All your braincells are belong to us
Mar. 28th, 2003 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdI. have. had. it.
I'm moving to Australia.
I went to bed with hubby in my arms, now hubby's lying on my hair...
You know the drill.
Anyway, so I roust the crew, who hasn't been out of bed before noon all week, out at 6. Big kids have dr. appointments.
I go to work, get the library all opened. (BTW, did I mention making coffee for the coffee shop has ben added to my list of duties this week? I fraggin hate coffee!)
We go to the doctor. Hubby gets lost and we're a little late for one appointment. On the way, i check my planner. I have, of course, scheduled MY physical on the same day at the same time that my Jonner goes in for his semi-annual ear check. Fuckses, precious.
I get called to the desk (hubby has gone to the bathroom, and apparently fallen in). The appointment was last Friday. At 8:20 and 8:40. I wish i was in Australia.
I think I had a nervous break-down on the receptionist's counter. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, so I sorta did both. She took pity and they worked us in. (the schedule was light)
Oldest daughter is in the 130% percentile for her height. She is 5'5" and weighs 102. Obi is dead average for an 8 year old.
She's showing a bit of scoliosis, but what scared me were the words Marfan's Syndrome.
So she's got a genetics appointment, as does Obi for Levy-Roussay.
We called the doctor when we got home to make an appointment for my ears.
He leaves the office at noon, and it was 12:10.
Then the storm moved in so i had to move the kids' party to the house.
We had some fun. River Rat was a hit (sort of musical chairs, the person caught in the river[throw rug] is out).
Last night, I went to Wal-Mart to get party stuff. A basket full of stuff and my card won't swipe. Turns out if you dispute a charge, the bank cancels your debit card. Naturally, i didn't have my checkbook.
Now I have 7 kids playing boardgames (including Escape the Death Star) while Popeye cartoons run in the background.
The worst is, i can't go to bed and read slash until i feel better.
I have to stay up another hour or two until they start to drop.
It has been a terrible horrible no good very bad week.
Some weeks are like that. Even in Australia.
I'm moving to Australia.
I went to bed with hubby in my arms, now hubby's lying on my hair...
You know the drill.
Anyway, so I roust the crew, who hasn't been out of bed before noon all week, out at 6. Big kids have dr. appointments.
I go to work, get the library all opened. (BTW, did I mention making coffee for the coffee shop has ben added to my list of duties this week? I fraggin hate coffee!)
We go to the doctor. Hubby gets lost and we're a little late for one appointment. On the way, i check my planner. I have, of course, scheduled MY physical on the same day at the same time that my Jonner goes in for his semi-annual ear check. Fuckses, precious.
I get called to the desk (hubby has gone to the bathroom, and apparently fallen in). The appointment was last Friday. At 8:20 and 8:40. I wish i was in Australia.
I think I had a nervous break-down on the receptionist's counter. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, so I sorta did both. She took pity and they worked us in. (the schedule was light)
Oldest daughter is in the 130% percentile for her height. She is 5'5" and weighs 102. Obi is dead average for an 8 year old.
She's showing a bit of scoliosis, but what scared me were the words Marfan's Syndrome.
So she's got a genetics appointment, as does Obi for Levy-Roussay.
We called the doctor when we got home to make an appointment for my ears.
He leaves the office at noon, and it was 12:10.
Then the storm moved in so i had to move the kids' party to the house.
We had some fun. River Rat was a hit (sort of musical chairs, the person caught in the river[throw rug] is out).
Last night, I went to Wal-Mart to get party stuff. A basket full of stuff and my card won't swipe. Turns out if you dispute a charge, the bank cancels your debit card. Naturally, i didn't have my checkbook.
Now I have 7 kids playing boardgames (including Escape the Death Star) while Popeye cartoons run in the background.
The worst is, i can't go to bed and read slash until i feel better.
I have to stay up another hour or two until they start to drop.
It has been a terrible horrible no good very bad week.
Some weeks are like that. Even in Australia.
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Date: 2003-03-28 08:33 pm (UTC)Oh, and about Marfan... If you google for "marfan syndrome" the fifth hit is a truly excellent personal site by a wonderful friend of mine.
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Date: 2003-03-29 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-29 06:18 am (UTC)Dang. Wish I had some new slash to send to you.
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Date: 2003-03-29 11:17 am (UTC)It's not confirmed, but I'm really hoping she doesn't have it.
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Date: 2003-03-29 11:20 am (UTC)::wallows::
Especially knowing you're having a rough week yourself.
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Date: 2003-03-29 11:24 am (UTC)And I've been busily enjoying the Sentinel slash. Watching the episodes has been a delight. "You must learn to listen to your heart," says a man who claims to be an angel (after Blair has just stomped out on Jim) "but first, you must listen to others' hearts." (and he nods the way Blair went.)
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Date: 2003-03-29 10:56 pm (UTC)