Don'tcha know it pours!Sort of. I'm in Southern California. And contrary to the song title, it's been raining here.
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Don'tcha know it pours!Sort of. I'm in Southern California. And contrary to the song title, it's been raining here.
Sounds pretty cool - I've never been there - is it hot there right now? (and I don't mean the women)Sort of. I'm in Southern California. And contrary to the song title, it's been raining here.
Following pulling a muscle in the lower right side of my back on August 28, my hip and right leg have not stopped hurting. I was sick today after taking too much hydrocodone and wondering whether to have myself checked for Complex Regional Pain Syndrome or just screw the whole thing. Extremely tired of it.
If it keeps up another day, do check in. While I can understand the feeling, I think I speak for all of us when I say we'd rather you didn't screw the whole thing.
Tomorrow is my (real) birthday! (Not the pretend one I sometimes claim to, which happens to be the day I strained my back!) I am scheduled for acupuncture, which I have never had, at noon. If it doesn't work I resign myself to ignominy and death.
Wishing you a Happy Birthday and many healing vibes.Tomorrow is my (real) birthday! (Not the pretend one I sometimes claim to, which happens to be the day I strained my back!) I am scheduled for acupuncture, which I have never had, at noon. If it doesn't work I resign myself to ignominy and death.
Wishing you a Happy Birthday and many healing vibes.
Just do something nice for her tomorrow - it'll make you feel better and make it right with the universe. co-workers are like pesky family members. My co-worker is almost 80. She wont' retire - she looks amazing - you'd never think she's over 70. I have to bite my tongue all the time. But I love her. Somebody drag me out of my office if I'm still working at 80 though. I want to retire by 52. I've got so many things I want to do besides work.I wasn't very nice to my coworker today. I was just frustrated that she clocked out early and left me alone because of circumstances that couldn't be helped. Sometimes instead of reacting negatively, I just won't say anything to avoid conflict. Then she keeps repeating herself because she thinks I didn't hear her or she's looking for approval.
I didn't notice the date was passed by the time I replied. You'll make it next September 19th.
Sadly I let West's birthday go by without comment.
Did you make it this year [U]CoriSCapnSkip[/U] ?
Anyway, submitted for your approval, as Rod Serling used to say.
(((Sandy))) Lovely tribute to your dad.For me, this is personal to write about but maybe I will take a chance. This time in September many years ago my father passed away.
On the 29th September everything changed for me, his death chattered my world and I feel this empty space in my chest that never stops hurting, an ache that just doesn't stop. Yes, he was my father but he was my best friend, my mentor, my confidante too. He meant more to me than I can explain, he was such a good listener and always seemed to know the right thing to say and more importantly, when to say nothing -- just listen. He lives on through my daughters. My youngest has his height and his eyes, my oldest has that edge to her personality -- the attribute you respect in one who says little but when she does you listen.
I hope he rests peacefully. He was a great Dad. And I thank him for all he taught me.
I took a chance writing this but you are good people and thought you would understand. For me, it needed to be said and I cannot think of any other place I would rather write it. And you know, it must be the right thing to do because the tears are streaming down my face and the relief of saying it just feels better.
It may be only 7 am but I think I need to go for a walk now.
Thanks for reading, thanks for listening and most of all thanks to each and every one of you for just being you. I am so lucky to have met you, and its a privilege to call you my friends.
Alexandra M
For me, this is personal to write about but maybe I will take a chance. This time in September many years ago my father passed away.
On the 29th September everything changed for me, his death chattered my world and I feel this empty space in my chest that never stops hurting, an ache that just doesn't stop. Yes, he was my father but he was my best friend, my mentor, my confidante too. He meant more to me than I can explain, he was such a good listener and always seemed to know the right thing to say and more importantly, when to say nothing -- just listen. He lives on through my daughters. My youngest has his height and his eyes, my oldest has that edge to her personality -- the attribute you respect in one who says little but when she does you listen.
I hope he rests peacefully. He was a great Dad. And I thank him for all he taught me.
I took a chance writing this but you are good people and thought you would understand. For me, it needed to be said and I cannot think of any other place I would rather write it. And you know, it must be the right thing to do because the tears are streaming down my face and the relief of saying it just feels better.
It may be only 7 am but I think I need to go for a walk now.
Thanks for reading, thanks for listening and most of all thanks to each and every one of you for just being you. I am so lucky to have met you, and its a privilege to call you my friends.
Alexandra M
My heart aches for you too. I know this pain. I know this longing to talk to them. The split second when you think, I need to call _______ and realize they aren't there to answer anymore. It is an anxious gnawing creature that overwhelms a person.For me, this is personal to write about but maybe I will take a chance. This time in September many years ago my father passed away.
On the 29th September everything changed for me, his death chattered my world and I feel this empty space in my chest that never stops hurting, an ache that just doesn't stop. Yes, he was my father but he was my best friend, my mentor, my confidante too. He meant more to me than I can explain, he was such a good listener and always seemed to know the right thing to say and more importantly, when to say nothing -- just listen. He lives on through my daughters. My youngest has his height and his eyes, my oldest has that edge to her personality -- the attribute you respect in one who says little but when she does you listen.
I hope he rests peacefully. He was a great Dad. And I thank him for all he taught me.
I took a chance writing this but you are good people and thought you would understand. For me, it needed to be said and I cannot think of any other place I would rather write it. And you know, it must be the right thing to do because the tears are streaming down my face and the relief of saying it just feels better.
It may be only 7 am but I think I need to go for a walk now.
Thanks for reading, thanks for listening and most of all thanks to each and every one of you for just being you. I am so lucky to have met you, and its a privilege to call you my friends.
Alexandra M
This.I know this pain. I know this longing to talk to them. The split second when you think, I need to call _______ and realize they aren't there to answer anymore.
Beautifully written. Such great things about your dad.For me, this is personal to write about but maybe I will take a chance. This time in September many years ago my father passed away.
On the 29th September everything changed for me, his death chattered my world and I feel this empty space in my chest that never stops hurting, an ache that just doesn't stop. Yes, he was my father but he was my best friend, my mentor, my confidante too. He meant more to me than I can explain, he was such a good listener and always seemed to know the right thing to say and more importantly, when to say nothing -- just listen. He lives on through my daughters. My youngest has his height and his eyes, my oldest has that edge to her personality -- the attribute you respect in one who says little but when she does you listen.
I hope he rests peacefully. He was a great Dad. And I thank him for all he taught me.
I took a chance writing this but you are good people and thought you would understand. For me, it needed to be said and I cannot think of any other place I would rather write it. And you know, it must be the right thing to do because the tears are streaming down my face and the relief of saying it just feels better.
It may be only 7 am but I think I need to go for a walk now.
Thanks for reading, thanks for listening and most of all thanks to each and every one of you for just being you. I am so lucky to have met you, and its a privilege to call you my friends.
Alexandra M