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What is this craziness in blood sugars? Two days with the exact same breakfast and same insulin at the exact same time, going into TC with readings less than 5 units apart (103 and 99), coming out w/ blood sugars of 224 (Friday) and 37 (Monday). WTF???

And I noticed the Michael Jackson Effect - very white patches on my skin. Fortunately they faded back to normal. I do NOT need lightening.

One of the great advantages of being a grown-up, especially when you live alone, is you can eat what you want. For example, tonight I went to the deli supermarket on the next block and bought a little hockey puck of New York style cheesecake. This cheesecake is, as we speak, becoming my dinner. Pizza will follow for dessert.

In unrelated news, SpaceX tonight launched their first commercial rocket, successfully delivering a Malaysian satellite to orbit. Their first 3 launches were failures, but this is 2 successes in a row for them and the future looks promising. They should launch their first Falcon 9 (their newer, bigger rocket) this year and perhaps even their Dragon spacecraft - intended to carry supplies and perhaps also people to the International Space Station. And the whole thing was webcast live from the "Gotta go, see ya, bye!" view of the launchpad dropping away to the engine cutoff in orbit with the blue marble of Earth behind.

Got I love living in the 21st century.

If anyone local has a bathroom scale they don't want, I am in the market for one cheap (as possible). Just sayin'

Also, accepting recommendations for a basic scale, one that does not talk to me or require batteries or anything fancy.

I'm trying to remember to post this everywhere...on the odd chance that any of you knows anyone in the Spokane area, tell them to come out to Song Fight Live! this weekend to see us play. Good times. Rock and roll.

This may sound odd, but...

Where would you go around town (or outside of town--I'm on the Eastside) to find a field full of daisies for a picnic?

ZZ had a weight check at the vet's today -- he's up a quarter pound since January and looks fine. I'll bring him in quarterly, just for a quick look-see like today's.

I realize we may have been exaggerating Zanther's age, he's most likely only turning 14 this year -- probably born in 1995, joined me in 1996, right after St. John's. (I suddenly wondered how if my career so far has been 5 years 1 industry, 5 another, and 3 in my current one, his proclaimed age was far higher than that sum, so I did the math. Nice to feel I have many more years of sharing comics with him! )

I posted a while ago, now I'm back around to ask... are there any managers/employers out there who might be able to give me some advice about this dang unemployed status of mine? I've tried all over, even hoofing it around town or on the bus to turn in resumes. Also, anyone with any leads on a job? I dunno, I'm grasping at straws.

anyone know what's playing/going on at cinerama tonight? it's the biggest turn out i've seen yet (which isn't saying much, i know). curiosity is getting the best of me, cuz it sure as hell cannot be for transformers.

 Hi there,

I looked in the memories, but couldn't find what I needed.

I am in very great need of both a psychologist and psychiatrist who deal with severe anxiety disorders.  It would be great if they were near Cap. Hill or had a sliding scale, but I realize this might be impossible.  I just need help- REALLY bad.  Any recommendations would be greatly appreciated.  I've tried a ton of community resources and every name they end up end up being full.  I'm having a VERY hard time finding a psychiatrist.  That is the most pressing issue.  Meds have never worked for me but I'm at the end of my rope and have got to find something that will work, so if you know of a good psychiatrist who has dealt with anxiety disorders I will be forever grateful.  I also would love a good anxiety therapist- I've tried tons but again, have gotten no where with them.  I've been told this isn't the best city for this and that there are not a ton of specialists out here, but if you have had good experiences I'd love to hear and hopefully get some leads.  Things have gone from bad to worse, so I really need your help.

Thank you

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There's a room opening up on August 1st in the other apartment in my house. barodar and dimers would be your apartment-mates.

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Hello everyone, the last three days have been very whirlwind.

H called me Friday morning, the morning I was to fly out to Miami to see him, to say that his company was moving him to California, and would I like to come along.

My first response was to think, "Awesome! They are having success! I like California, so let's go!"

I hung up the phone and thought a minute.

Then I realized that moving in the middle of moving in the middle of moving again might mix up my plans. So I called him back and told him so. He agreed that moving in the middle of the summer would throw everything off, so he pushed up our leaving date to this Wednesday night, so we got a weekend of vacation here in Florida, and then we have to jump into high gear to get everything done to move and so that I still get some work done.

