.

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I am sitting here with my monitor turned to the right, my keyboard in my lap, and my feet up on a desk drawer which is covered by a thin pillow that I folded over to make it fat (and coincidently, fit into said desk drawer). Why? you may ask (or not). Because I HAVE SPRAINED MY RIGHT ANKLE!

How did I do it? you may ask (or not). My usual pair of shoes were soiled yesterday by something particularly smelly that I happened to step in while directing hubby's use of a chainsaw. I scraped it off, then, before going to bed, rinsed the rest of the shoe off in the bathtub. This meant that the shoe was, yes, WET. So I had son #2 reach under my bed (where the dustbunnies are live and carry submachine guns) and pull out the mate to a shoe I had sitting beside my bed. A nice comfy pair of blue suede shoes (actually nubuck, but who's counting?).

These shoes have always been a little loose on me (and for someone with my size feet, that's saying something!) and they don't have a whole lot of tread. Somehow the right shoe slipped on my hardwood floor and for a moment I felt like my ankle went from parallel to the rest of the leg to perpendicular (making it then parallel to the floor). It swelled, and a dull ache was present, and knowing as I did how dangerous it could be to hurt yourself when you can't feel anything, I called the doctor. She was booked, but the nurse practitioner was offered, and I said YES. Hubby came home from work to get me (he walked home and was later chewed out by his supervisor who would have given him a ride).

Now, if this had happened to my left ankle, I would be a much happier camper for, you see, our van has automatic transmission and I wouldn't need my left foot to drive. However, I need my RIGHT FOOT to drive and it's a little difficult to do when the nurse practitioner has put it in an air splint and told you to keep it elevated and ice it for 20 minutes every two hours (which I haven't done yet; I'm waiting for the chillun's to come home to fetch and carry for me). Fortunately, I have a very, very, very good friend who is willing to pick up said chillun's from school for me. For the rest of the week, however, they'll have to walk (da boys) or take the bus (da girl).

I can't say it hurts too terribly much; that's at least one blessing of the neuropathy. My feet are just too numb to feel anything. But the twist made pain travel up my leg and into my lower back, which, I am told, is probably also sprained or strained. My hubby will be picking up a prescription on his way home from work to help with the inflammation. And I look forward to three or four (or more) days of no driving whatsoever. Which really isn't as muich fun as you might guess.

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I am determined to get the dishes done today. I've got one sinkful done and a load running in the dishwasher. The boys have gone off to Bible club for the next hour or two so it's just me and the girl. Once I've finished my Mt. Dew, I'll be back at the sink. I've got yesterday's laundry to fold as well, but at least the kids have put away what I folded and sorted yesterday.

Trying to think of what we need at WalMart. I knew there was something missing on the list, but I didn't understand what it was until just now: scotch tape. I can never find any when I want it; like my scissors the rolls of tape tend to wander off and not come back.

I've doubled the dosage of my antidepressant as per my doctor's orders. Made me really groggy this morning. Of course, it didn't help that I woke up with hubby to have some fun, either. This is going to take some getting used to, as it did before when I took the sister drug. I hope I'm a bit more acclimated when Monday rolls around so I can drive the kids to school without trouble. This business with hubby taking the bus on weekdays seems to be working out okay, except when he misses the bus. Then he walks to work and I don't like that at all.

Well, better wrap this up before the power goes out. Seems that someone is outside messing with the power and phone lines for no discernable purpose. Plus, the dishes are calling my name....

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Chapter 11 of Turnabout is out of my system and posted on! Now to work on Chapter 12. Never, ever thought that this AU fic would go this long.

The neurologist put me back on a tricyclic antidepressant to help me sleep. I started it last night. It's supposed to make me groggy in the morning, and it seems to be doing the job. I don't want to do much of anything right now, and I have scads of housework to do.

Not much else to say. We're going to the bro's and SIL's house this evening for dinner. I need to make a monstrous salad for that. I've got the ingredients, just have to put the thing together. And get some Italian bread to go with the spaghetti and meatballs that we're having. Hubby took the van this morning, which is what I wanted him to do so I could sleep in. But this means I have to get the bread on the way down to Fountain Inn. I guess that's really not a problem. Just a quick hop in and out of the store.

