Is it just me, or is this week crazy?
Category Archive for 'My So-Called Life'
From what people tell me, another day of the bad stuff and then a week of feeling exhausted. Whee!
Blogging will be light. Looks like I caught something in the doctor’s office!
As you all should know by now, I hate mice — at least, when they’re in my space. I noticed a mouse in the kitchen this week (hopefully only one) and baited a trap with peanut butter. Then I heard the snap! All well and good. But then I looked over and saw its little […]
It’s really cold today — 18 degrees, I think, and the wind is howling. On the day the Mercury retrograde hits, it takes me back to the time ten or so years ago when I had pneumonia. It didn’t seem quite fair at the time (after all, I never smoked and wasn’t high risk) but […]
I was supposed to pick a friend up for dinner last night and the car wouldn’t start– despite the new battery and the new alternator. So it’s back to the mechanic, who thinks it’s the electrical system. The universe, my friend says, is testing me. UPDATE: Okay, I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to pump […]
Yesterday I got my “new” car back, and despite 227K miles, it’s practically new. Here’s a list of what was replaced: Steering boots, wipers, grille clips; air, oil and fuel filters; muffler, resonator pipe, transmission filter, all new lights, timing belt, water pump, alternator and belt, engine gaskets and seals; spark plugs, thermostat, front and […]
UPDATE: One of those days, I guess. Despite being diagnosed by three different doctor’s with a Baker’s cyst, it didn’t show up on the ultrasound. Now I need an MRI. And I’m not getting my car yet. My mechanic had it out on a test run after fixing the alignment, and the alternator went — […]
Everyone is using up their vacation time, so there aren’t a lot of stories. I’ll dig up what I can. In the meantime, I’m going to the hospital this afternoon to get a Baker’s cyst drained. (It took me a while to find a place where they’d do it.) The orthopedist explained to me why […]
So last night, while I was sleeping, a shelf in the storage closet in my downstairs hallway collapsed, spewing assorted cans of paint all over the place. I will have to pay to replace the carpeting. Oh joy. My luck is holding!