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It's CJ's birthday! she's 29! Yay!
Also, it is snowing like mad. When

arwen_isobel went outside for her morning ablutions, the snow was ankle-deep. On a person, not a dog. And more has fallen heavily since then.

I had Quite A Day yesterday. It started at 7AM after four hours or so of sleep. My mom had kept me up late upon arriving home, and then apparently got sick after I went to bed. The living room is right below my bedroom, and any bass from the television makes my floor shake as if a metal band were practicing in the room below. She fell asleep watching TV. I awoke to the thunderous chords of "And All That Jazz" from Chicago, which had just started. I stomped downstairs and crankily woke her up to remind her to turn off the tv before she goes to sleep (which she ought not to be doing on the sofa anyway), and she blinked, said, "I threw up twice last night!" and went back to sleep, TV and all. I turned off the TV and went back up to my room, but the damage was done.

I ended up pretty much spending the day playing nurse. I made soup and tea and brought Emetrol. It turned out that her sickness was almost entirely induced by waiting too long to take her Paxil... withdrawal can make you really ill, and she hadn't "gotten around to it." Argh. I was nice, but I was irritated. I was still in a lot of pain from my back problem, and tired, too, and annoyed from how bitchy she'd been to me the night before.

When I wasn't shuffling Sickie Food around the house, I worked on my job application, which ended up being terrifically involved and having a lengthy questionnaire in the back and generally feeling more like a college application, so I spent three or four hours on it. Got ready to go run some errands, including dropping off my application, and got an email from The Boy - he had gotten hurt at work, he might need a ride to the emergency room, he'd let me know. I took off for the library and the place the application needed to be and the sandwich shop for dinner and had done two out of three when I got a call from Boy saying that, yes, he'd be going to the hospital, just to get his arm checked and be sure it was OK.

"Will you go to the place I'm applying with me? I'm nervous. And will your insurance cover a trip to an Urgent Care place instead of the emergency room?" Sure! I drop off my mom's sandwich, run down to Boy's house, and back up to my neighborhood to get him to Urgent Care. Which was closing as we got there. "OK," I said, "I need to stop for a drink, and then I'll get you back down to the hospital." Which is close to his house. He suggested dropping off my app on the way, so we did. Then we figured out that because I was so tired, his brother could pick him up when he was done, but this necessitated another stop at his apartment so that he could get his brother's number and make a "warning" call. I finally got him to the hospital around 9PM. All I wanted to do was sleep, right there in my mom's van. But I went home, read for a while, had some tea, and stayed up until about 11.

A bit of explanation is necessary here. I got the call to take him to the hospital right as I was on my way home for the night. I hadn't bothered to buy a drink at the sandwich shop, because I thought I'd just drink water at home, yay! & I wanted to try the Urgent Care place because I know they're a lot faster than most emergency rooms, & I wanted to be able to stick around for Boy's appointment and take him home, and I thought a shorter appointment would also be easier on him. But because of my lack of sleep and the late evening hour, I couldn't stay with him if the place was going to keep him after, say, 10PM. And I was very thirsty, and I thought that eating my sandwich and drinking something healthy (I settled on a fruit juice smoothie) might give me a bit of energy and help me stay awake. The irony is, of course, that if not for my harebrained Urgent Care plan, clearly the product of my exhausted brain, he'd have gotten into the ER an hour earlier: he lives like a mile away from it at most. I could have dropped him off, run back to the grocery store near his house, grabbed something to drink there, eaten and drank, and gone into the ER to wait for him. Instead, the plan became me giving him two quarters for the pay phone and telling him to call me first when they were done with him, and if I didn't pick up the phone, it meant I was asleep, and he should leave a message to tell me if he was OK or not or if he was getting a day off work and would need anything in the morning, and then use the other quarter to call his brother for a ride. That's what ended up happening; I guess he got out of the ER around 12:30.

He's fine. He got sent back to work today. No heavy lifting. I might take him a heating pad later. & some coffee at work.

Finally, I got a good night's sleep, relaxed, read this morning, drank some of the Earl Grey tea that my grandfather made a point of buying for me last weekend. My grandfather could be a dangerous and cruel man when he was younger, but now he's old and disabled and, honestly, cute. He loves his sleek black cat and sends tea home for his granddaughter who is known to drink a lot of it.