Packing is terrible. You do not want it.

I had mine done during spring break senior year of college and was fine to return to regular functioning once it was done. Back to full functioning where I could feel my whole face in about two. It took about a whole month for all of my face movement to return.

My doctor called it ‘roto-rooter surgery’.

Oh! That sinus surgery is AMAZING. I had constant sinus infection from age 12-22. I had it done 8 years ago and for three years I didn’t get a single sinus infection. Now I get one-ish a year. It’s not a complete cure, but hell is it so.much.better. Your allergies don’t go away.

His body, mostly his mind, giving up little by little is destroying me. He’s been sick. So sick. But through it all he was always himself-kind, funny, comforting me even though he was the sick one.

We’ve been in limbo for a while, so I guess I’ve do a lot of my grieving already, too. But it just comes in waves.

I finally got some rest last night, since he went off of a medication that was just giving him insane side effects (hey kids, fentanyl, even when legally prescribed, is crazy shit!), and I have some friends coming over today to give me a chance to look at something other than our bedroom wall.

There are many mysteries about human behavior that my job brings up. I wish I had answers to any of them. Instead, I just stand, in bewilderment. And occasionally scream.

I wish I knew. I wish I even had a guess. I don’t.

Buster Dog feels very strongly about his Exposed Butthole (tm) when it’s this cold but I can guarantee you he will have NOTHING to do with someone rubbing stuff on his butt. He takes great enough offense when he has his butt probs and the vet has to express his anal glands.

Good enough! I’ll go exploring.

oh which ones? I need more sort of spiffy not too serious but historically interesting docs to watch right now

Sarah Chatto is the most serene probably with the Princess Royal. Chatto is also apparently most favored by the queen, which says very very much.

I mean, I LOVE museums. LOVE LOVE. but god they are petri dishes. gross gross petri dishes.

Somehow I’m getting enough to drink (kettles upon kettles of mint tea). But eating...it’s just not happening.

Work at a museum, is true. People will steal, eat, take, touch anything. And museums are GROOSSSSSS. If there were real sprinkles everyone would have cdiff or norovirus in less than 24 hours.

I’m sitting here, next to my husband who is dying, waiting for hospice to arrive.

He’s not as bad as my sister (their household is...odd).

What the hell are you supposed to eat? Sawdust?

My culinary delights have been lessened greatly by the fact I no longer have a decent number of Jewish ma’s trucking latkes around for everyone. Sister’s mother in law never cooked this stuff herself for the life of her, my brother in law is allergic to everything under the sun so no fun latkes and my best friend’s…