1. Hi, it's me. Well! Those four months of stabbing pain were very unpleasant! I'd like to never do that again! Allergy shots, a little humanized antibody, about nine prescriptions, and a lot of misery later... I feel like I've been ill for months.
2. My Very Mild Job Discontent continues. It's boring. They pay me. It's convenient. The end.
3. Boredom is exacerbated by being too ill to do much. (I did read through all of Shadow Unit! Warning: this is a very disturbing paranormal horror series; it was preferable to the amount of pain I was in, which was an actual nightmare, but... it's very disturbing.)
4. Tatoe is five this week.
5. My youngest sister came to the US for a week. I didn't see her. This is the one who came by to say BYEEE the day before she moved out of the country, then nothing for the last 15 months. In the meanwhile, she summoned up the energy to find a dude to screw and move in with. Of course, I didn't bother to do a lot of reaching out either; my three months of that before she left (met with crickets), I think, reached my capacity. I don't know if I'm just in a permanent sulk about the whole thing, or acknowledging the reality that this relationship is broken beyond my capacity to want it to be better. Or... both.