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I'm at my mom's house, working my substantial ass off trying to get her house as not-filthy as possible before she gets home tomorrow. I'm kind of enjoying it, but I sure wouldn't cry if it were suddenly done without my having to do any more work. As it is, I'll probably be up very late doing laundry and clearing cupboards and scrubbing floors. That's the way it is, but it makes me miss my relatively clean home. (But then every molecule of oxygen makes me miss home.)

On the cancer thing, it was such a dramatic week. ( Read more... )

Halle-fucking-lujah.

Praise be to Doctor Wu and his most excellent hands. Praise be to whatever medical school he went to for teaching him what he needed to know to save my mother's life. And I give my gratitude to every person who was ever involved in making the state of medicine what it is today.

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Hey, epi_lj: looky!

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I'm not assuming it's food poisoning, because it's silly to assume such a thing[1]. However, let's just go ahead and add digestive troubles and an urge to vomit to our list of things to deal with today, shall we? ;-)




[1] Even though I ate meat in a house where the winner of the Oldest Use-By Date contest when I was cleaning out the cupboards today was December, 2003.