turtles

outdatedclocks has pointed out that my lower-back/hip problems, and my leg problems, are probably all related to the issues I have with my feet (lack of arches?). I've been making do with CVS-brand arch support pads, but they're not really enough, and I'd like to be able to do some cardio and upper-body stuff again, which I can't really now since my back hurts alllll the time. I'd been putting off talking to my doctor about it because of my terrible experiences with my last one...even though this one's shown no indication she's suddenly going to go all 'you're lying, you must be sneaking nachos in the middle of the night, fatty' on me. In fact, she'll probably be happy to help me out, since she wants me exercising before I go on T since I have a genetic disposition towards hypertension (dad's been hospitalized for it).

BTW, for those curious about the whole doctor saga, since I've posted it around a few places but not actually here at my main journal I think (since I just realized last night ocelotofdoom had never read the whole thing)...I submitted the whole thing to First, Do No Harm (excellent blog BTW) so you can read it here (it's so long I don't see a need to copy+paste it here P:)

Speaking of ocelotofdoom, we might be hanging out this weekend :D or rather, probably are. I am still working out the logistics, I think I'll stay on campus this weekend and take the train into the city. It would mean missing a therapy appointment, but I've skipped weeks in the past (or rather, therapist has cancelled on me) so I know it won't do any damage emotionally or to my comfort level with him.

Okay I really should go to class 6 u 9;;


ETA TAG PARTY

Internet problems seem to have been solved. I think. Yay!

This morning, I woke up to find Tripper staring at me. This conversation commenced:

Me: Hai Tripper :D
Tripper: :3 *tailwag* *STARE*
Me: Come on up! *pats corner of couch where my feet are*
Tripper: *stares at me as if I've lost my mind*
Me: ...*pats again* come on!
Tripper: *continues to stare*
Me: *leans up a bit to pat more emphatically*
Tripper: *wedges self between my head and the armrest*
Me: D: ...not what I meant!
Tripper: *stares at me with woe as I invade his personal space with my head*

( Then Paige came downstairs and took pictures. )

Apparently that is HIS corner of the couch, thankyouverymuch. He stayed there until I decided I did not want to sleep on dogbutt and got up.

Also, got a good photo of Nikka, since her self-warming bed is back so she was quite asleep:



Yeah, that's our DVR box. No, it is not good for it to be slept on by a cat. I say it's back because we had to get it replaced after she decided to go warm up on it after a long night of being outside in the rain...
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.......she apparently was not very impressed with it having sparked and smoked at her, since she's sleeping on the new one...

6 n 9;

In OTHER news I dreamt (AGAIN) about getting a cat. It's very similar to the last one I had, in that the cat could make an 'oh'-sounding noise, that sounded like it was speaking; and it came into the house an unusual way (the front door that we don't use). It was also an older adult cat. I WANT A CAT THAT DOESN'T HATE ME ;A;