sinisterporpoise

 1.) Must set up speech recognition to give my sore hands and tennis-elbow ridden arms a rest.

2.)  Really should not tell someone that their banner may cause seizures in epileptics rudely especially since I'm not epileptic and do not know this. 

3.)  Must figure out why I became the person for people to spam if they're looking to promote asexuality related content on Twitter.  (Even though I have restarted my site, It's not anywhere near the traffic levels of the old one.)
        a.) Is this a good thing or a bad thing? I've got over 900 followers on Twitter in a couple of years and this is without using Twitter's promotional services.

3.) Must run things before Natural Reader before posting them to the blog. (I was trying to get some work done before my physical therapy appointment.

4.) Must find my letter explaining why I don't want to have sex with Cathy Brennan and repost it. It's just too good to let go.

5.) Must stop researching EDS. Every time I do I find another little irritating clue that suggests I might have it.*  The intent was to rule this out.  (Plus, it's not good for my anxiety.)  Yet, after watching Heidi Collins's video and finding out that stretchy skin is not required for a diagnosis. Anyway,  at least I'm pretty sure it's not that bad, and it would help with my goal of spending as much of Blue Cross/Blue Shields HIP money as possible.  

6.) Must pick up more Power-Ade as soon as I can. Drinking more water wasn't helping much with the orthostatic hypotension thing, but sports drinks seem to do so.  (It's also helped with the feeling like I'm going to pass out while laughing hard thing.)


*Actually, at this point, I'm pretty sure I do, but refer back to the point about anxiety. I'm also thinking it's been mistaken for a history of rheumatoid arthritis by my sister.

 Note to self: in the future when trying to set boundaries, tell each party individually that you won't let them talk behind each other's backs, rather than putting the status as a family message on Facebook.  This is a public service announcement brought to you by Lara's complete lack of social skills.

For the past few days, I've been able to tell when a storm is coming through. It's not a surprise to anyone who shares my affliction, but my housemate feels the need to check the actual weather reports. It led to this conversation.

Me: "I'm pretty sure it's not going to rain in the next couple of hours, so I'm going out."

Her:  "Hold on, wait. Let me check the weather channel's website."

Me: "Why bother? I no longer need to rely on primitive tools like the Weather Channel to tell me when a storm is coming."

Interesting. I've had something that feels like it almost could be a sore throat for the last couple of days. It's not quite in the right area though, nor does it's in the throat itself. It feels like it's outside of the neck. I really hope it's just from listening to multiple people in real line and on life describe some infection they had to me.  If this is a psychic power, I will give it to anyone else who wants it.

Even with both of my feet in casts and in surgical shoes, I still have to submit a reasonable accommodation form to Human resources to get a stool to sit on.  I realize the HR people aren't at the work site, but the managers need to have some discretion in these cases. 

So, I find myself thinking a few days ago, "What's the Jewish Holiday that occurs every year before Easter? Don't they show The Ten Commandments every year around that time."

A cynical, sarcastic voice quickly countered, "That's Passover, you twit." 

 das Backpfeifengesicht (-er)
   a face you dislike; a person you'd like to smash in the face; a face you want to punch/slap around, a face badly in need of a fist

Is there anything that isn't cool about this language?

Edit: This shouldn't have been protected.

 Me: [Kneeling down to pick up laundry sorted on the bed.] [Groans in pain.]
Me: [Bends back up with whites in hand.] How are you today? Are you at least better than I am?
Roommate: Probably. I promise I won't use my pain-free privilege over you.
Me: Never use that phrase again.