[Magdalen] Prayer slaps requested.

[Sibyl Smirl]

I'm praying.  Go lie down, and let Ev do the dishes, or leave them 
undone until morning.

On 1/22/16 9:34 PM, M J _Mike_ Logsdon wrote:
> You know, something harder than a pat, but not a full-on laying me out with little "+" signs on my eyes and stars spinning around my head.
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> It's basically just the natural result of the likes of me right now closing out a perfectly normal week of working at a desk, but D-A-M-N if my legs and feet don't H-U-R-T !!!  And swell?  My ankles have never gotten this swollen before.  It's always temporary, as I wake up in the morning with near-perfect ankles once again (even propping them up while watching TV isn't as good as a horizontal night's sleep).  It's all the simple fact that until treatment starts, the disease is still free to do its thing.  And let me tell you (please, let me tell you):  that treatment better start on Tuesday when I'm back up at Stanford missing a day's work, or I'll just flat out start bawling in their faces.  "Hit me in the head with a bat!  Do SOMETHING!"
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> The good news is that my (finally) prescription of Vicodin works way more wonders than tylenol with codeine, so I do get *some* relief.  But that's not a laurel I'm resting on, no way no how.
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> Thanks for letting me rant scream waah etc.
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> Silver lining:  Dinnertime!  (And no, I'm not dancing with my snout in the air like Snoopy.)
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