….. it most likely means that his kidneys, the ones that took a beating in that car accident five years ago, are failing.

Not confirmed yet, but it really doesn’t look good.

Send good thoughts?  I can’t picture my life without my Mau.

While at the doctor’s on Weds, she reminded me that I was due for two vaccinations, a tetanus booster and the first of the hepatitis Be vaccinations.  Now, I knew as soon as the nurse asked if I was right or left handed that one of them was gonna be bad, but I did not expect to get as sick as I did.

The next morning I woke up so sick I almost cried when I tried to stand up.  And in my stupidly fevered state, I was thinking, I can go to work, I can do this. If I can just walk a little, take some deep breaths, I’ll be able to work through the stiffness and stand upright. So I decide to go to the 7-11 two blocks away. I practically crawl there, and I’ve got fever and chills but I’m so stiff that I’m not shivering, I’m twitching. I overheard the cashier whisper to the other “meth” in a singsong tone, and I thought, ok, if I’m being mistaken for a tweeker, I think I should stay home from work.

So I crawled back into bed and didn’t budge all day, until I had to.  I had an appointment at four with my psychiatrist, and unless you have a note from the ER, a missed appointment means your insurance won’t cover the fee and you have to pay out of pocket the entire cost of the appointment.  So I had to drag myself in and attempt to convince him that the anti-anxiety meds are working like a dream, and the fact that I look like a zombie is completely unrelated!  I owe it to our good working relationship that he took me seriously.

I’m feeling much better today, which really is a low hurdle to jump, but I’m grateful.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to wrap my arms in caution tape, to ward off those well intentioned squeezes of where I got my shots.

… than to drink canned expresso, but DAMN, what is that aftertaste?

Sweet baby Jesus, it tastes like how a Kragen Auto Parts store smells.

For the low, low bargain basement copay price of twenty dollars, I got the full work up, the vajayjay checkup and a boobie rubdown, and a valuable lesson.

I learned that it is not appropriate to ask your (young) (hot) (female) (yes, this is relevant to the story) doctor if, while she’s feeling up your goods, you can take a picture for a male friend and/or financial gain.

….. who can’t resist telling you how much they paid for something when you compliment it?

I think I’ve become one of those. But in the cheapskate way, is that honestly any better? Maybe? No? Darn.

The knit navy dress is from the Everything $5.99 store, the navy sweater is from Forever 21, costing $12.99.  The boots are once again the five dollar yard sale find, the knee socks from Target set me back two bones.  The bracelet came from a quarter vending machine, and the necklace was a gift from my grandmother, who used to live next door to the artist.

Today we have the little black dress I picked up for $3.50 at the Salvation Army.  I’m delighted with more than just the price, the fabric is thick and it’s very comfortable.  The necklace you might recognize as the two dollar once I picked up from a local shop called Octopus Clothing, the socks are again from Target, this time $2.50.  And the shoes.  Have I ever mentioned that I bought my favorite shoes from the costume department of Walmart, two years ago, for seven dollars?

Yost: I’m starting to be worried about my genetics. According to these emails, the Yosts have a predisposition to dying in Nigeria.

Valancy Jane: Shame none of them left any large fortunes laying around so that you could be prepared for those medical bills.

Yost: What threw me off the first time is that I DO have an uncle who works for Exxon in the Pacific Rim
I had to call my grandparents

Valancy Jane: Yeah, go call and tell them their son might be dead.
That actually IS a good way to get an inheritance.

I could have clarified to her I was never trying to be his girlfriend, but I find it funnier to just let her walk away with what she thinks is the prize.

Taking a buspar right before watching a scary movie prolly negates the point of them both.

I bet you can guess which one was mine.

Valancy
I’m going to the Boo Ball tonight, you?

Jay
omg I think I’m the only one who’s not

Valancy
You should come!

Jay
well its sold out we’d have to CL our tickets
or look for a scalper ha

Valancy
Or kill someone with tickets.
Not me, of course.

Jay
HA
well…just tell me where you keep them and there will be no killing

Valancy
That’s sweet of you.