Couch 167 1/2; Tennis Anyone?

(((Squirrel))) why do you think pdoc weighing is not a good thing? Weight is such a touchy subject anymore. He might just be concerned if your meds are affecting your weight, if theres been a change. Are you okay?

I have some metformin that I bought on the black market.

Not even kidding.

One of today’s exchanges:

ATAT: How have I grown? Give me an example.
Info: Well...you came to see me and you keep coming, despite all these negative experiences with therapists.
ATAT: That isn’t growth. That’s the definition of insanity.

Your exchanges with info are sometimes quite similar to mine with the first woman.

Maybe I should go live in a cave somewhere. My yard has become overgrown. I have anxiety about calling someone to come take care of it because dealing with people on more than a cursory level makes me anxious lately. I'm also anxious because I know my neighbors are probably irritated by my yard. I'd weed eat it myself but I don't know where the batteries are and the thought of digging through all the stuff in the garage to find them fills me with dread. All my husband's stuff is out there and I just don't want to deal with any of it. So I get home today and one neighbor is in my yard with a shovel, apparently weeding something. She's out there with another neighbor, an older woman who is not the most pleasant person I've met. They keep calling me a shortened version of my name, so today I just told them that's not my name. Then the old bat asks me when I'm going to do something about this mess. I told her I'd take care of it when I get around to it and that she was rude then went into my house. I probably should have just kept my mouth shut but I was annoyed and didn't feel like dealing with any of this. I felt ambushed in my own yard. I've managed to mostly avoid my neighbors for 10 months. I just want them to leave me alone. I feel like I don't belong here anymore.

I came to Info’s a different way and passed a Hooters. Draw your own conclusions.

Since you went past it, I assume your membership has expired.

Whattystrate?

*takes tisket some ice cream*

I get the feeling that you like school, Artie, and it makes me jealous!

He's home now. They actually don't really know what happened. Now they don't think it was wpw, and he doesn't have diverticulitis. They think it's the metformin messing with his stomach, which is causing high bp. That sounds like bs to me, but I'm not a doctor. What do I know...

I am only 5 foot, so 122 is not too little....it is about right. So, it's not like I have an eating disorder. But, I am afraid that pdoc will think that I do. That's the last thing I want.

A good night's sleep and waking with good dreams in my head makes SUCH a difference. That and a glass of wine instead of a cup of second-favorite tea.

I am starting to wonder if I've slipped into an alternate dimension, actually. One teen took out the trash without being asked, and another washed his lunch dishes today. And they've been helpful with dinner, setting the table and so forth. The biggest one even helped cook and had a real conversation with me instead of just grunting. There is hope for the future. It's like they're turning into people or something.
(That is a joke, btw. My kids are and always have been remarkable people and I really really like them. Poking fun is our way of making sure we all navigate their teenhood without too much conflict.)

It's my favourite word I learnt on the couch, it means to throw (someone) out of a window.

Do you have a regular medical doctor or gyn? At your next annual checkup, or before, you could let them know youve lost weight (and why/how, so they dont think its for no reason), and they can make sure your blood work, pressure, etc is ok.

Were you here the day we learned callipygian?

A good night's sleep and waking with good dreams in my head makes SUCH a difference. That and a glass of wine instead of a cup of second-favorite tea.


I am starting to wonder if I've slipped into an alternate dimension, actually. One teen took out the trash without being asked, and another washed his lunch dishes today. And they've been helpful with dinner, setting the table and so forth. The biggest one even helped cook and had a real conversation with me instead of just grunting. There is hope for the future. It's like they're turning into people or something.

(That is a joke, btw. My kids are and always have been remarkable people and I really really like them. Poking fun is our way of making sure we all navigate their teenhood without too much conflict.)

Now I have a new favorite word.

If only I had opportunity to use it in real life...

Take lessons from una. She uses it quite often.

Use it or lose it!

Use it or lose it!