britney spears is pregnant? BWAHAHAHAHA. so much for being a post-pop-tart sex kitten. altho' she has trainers and doctors and such to restore her to fabulous shape after the pregnancy, and will have maids and nannys to actually, you know, look after the brat. still, no one can be pregnant for you. good luck with that.
who wants to bet she names the kid something ridiculous? like, some cutesy malformed spelling of a normal name, or something completely ridiculous and made-up. i can see it now - kellsea or kaylee or mahkaylah, or meadow or raindrop or tigerlily. believe it or not, i actually know a kid named meadow. i also know a kid named ireland. these are names that sound pretty in theory, but when you consider putting them to an actual face, it should make you come to your senses.
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i have turned into my mother. i have started taking my purse into my bedroom at night. not because i'm afraid that someone will break into the house (apartment) and steal my empty wallet, or that the house (apartment) will catch fire and i will have to run (jump?) for it - which i guess sort of disqualifies me as being my mother - but because i'm tired of fishing out my inhaler and my eyedrops to take them to bed and then putting them back in the morning. still, maybe this is how it starts. next i'll be driving too goddamn slow and waking up at six a.m. and insisting everyone call me as soon as they get home so i know they're not dead in a ditch somewhere. jesus.
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my appointment with the sports doctor is on friday morning. the receptionist told me that ohip covers the cost of the appointment. i don't know if ohip will pay for xrays and mris and whatever other delightful tricks the doc will have up his sleeve. i certainly fucking hope so. my job sort of depends on the mobility and strength of things like knees and elbows, which are both very co-operatively wailing miserably this week. accordingly, the corresponding ankles and wrists (conveniently on the respective sides that are already rotten with old injury) are getting awfully cranky with the keeping-up duties, and before long i'm going to have another freaking problem on my hands, so i hope to hell this guy can do something for me.
the allergist, however, is still over a month away, and i may claw out my eyeballs and/or my nasal passages before i get to him. it is not normal or right or healthy to be congested for six months, nor is it particularly enjoyable.
in better news, the med experiment is still going smoothly, even with various people trying to piss me off, upset me and/or give me an anxiety attack. i have not killed anyone, injured myself purposely, or slept excessively. i laid down on the couch for an hour or so both monday and today, but never really fell asleep like i would have done in a heartbeat a couple of weeks ago. in the past couple of days, i've noticed a ridiculous difference in how i feel when i get up in the morning - a little tired but alive and able to operate. i don't even really remember this feeling, it's been so long since i've had it. hopefully, it will last, or more accurately, the sanity will hold out so that it can continue.