I've have this neck problem off and on for about 4 years. It took about 8 months for them to finally diagnose it as spasmodic torticollis.

It hadn't been flaring up terribly much for a long time, until about 3 months ago when it started flaring up several times a week.

They gave me Flexerall which sometime works on it, and sometimes not so much. I've started taking the Flexerall and some Ibuprofen at the same time, and that often does the trick, except that there seems to be a 50/50 chance that I will throw up the Ibuprofen when I do that (I never had any allergy to Ibuprofen before, and never seemed very sensitive to it or anything).

Well, this morning was another "wake up in lots of pain" morning. So I called off work, ate a bagel, took the pills and threw them up a half hour later, went to bed and stayed there until a little while ago.

I had appointment to try a chiropractor a few weeks ago, but canceled when Uncle John died. i went to a chair massage place one day just to try to get through the pain during a day at work, and the woman was really rough and I had no experience so i thought that was the way it was supposed to be-- anyhow it ended up feeling worse than in the first place.

Also, pretty much anytime I try to attempt any exercise at all, there is pretty much a guarantee that I will wake up with my neck flaring up again really badly.

I'm annoyed that my body never, EVER wants to cooperate with what I want it to do.

The rescheduled first at-home appointment with the adoption caseworker is this evening. I am really not up to speed-cleaning like I did for the appointment she missed, so she will have to deal with the place looking "lived-in" and mildly cluttered with yarn projects.

1.) Adoption caseworker is coming for the first homestudy visit a week from tomorrow. At our dumpy apartment. It seriously needs cleaned. And unwanted furniture moved out of it. And the carpet cleaners to come by. Like, wow.

2.) First choice location for wedding ceremony has fallen through. We now have two possible site options on the table. We might actually be setting the date for real, later this week.

3.) Work continues to be extraordinarily busy, and moderately tense. I can never get everything I need to do finished. Also, I don't think that the company they contract to for computer and IT stuff actually offers the specific type of services they THINK are offered. At work they say I can call the IT people for questions about fixing/changing aspects of the big ugly bugbear Access database, but they really don't know how to answer my questions ("I don't really know Access very well," both reps have said). So far, I've ended up figuring out most of the things on my own, by experimentation. But that's a huge time-waster, and with the great multitude of tasks assigned to me, I really need to be as efficient as possible. I mean, I'm really busting my ass every day, non-stop, and still cannot completely finish it all, before another thing starts up.

4.) Went to the Quaker gathering thing with Scot. It didn't go terribly well. We felt very strange the whole time. I felt badly for bringing him. The bed and breakfast was possibly the best part of the trip. It definitely was for Scot. Also we were supposed to see Matt there, but didn't see him.

5.) I have videos I want to post on youtube or photobucket or something, but I can't get them to upload. They are .mov format, and they seem to be the right size of file, so they should upload, right?! But they won't. Irritating.

6.) I only babysit Danielle on weekends. When she's not here, I actually miss her. It's totally cool to have a little person totally hanging on my every word with limitless adoration and following me around the house. She's a handful but I totally am into her. She has a tough little life-- I feel badly for her.

7.) Scot is now an uncle, for the 4th time, as of yesterday.

This is the largest thing I've ever made.

Aunt Debbie died this morning.

OMG, work has been just soooooooo--- WORKY lately. Like today: I was on the phone for 8 hours straight with no break and then had to go to a 2 hour dinner meeting afterwards. My face actually hurts, from talking on the phone to hundreds of teens and their parents. Oy.

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Well, I went to Uncle John's funeral the other week. It was just incredibly sad and terrible. I havent' seen my sister cry since we werew children. i have never seen Nanny cry before, ever. everyone was just sad and miserable and just-- I never experienced anything liek that before.

Found out yesterday that 3 days after the funeral, Aunt Debbie (his wife) was such a wreck, being in mourning so badly, that she had a heart attack AND a stroke. Now she is in a coma, in intensive care, on a breathing machine, and it's not looking good. But, her sister does not want to let her go. All very tragic. But, even more than how tragic it is, I find it surprising that she had that strong of a grieving reaction, when honestly, they were the type of married couple that made it seem to others that they really didn't like each other very much at all.

I think I have blogged already, before, about how little experience I have with deaths in the family-- I mean, it's really just difficult to know how to react. I really can't even decide how to feel. I have zero reference points for any of this. More than anything just I feel upset for Dad and Nanny, because THEY'RE upset, and they are the two most positively stoic people you could even imagine.

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We are supposed to get assigned our caseworker for the adoption homestudy this week. We also might be setting a date to get married, this week. There are just so many changes that have happened already in the past few months, and so many coming up... it's truly dizzying. But I'm staying on top of it all, so far.

It still would be nice, if people who were friends of mine 7 (or so) years ago would speak up and volunteer to fill out some of those adoption reference forms, because right now they are being filled out by people who knew me-- um-- FIFTEEN years ago. You can skip any of the questions that you don't feel comfortable answering, like about Scot and I, or about just Scot, if you don't know him (it really is about me, not him-- he has to get his own people to fill out HIS forms). But the gesture of filling out these things AT ALL, just doing the best you can, would mean just oodles of joy to me right now, because honestly I'm feeling totally heartbroken about people not volunteering to do this.

how many calories are in a cottage cheese pierogie?

rachel work sched - self reminder

I am:
off Thurs
work Fri 9-5
off Sat
off Sun
off Mon
off Tues
work Wed