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Morning. Day off. Sigh.
Apr. 16th, 2007 06:28Sleep is for the weak.
And for people with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome who aren't in their twenties anymore.
Feh.
And for people with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome who aren't in their twenties anymore.
Feh.
Apr. 16th, 2007
Went up, had some blood drawn, a couple of x-rays, went out to pick carrots, back in time for lunch.
The phleb was better than he thought he was -- he got me on the first try, which is a small miracle. Between that and the speediness I got in to get the x-rays done, I'm really seeing the difference between Cowell and Kaiser. Small, efficient and skilled wins the day.
The sandy soil up there killed my skin -- my hands feel like sandpaper. Gotta deal with that... after I plant the beans and corn today. :)
For now, I'm realizing how cold the living room is. It's beautiful out there, but it must be 50 degrees in here. Brr.
The phleb was better than he thought he was -- he got me on the first try, which is a small miracle. Between that and the speediness I got in to get the x-rays done, I'm really seeing the difference between Cowell and Kaiser. Small, efficient and skilled wins the day.
The sandy soil up there killed my skin -- my hands feel like sandpaper. Gotta deal with that... after I plant the beans and corn today. :)
For now, I'm realizing how cold the living room is. It's beautiful out there, but it must be 50 degrees in here. Brr.
