Huh. I’ve only expressed my love in 4 of those languages.
But one time after camping my baby cousins got into their sleeping bags to go to bed at my house, and a vole jumped out. I should probably express my cousinly love with that 5th love language now
One of my items on thredUp sold and I got $1.68 
Don’t spend it all in one place 
thinking about buying a cheap share of something on Robinhood, maybe turning it into $1.78!!!
Set up a phone call with my friend/mentor for this weekend to talk about the details of her job that she’s encouraging me to apply for! Trying to contain my hope and enthusiasm BUT it’s just so hard .
I don’t have nerve damage in my hands.
There is no clear reason for my fucked up hands, but at least it definitely isn’t nerve damage!
Well that’s super reassuring. Listening to a Spanish podcast (though Aimed at learners) and I understand 100% of it. Apparently I’ve forgotten less than I thought. 
(For context: raised bilingual, lived in Mexico with relatives 1st and 7th grades. Bad bad study abroad experience in college, haven’t spoken Spanish since. Reply to my fam in English if they speak to me in Spanish now. Husband don’t speak Spanish. Recently had a mini breakdown realizing my daughter won’t grow up bilingual unless I change something. Working on that now)
For the first time ever I set a savings goal to support moving into a new place. And therefore also for the first time ever, I paid the deposit and first months rent without having to sacrifice being with $0 in my bank account for a month after bills are paid. A matter of fact, I was able to also purchase a new dresser (my first ever) AND include insurance on it. To add to all of this beauty, I have money that remains so that I can pay for cleaning and moving help! I may also have some of the budget left to purchase some decor to christen the new spot. Damn, writing this out feels very very good.
This is HUGE! Very big steps toward managing your money instead of being managed by it! Congratulations!
Yay! I was going to text and ask, but I just use the internet. How was the experience?
Congrats, that’s a huge deal!
Neuro was a condescending ass from start to finish. The test was fucking awful. Then he lectured me about how people with my diagnosis shouldn’t be on disability. Fuck him.
No damage in my nerves means damage is in my c spine.
Yay?
He… is an asshat who should not be in medicine. I wish sometimes I was an arbiter of the universe. I would do something about that.
What’s up with bad doctors? I mean, I love the good ones, but seriously. Like the guy I had recently who was trying to explain inflammation by way of talking about repeatedly punching me in the face. It’s like, are things ok, doc? Do you need a hug?
I’ve seen a billion doctors in the past 4 years. Most are indifferent and distracted. A few are outright assholes, like this guy, and a very few are great. The more doctors I meet, the lower my opinion of doctors.
My piano is tuned. It was badly out of tune since we didn’t have heat until a few weeks ago. And soon I will have a rehearsal schedule so that I’m motivated to practice! It’s been a long time, maybe four months since I touched the piano?
I found a babysitter. Now let’s hope she actually shows up for our meet and greet tomorrow. This process has lowered my trust in humanity and hardened my resolve that being a hermit is my preferred way of life.
Kitty is already walking way better.
I ate a significant quantity of brie for half of lunch.
Today is a no-bra day.
I have met 2 decent human neurologists. Ever. They are department heads and politely critical of their colleagues’ humanity.
Also, fuck him. He is a neurologist. Your disease is not his specialty. Shall I write him a letter?
If you coincidentally can remember any logical part of how inflammation is explained by this analogy, I am pretty curious. Usually my explanation to patients includes no punching.