It is a big change. A lot to process. They were going to be big changes anyway, and H doesn't understand why it is really any different just because we are now going to go someplace else.

But he could have said, "My company is moving me, this isn't a good time for us to spend time together, we'll do it later," or he could have said, "This is too much, you'll be in the way." Instead he said, "I'd like it if you'd come with me."

That's something!

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I want to thank everyone who has commented.  I am glad I did not report on the incident that happened over a week and a half ago, as I see that I have substantial information that convinces me that I am most likely incorrect in my perceptions.  I throughouly enjoy the discussion, and will continue to respond and comment on further comments.  I have decided that I will not take any action regarding the event I saw, and will continue to support the friends and family and people in the community who are disabled. 


To the guy at the Ash Way Park and Ride...

I know you don't think anyone was looking, but there were enough people who saw you.  You walked up to your black suv with your cane painted white with red tip.  Nice sunglasses, by the way.  Love how you walked right up, unlocked your car, threw all your belongings in the back seat, including the cane and then got into the drivers seat, and proceeded to drive away, removing the hanging disabled parking permit from your rear view mirror. 

I did my 12 of 12 photo diary for July, 2009.  Nothing too earth-shattering happened to me.  I'm going to start with my bonus photo, which is of Bear:

Awww!
 

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This article about running out of work, money, and luck is really interesting. Note the presumption of access to health insurance and a car.

And this: "Meanwhile they were finding out why some recipients have taken to calling the assistance program “Torture and Abuse of Needy Families.” From the start, the experience has been “humiliating,” Kristen said. The caseworkers “treat you like a bum — they act like every dollar you get is coming out of their own paychecks." " - I get the feeling welfare/jobs caseworkers in the US and UK treat people about exactly the same.

The UK assumption of the classes people are in being permanent is interesting to me. And the Parentes would have considered themselves middle class, as do I. But I think that I could just as easily slip into the same situation in two years as they have - out of work, no place to live, being treated like a scrounger by the government. My only saving grace is that I don't have to take care of any children. But I don't see myself having enough money saved up to keep this from happening, and God knows I would have no one to turn to to bail me out. My only hope is to just keep working and hope I stay employed.

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This whole weekend? Has kinda sucked.

First, I nearly hit a damn deer on the way home from the garden. Which wouldn't be out of the ordinary except that I did it off 212 in the middle of Eden Prairie, right in front of Super Target in the middle of the day. And it would have been the kind of "hit a deer" that results in broken bones and dead cars, not the kind that involves bad paint jobs, because I would have gone straight into the damn embankment. So it was scary.

Second, Nathan is sick. Which means that all of the fucktons of things that need to be done before we host my sister's party and have guests aren't done. Plus, the asshat has paid rent late for the last two months for no reason I can discern other than ADHD fuckwittedness. I mean, we had plenty of money, he just couldn't be arsed to mail the check. I love him to bits, but I really want to be married to a grownup.

Third, the gooddamn water tanks at the garden had all but run dry by the time we got there to water. I want to find whoever handles community gardening for the city of Eden Prairie and fucking deck them. In case you haven't noticed, there's a bit of a drout on!

Fourth, I'm out of insomnia meds, stressed out of my fucking mind with a combination of QEP questions, Delegation Audit, Accreditation Fucknuttery, and this implementation that is both nearly impossible and has been put on an accelerated schedule. I've been trying to cope with Benedryl and Nathan's Trazadone but they are not cutting it because they don't make me sleepy and don't deal with the anxiety that underlies my insomnia. I'm decompensating badly since I haven't had more than 5 hours of decent sleep in weeks. I need my meds but I hate having to feel like an addict to get them and I don't want to deal with trying to find a PCP either.

And okay, there WERE several good things that happened this weekend: We had a great trip to the farmer's market and Elliot and Rhysie enjoyed helping me shell peas for this turnip dish we're having tomorrow. But I'm dying of stress and grouchy like woah and retreating into idioticly schmoopy fanfic and am hoping that if I bitch and moan and whine and complain about the bad shit that it will force me to get off my ass and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

I have a favorite photographer in deviantart, Paulo Moreira. I saw one of his photo and immedately thought: Orfeo! O___O







Anyone else has photos that remind you of one of Jemiah's characters? XD