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clevermanka) wrote2011-04-13 09:29 am
clevermanka) wrote2011-04-13 09:29 am
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So very clever
Muscle pain is one of the side effects of the ...oh dear. The metronidozole? I don't remember now. But yes, a possible effect. Doesn't explain the joint pain, though. Moving on!
My mother sent me this: What Your Favorite Kid's Book Then Says About You Now. I have to admit, it was scarily accurate for me:
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster. No matter what, you’re always the only one at the office at 9am on the dot. Then you annoy everyone all day with all your clever puns.
Well!
I forgot to mention that during the "I want you to sing this at my funeral" conversation, I narrowly skated around having to bring up the topic of My Atheism. But unlike my mother, my father knows better than to ask questions to which he really doesn't want the answer. It must be difficult to be the parent of a child that you think is going to hell.
One thing I'm learning while on this highly structured drug regimen is that I snack a lot more than I thought I did. I can only eat during specified times, since I'm supposed to take the tetracycline four times a day on an empty stomach. That leaves some very narrow windows of eating opportunity. Probably twice a day I find myself thinking "How about a little something" and then I realize I can't. Snacking is evil and sneaky. I suspect I shall lose a couple pounds in the next two weeks. And with a little bit of effort, I shan't pick that habit back up.
The Crave is a Lie.
My mother sent me this: What Your Favorite Kid's Book Then Says About You Now. I have to admit, it was scarily accurate for me:
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster. No matter what, you’re always the only one at the office at 9am on the dot. Then you annoy everyone all day with all your clever puns.
Well!
I forgot to mention that during the "I want you to sing this at my funeral" conversation, I narrowly skated around having to bring up the topic of My Atheism. But unlike my mother, my father knows better than to ask questions to which he really doesn't want the answer. It must be difficult to be the parent of a child that you think is going to hell.
One thing I'm learning while on this highly structured drug regimen is that I snack a lot more than I thought I did. I can only eat during specified times, since I'm supposed to take the tetracycline four times a day on an empty stomach. That leaves some very narrow windows of eating opportunity. Probably twice a day I find myself thinking "How about a little something" and then I realize I can't. Snacking is evil and sneaky. I suspect I shall lose a couple pounds in the next two weeks. And with a little bit of effort, I shan't pick that habit back up.
The Crave is a Lie.