Moby on my lap this evening, watching her. Loves the new sheepskin. D needed new slippers, no sense getting cheap, he wears them all the time. And I found this fluffy white thing, and D, well, he takes care of me, offers me comfort.
She had to get to the window, then had to get back in.
Coming over to see if Moby will play. Jumped up near him, he sighed at her, I nudged her down. Then he jumped down and they took it in turns to chase each other a little.
Struggling with the day. Dreamed of my father last night, the first since moving into our house. And very unlike previous ones, still in his house, facing him, anxious, angry, creepy. This one involved beautiful mountain roads, dark forests below, bright blue sea, and I was behind him, he couldn't face me, nor notice the glorious scenes. Neutral emotions about him, no revulsion, still not liking him, but I had his back, somehow responsible for him, neither of us driving. Even so, the hole remains, for now. Worse, as is often the case when starting to heal. Bad stammering, prickly impatience with glitches, distractible.
Overly amused with a misspelling on the schedule. Perrifieral neuropathy. General typing errors, even adventurous spelling, in casual writing, really doesn't bother me too much. But when someone is paid specifically to produce accurate documents that other staff rely on that information, should at bare minimum SPELL correctly. Spell check, dictionaries, really, c'mon, peripheral. Odd, yes, but not uncommon.
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i was always amazed when reading my patients' charts that people who suffered from various ailments would not be able to spell them. can't tell you how many times i was informed someone was suffering from "asma" and because i am an evil grammar nazi it would bother me to no end. of course they weren't medical professionals, but it seems to me that it's only respectful to your disease to be able to spell it correctly. sigh... i really wish i didn't care about things like this, but alas i do.
glad you are healing.
pc,
Oh, I see that as well. But to me that is just funny. Worst example I heard of was a male patient who'd had a portacaval shunt. When reporting this procedure to his surgeon, he'd somehow turned it into "portable shaving cunt."
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