Scabs are gross.
FWIW, Wonkers, ya filthy fuckaducks, Yer Elder Evil is gonna humble brag for just a second or three.
I've had chronic (heh) severe pain issues since breaking my back in 2004 and getting my ride side and pelvis crushed 2 weeks before back surgery in 2005. (Throw in 3 hurricanes in a row and having a baby, and yeah, those were some frisky GD years)
Anywho, I've been on Morphine ER since late 2005. It's been slowly but surely paralyzing my intestines and esophagus. It Sucks.
So, with the support of my darling fiance', my friends who know much about pain and "alternative" things, and my local dispensary/Apothecary, I am Morphine free for the first time in 23 years.
I got fed up with the stepping down process dragging it out, so a week ago I just quit, cold turkey. It wasn't pleasant, but it was necessary. The worst side effects are gone, now I'm just dealing with the BP spikes and drops.
So now I'm managing my pain with this Mushroom and CBD concoction my apothecary whips up for me, with CBD oil for breakthrough pain. I'm not as good as I was on morphine, but I'm getting better daily.
She was plunged into many things at age 7, and has had her hands full. I doubt if her life resembles yours.
Explain to Robyn why vaping and drinking wine during on her air time is unprofessional and not helpful for Wonkette's reputation .
She's a woman who managed to evade a ruined life somehow. But she didn't also get to college, I guess, or she'd have learned about strikes. I'm glad somebody talked her around. I think she's shown many times that she's a generous person, and a really good person.
What did Bill Maher say? Is his show on all this time?
That idiot Maher deserves to lose everything. First for his crappy show to begin with, second for this.
Kitten update: we had video visits with the two foster-pairs we were interested in, and after some discussion decided on the second pair: 7 month old litter-mates, a ginger tabby boy with white chest & paws, and a calico girl with a black half-mask marking on her face, and polydactyly in her front paws, to the tune of *seven* toes on each front foot. Apparently the toe-beans are adorable per their foster dad. Both spayed/neutered, got all their shots, and my wife is picking them up on Thursday night. Pics will be posted once they arrive and are settled in enough to lose their skittishness.
The polydactyl one pretty much sealed the deal when she went to drink from her water bowl, and *reached across it* with one paw to brace herself right above the water. I think we all knew right then. :)
Black feral kitteh has returned to my aunts farm and had another litter of kittens.
Bit the bullet and ordered a live trap myself, cause it is quite the hassle to get one trough the local rescues. They might need them themselves, involves lots of driving etc. Figured this would keep happening anyway, there is always some feral moving in and starting the cycle a new.
Hopefully we will be succesfull doing TNR on her this time.
Running on fumes today. I was awoken constantly by text messages last night. Long story short, the hospital, after a battery of tests, finally realized by 89-year-old dad has Covid. So probably my mother and sister and her husband and kid all have it. Probably due to my brother bringing it home to them. This is the downside of living with a bunch of people. Anyway, they gave my dad a 'script for Paxlovid, but they won't give my mother who was there for something like 6 hours at the ER with him one. She has to go to her PCP. I don't get why the ER (who is after all not my father's PCP either) can't just give her a test and give her the meds she needs too, but anyway...
Good morning all, and fuck Jann Wenner sideways with a pitchfork. Or maybe just with Pitchfork.
"Wenner said the quiet part loud for anyone who’s ever wondered why Black and female artists were often denied the preferential treatment Wenner’s guys received. While The Masters contains one new interview (with Bruce Springsteen), it’s a collection of Wenner’s older talks with Bob Dylan, Jerry Garcia, Mick Jagger, John Lennon, Springsteen, Pete Townshend, and Bono. Apparently, in his decades as the architect of the American rock ’n’ roll canon, he didn’t do a single interview with a Black or female artist worthy of inclusion. The reason: He didn’t think they were 'articulate enough.'"
Wow. The AP calls the republicans cheating, lying authoritarians.
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘖𝘗 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳’𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
𝗥𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗻
#Worldle #605 3/6 (100%)
Missed the usual--population and flag on bonus rounds.
'Oh power, passion plays a double hand
Union, Union Union City man
Arrive, climb up four flights
To the orange side
Rearrange my mind
In turquoise Union, Union, Union City blue
Skyline, passion, Union City blue
Power, passion plays a double hand
Union, Union, Union City man
I say he's mine
I have a plan
I say he's my Union City man
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue'
Morning all. ☕
#Worldle #605 X/6 (96%)
Thank the Goddess that you people are here. And that at least it's not 4 in the morning.
Woke up too early from a dream. Long story short, I was supposed to have "brunch" (at 8 a.m.) with Hillary Clinton and two of her aids in DC. Met them at the restaurant at 8:30, not realizing I was late, apologized profusely and specifically to "Madam President," then proceeded to get lost as the waiter lead us to a table in this very busy and labyrinthian restaurant. Spent the rest of the dream wandering back alleys in DC, desperately trying to find the restaurant, and Hillary, crying and desolate that I had disappointed her. Ended up stuck half in and half out of a tiny window I was crawling through to get to the street.
And the minute I woke up I knew that I was not only myself in the dream, but also Hillary. I have disappointed myself. Tried to go back to sleep, but no dice. There's no denying the truth of this. Another "old age" dream to wrestle with. Damn it, Subconscious, take a rest!
So I got up, made coffee, fed the cats, and it was a full five minutes downstairs before I remembered that actually, Hillary Clinton never was President. And that's when my eyes suddenly filled with tears.
So maybe it's not JUST me that has disappointed me, but the whole country. Nice that it's not just my fault, I guess.
No more of that John Wick movie for me.
#Worldle #605 2/6 (100%)
Cool and rainy out tonight (mid-fortiesF), and Wild Thing, she who came to me as a young, mistrustful stray thirteen years ago, decided to go walkabout earlier this evening. Weighing the perils of her becoming benighted vs. her point-walking on me repeatedly during the night to remind me of her request, I folded and let her out. Looked for her and called a few times, and then went to sleep.
Awake to pee in the night, and there she was, a dark blob against the darkness at the door to my upper-story deck. She wraps around the 4x6 corner post and shimmies up, then crawls through the railing while grasping the edge of the deck.
I let her in, and found her rain bespattered, and towel-dried her. And reflecting, realized she's never been sick. Never even had a cold in all the years I've known her, not as far as I remember. The usual shots, some dental cleaning. Never been hurt.
I should take her to Cancun or something in thanks for all she's saved me in vet bills.