Farewell to a Beggar

We lost one of our own today.  I am starting to get really, really incredibly pissed off at this death thing.  It sucks any way you look at it.  If you know the person is nearing the end (whether it’s because of age or cancer or whatever) it sucks.  If you don’t know, because the person is young and reasonably healthy and there’s no reason to suspect anything is amiss, it sucks.  I was in the latter camp today, blindsided by it.

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ahhh…HA!

Last night we went out for National Ravioli Day (yes, I do live in the best country ever) to a new little Italian joint up the road.  The food was amazing, save the t-ravs (ironic, yes?).  They were a bit tough and chewy.  But the hand-rolled meatballs, and the aroncinis and the salads were top notch and definitely worthy of returning.

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Bummer

This just proves that going to the neurologist is no fun.
Another vote for trigeminal neuralgia today. I tried really hard not to cry when he told me there is no treatment for it, but I couldn’t help it. They throw scary meds at it in varying doses to try and manage it, but it’s all really just a crap shoot. Maybe it’ll go away on its own, in time. Maybe.
I think if you’re going to give a person news like that, you should at least let her get some kicks with the rolling stools.

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Green Day

A year after leaving the soul-sucking cesspool that was my last job, I’ve finally broken out of the old dress code. Fun prints and bright colors.
Lots of green today, for luck o’ the Irish. Happy Eire Day to you and yours!

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Concurring diagnoses!

Okay, boys and girls.  We might be finally settling on a resolution.  At the very least, a common diagnosis.  Dentist today poked around, and rattled his metal mirror torture-device thingy around my teeth and, after peeling me off the ceiling, proclaimed, “I think it’s trigeminal neuralgia.”  Ding ding ding!  That’s what the primary care doc said, so that’s what we’re going with for now.

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