As I was wandering a bit around the web, I found this video of crazed Scientologists. Hey, what’s >your< crime? I’m guessing they must have some special ability to redirect their own guilt after the human rights abuses they inflict on their own members, and dead scientologists around the world. I’m thinking more and more that one special island for all religious extremists to live on sounds like a grand idea. Put them all together and let their gods sort them out.
Sanitized the cat boxes (ick. ickyick. It must be done every week, though!) Made a psydoc appointment, worked out stuff with the lady whose car I smeared (what a racket these body shops have!) got in touch with the guy who’ll install gutters and fix exterior trim for us. Then hit the road, found that there’s a JoAnn’s in Brick a stone’s throw from the Costco, so I picked up my 8 inch Ginghers shears there before getting all the bix bog shopping done. Put away groceries. More laundry (laundry is my life!!!!). Got kids to do homework and practice music. Made Aloo Gobi for dinner. It takes a lot of time because you have to cut potatos up small then fry them, then cut cauliflower up small and fry that and mince ginger and fry that and >then< cook everything. It’s not the best thing to be having for dinner the night before weigh-in, but what the heck.
I woke up this morning thinking that the allergies were just worse than usual. Oh, heavens, no! I’m all sploogy and red and raw and sore now, and of course, can’t take anything for it. I looked all over to see if I could find the Vicks Vapo-Rub. It burns when it first goes on, but it clears the congestion. I think, though, that I threw away the jar because it’s older than I am. Hubby went to Carolyn’s Back to School Night tonight because I feel too sucky, and he’s going to pick me up a new jar.
The therapist is encouraging me to get some meds for ADD and anxiety so it’ll be easier for us to work out the things I’m stumbling over, and I really am thinking of seeing what’s out there. Just not Paxil. I was concerned because of the whole heart thing, but got a call from the cardiologist, and everything’s fine. So, yeah, it’s anxiety. In fact, as I wrote this, it felt like my heart skipped a beat. I got a list of psychiatrists from him, tried to match up his recommendations with who participates in our plan, and it’s slim pickings. The sister of a former neighbor is on the list, too – but that name would never be in the running. It would be bad to see that particular doc, I think.
I’ve been poking around the internet looking at sewing and fashion and pattern sites. I’m a little pumped (as pumped as I can be, the way my head is feeling ATM) because I also got my supplies from Atlanta Thread And Supply, and my new drafting/cutting mat is bright white, which will make tracing and marking and drafting an order of magnitude easier. I also bought the Gutterman thread chart with the actual thread, so now I’ll be able to order the exact right color for my fabrics. I have some stuff I want to do tomorrow besides sewing, but making something new is definitely on the list for this week.