Soon I'll hit the switch and fold into the universe
In things today that didn't suck rocks screaming through a straw, I worked through the late morning and afternoon and dozed off on the couch in the evening while rewatching Jean Renoir's This Land Is Mine (1943). Occasionally the thunder woke me and sometimes I saw the lightning flicker on the inside of my eyelids, but otherwise I slept through a shatteringly impressive storm that seems to have done nothing to wring out the humidity but was probably still a good idea for avoiding drought. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch made me dinner of scrambled eggs and very liquid grits with goat cheese and black cherry Jell-O for dessert while I was sleeping. Hestia watched over me. I feel very cared for by people who are not medical professionals. The part where I remain in lots of pain still sucks.
spatch made me dinner of scrambled eggs and very liquid grits with goat cheese and black cherry Jell-O for dessert while I was sleeping. Hestia watched over me. I feel very cared for by people who are not medical professionals. The part where I remain in lots of pain still sucks.
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The trouble is that I need the expertise of the ones who are professionals! I don't need them to make me dinner. I just need them to listen to me.
(I do refer to the cats as Drs. Hestia and Autolycus, however, and they are the best medical professionals of all.)