...shut up and eat.
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A New Kid On The Block?
So the illness won.
I'd like to say at this point that I died- because I feel like death, but unfortunately the news isn't quite that sunny. By saying "it won" means I finally broke down and went for the hard stuff.
I found a walk in clinic run out of a major drug store chain. Where you see a Nurse Practitioner and they do some sort of pseudo diagnosis- and you get a prescription. Just to talk to her costs $65, which I had to put on a credit card. Resentment #1. She talked to me for maybe 15 minutes, checked my vitals and said her best guess is bronchitis. So because it's lasted so long she gave me antibiotics and an inhaler. The inhaler doesn't seem to be doing much, at least so far- and that alone cost me $40. Resentment #2.
My foster kids are going in tomorrow afternoon to spend the night and get operated on first thing Thursday morning. Lily Munster and Gomez Adams will be put up for general adoption Friday. They'll get adopted quickly, but frankly, no one is good enough for my babies. Vincent Price, however, will be coming back home with me. One of our volunteers had mentioned a friend of hers would love to have an orange tabby kitten. So he may very well go home with her hopefully Tuesday, when she can come in to see him. I truly hope that works out well.
I sent pictures to to the volunteer's friend of Vincent playing with a plastic bag. I also forwarded them to AZ for him to see. He forwarded them to his sister, who is visiting Arizona from Pennsylvania.
So of course his sister ended up emailing me. She said hi, she told me about a family party they may have in october that she would like to see me at, she said she'd heard a lot about me. She also said that AZ seems to be becoming quite "smitten". I couldn't help but take the opportunity in my reply, that I am not at all getting that impression from him, "Smitten eh? I wish I was getting that impression myself. But smitten or not, it doesn't change the fact that I am extremely fond of your brother. He knows how I feel. It's really all in his hands. " Sometimes I wonder what kind of impression exactly he IS giving his family.
And people wonder why I'm confused.
On a final note. My sister went into the hospital this afternoon with contractions. It is now almost 11pm and she has not yet had the baby boy we are all expecting. I found/find it pointless to be down there right now, considering she'll probably pop some time in the wee morning hours I'm guessing. I'll go down tomorrow morning before work to say hi to the new little one.
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