Thank goodness that’s over
Yeah, so today was Thanksgiving. My hunny went out of town, but I didn’t– I hadn’t been able to make plans in advance, and he had told me that after flying halfway across the country, there’d be an 8-hour drive (to Ohio, and I hate Ohio!). So I didn’t go.
Fortunately, friends remembered me, and Kat invited me to dinner at Cathaus. I got more and more nervous as the time of the dinner approached, esp. since there was a lot of stuff I had wanted to do today and didn’t get around to. But I went, and was only 15 minutes late, and the people who tried my dill/garbanzo bean salad liked it.
Being there was really awkward in a lot of ways. The worst, though, was that C. was there, and she stopped returning my phone calls in July. That’s 4 months of missing my friendship with her, and missing out on hanging out with her baby. I run into the dad when he’s out with the baby all the time. (they are no longer a couple, as far as i know, but he lives on a street that is on my way home from work on many days when i have work) Apparently she is moving out of my old house and into the Cathaus, or at least that was the impression that I got tonight. I mostly ignored her, because it is all just too awkward, and because, frankly, if you ignore me, I’m going to ignore you. Like gets like, as the old folks say.
I did get to meet a few people, including someone who posts to Indybay a lot. At least I think that was hir! When sie said hir name, I was like…. “?? I should know this name.” And then when I got home, it occurred to me- that was Philippe Lonestar (apparently pronounced Felipe), wasn’t it? Neat.
Danita asked me if I was still living in that little apartment she’d been to years ago. I was like, “I don’t think you’ve been to my house.” I think she was referring to the place I moved out of 4 years ago!! Z and I have been in this place for 2.5 years, now. I can’t believe it’s been so long.
Sometimes it’s fun to be Debbie Downer, especially when I think I can get away with it because I’ve been mostly positive-acting. Like, I mentioned that when I called my mother, she was like, “Yep, I’m heading out to the cemetary to see your grandparents- today’s the anniversary (4 years) of your grandmother’s death.” That’s how it is in my family.
A few minutes ago I looked at the Slingshot that I brought home from the dinner. I read Ashley’s really nice article about Honza. I also noticed that Indybay was not attributed for my photo of him that was printed in the paper. Oh, well. Let it be known that I took that photo, I think at the WTO protest in Sacramento all those years ago (2003? that’s not so many years!)
The good old days seem so far away…tomorrow is Buy Nothing Day, which is the anniversary of the very first time I ever kissed Pookie.
Possible new diagnosis for my hands
Well, I gave in this week and called the doctor about my hands. I went in today. The doctor I saw was new (to me, at least), and the records from my 2005 nerve conduction study apparently are not in my file. (the results apparently showed no carpal tunnel damage, but she wants to make sure that they tested my hands/thumbs)
She said that I probably have arthritis in my hands (tonight we have 100% relative humidity, so maybe the weather has really been setting it off). Interesting, considering that both of my parents have arthritis. Also interesting that my left hand hurts more than my right– when I was arrested at at Reclaim the Streets-type protest 2 years ago, the cops injured my hands. She said something about “fascia” running under the whole hand, and that that’s why, even if the arthritis is just in my thumbs, i feel all this awful pain in my fingers. Great! I think pot has been helping a bit tonight, but sadly it hurts my thumb to use the lighter to ignite my little Vapor Genie.
I also tried to talk to her about my feet. She said that the pain and numbness there could be neuropathy. Fabulous. It’d be so great to be a fat person who can’t walk or use the exercise machines at the gym. Especially with what could be arthritis in my shoulder/s, too, which would keep me from being able to swim sometimes.
My hands hurt so much tonight that I didn’t go to the gym or get any indymedia work done. I need a typist!
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