I look at this and realize how badly I'm rambling. Time to stop.

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I hate neuropathy.

Really hate it.

I hate my feet being numb on the outside, so numb that if I step on something sharp I don't know it. So numb that I sometimes feel like I'm wearing a shoe on my left foot and a hiking boot on the right... when I'm barefoot. I hate the fact that every time I go to the neurologist, I know that the numbness is spreading. Up my legs. Into my hands.

But as much as I hate the numbness, I hate the pain even more.

The pain deep in my foot if I step on something that's not sharp. The tingling burn in my fingers on a particularly bad day. And especially the pain in my toes and the upper part of my foot. The burning pain that feels like someone has pulled back my skin and poured acid on my muscles. The pain and the jerking of my feet that keeps me awake at night. That makes driving agony. I hate taking the medication that keeps things from being worse, that keeps my nerves from feeling like someone's using them for guitar strings.

And why do I have it?

No one knows.

The doctors can only treat the symptoms.

But I refuse, I REFUSE, to give in. I refuse to live life in a wheelchair, in a scooter like someone else with neuropathy that I know. As long as I can walk, with or without pain, I will. As long as I can drive, with or without pain, I will.


I have people depending on me. My husband. My kids.


I won't let this damned thing win. Even when I'm tired out of my mind. Even when the weather fronts come through and turn me into a human barometer. Even when my hormones make my day a living hell.

I will not give up.

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... so today will have to do. It's raining here to beat the band. I think that the vestiges of Frances finally arrived today and are pouring down outside. The girl is not feeling well; said she felt nauseous this morning, so I kept her home. She's really not one to fake such things and I'd much rather have her at home to rest and barf than have to go out to the school to get her because she's barfed all over herself there. Note: she hasn't produced yet....

Spent Labor Day at my bro's and SIL's house. It was nice if you don't count the grill nearly blowing up on us. Flames were shooting out the bottom, melting a couple of knobs and heading down the hose toward the propane tank. Fortunately, I think my husband finally woke up and smelled the Dr. Pepper and told bro what was happening and they were able to turn it off at the tank. SIL made brownies and fudge sauce: chocolate overload! Mmmmmm. It was a good day all around: I woke up yesterday to four review bots in my mailbox, two for Mr. Sunshine and two for Turnabout. Makes me want to write more on Turnabout. Trying to get a plot together for a one-shot Parker fic, too, in answer to my own challenge at

Found out for the first time that the folks are flying down on Thursday, which doesn't give me much time to clean house. We got some stuff done in the living room on Sunday, but there's a awful lot more to do. I've been working in the bathroom and folding clothes so far this morning. Just taking a break now before plunging in again. I'll be glad to see them; I think they'll be amazed at how big the kids have gotten, especially the girl.

Be back later if I can.

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I wish I knew why I had such a bad night last night. Could it be the old hormone dance? Seems too early in the month for that. I actually got to bed at a decent hour, but at three, I was tossing and turning on the bed, my feet burning. Got up and checked email then back to bed when I thought things had calmed down. But it hadn't. It took a foot massage and an all-over body massage (and more) from my hubby to finally get me relaxed and pain-free enough to sleep. This was around six a.m. and I slept in until 11:30.

I've only been up an hour at this point. No breakfast, which means no meds yet. I've posted my new TB one-shot, Mr. Sunshine, at We'll see what kinds of reviews it gets. Good ones, I hope, and lots of them. I've been rather disappointed by the reviews on Turnabout (Rain had a good perspective on it; it doesn't appeal to those who want to lust after the Tracy boys. Thanks, Rain!) and the fact that Boomercat has found a nifty new betareader has dealt a blow to my confidence.


Things will get better. I'll finish out Turnabout and move on to Washed Up (which needs a better title) and see what I can do there. I should go out and find a list of what Mary Sues are and do so I can take each and every one of them and stand it on its head. Today though I'll get my shower and watch Thunderbirds Are Go with my boys (the girl is spending the weekend with her cousin) and enjoy having my hubby home for a couple of days.

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