JONAS TO FRANK: Why do you look like a monkey?
***

(Conversation between an unnamed relative and me. She wouldn’t want you to know who she is.)

Hey, who’d you vote for? [This is good Thanksgiving talk, no?]
I voted for Obama.
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I didn’t want to vote for him, but [her husband] made me go vote, said I had to do my duty.
So you were one of the idiot masses?
Well, I didn’t want to vote for him, but I just hate abortion.
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Are you joking?
I *hate* abortion! I do!
Did you do a lot of research?
No, I didn’t research…
You voted for Obama because of his abortion stance?
Yeah…
Did you know he’s even more radical than Planned Parenthood and NOW on abortion?
No. I didn’t know that.

Later…

(To her husband) Did you know UR voted for Obama?
Um, no. She didn’t.
She said she did.
No. She voted straight ticket Republican.

Even later…

[Your husband] said you voted straight ticket Republican.
Yeah, I did. I didn’t know Obama was for abortion.
He’s a Democrat.
He is?
***

FRANK AND ME: Why would you replace the little monkey house with more birds? Like the Fort Worth Zoo doesn’t have enough aviaries? What happened to the monkeys?
***

FRANK: I’m a big red frog, now, huh?
***

SARAHK: Awesome. [RE: BSU’s rout of Fresno State]
***

SARAHK: I don’t eat regular eggs. Only eggs from free range chickens.
PAPPY: Why?
SARAHK: Because it’s healthier.

Later…

SARAHK: Where’s your kitty?
PAPPY: In the barn. She’s an outside cat. Like the dog is an outside dog.
SARAHK: But it’s so cold outside!
PAPPY: They’re animals!

The next day…

PAPPY: Our pets aren’t mistreated. They’re free range.
***

FRANK: We made fun of your face. That’s exciting.
***

JONAS: Where’s someone?
FRANK: Who’s someone?
JONAS: Someone!
FRANK: I’m someone. Sarah’s someone.
JONAS: You’re the big red frog!
SARAHK: Jonas, who am I?
JONAS: The big red frog!
***

AUNT KAREN: Megan, you and Frank pull the wishbone. Frank, if you get the bigger end, you and Sarah have to have a baby. Megan, if you get the bigger end, you have to get married.

No pressure.
***

SARAHK: Jonas, who’s your favorite aunt? Me or Jessi?
JONAS: [Points at me]
SARAHK: Ha! He said me!
JONAS: Not you! Aunt Jessi!
***

‘Sup, homies? Okay, I apologize for that. Anyway, hi. We’re in Rock Springs, Wyoming, which is about three hours shy of where we wanted to be when we stopped for the night. Whatevs, we’re on vacation, and we’re not stressing about schedules and whatnot.

We got tired last night, so we went to bed before any of our clothes were packed. They were all clean, and the food was organized, the puppy was already at the puppy kennel… so that was good enough, and we hit the hay. And I was nice. Before we even went to bed, I told Frank that since we’re on vacation, I’m not going to freak out if we don’t get on the road as planned. (Having officially put us both in this relaxed mindset made for a very late start indeed.) This morning, we got up early and packed everything, including our Christmas gifts for my family. Except my stepmom’s gift, because it was too big to fit in the car. I think we’ll stop and get the same gift in Texas and then return the one we got in Boise when we get back.

I went out to the car to make sure the seats were folded up so we could put the suitcases in the far back and the food and gifts in the back seat. Frank had cleaned out the car last night while I was doing last minute shopping. He is a guy, though, and we don’t define “clean out the car” the same. It was mostly done, but… well, he made several trips inside with items that would not be joining us on the trip. There were even some mice for the kittehs to play with, and Sydney (with a rediscovered freedom that only comes from the absence of the dog) trounced those little suckers all over the house. This cat goes insane over the mice. Throws them way up in the air, then dives after them and kills them anew. She’s such a cool little feral kitteh.

Once the car was usable, I used my mad-awesome organizational skills to get everything to fit (other than the previously mentioned gift, because I wanted to be able to see out the back windshield). We hugged and kissed the kittehs goodbye (I told Minerva that she’s my sweetest and cutest and I love her the best and will miss her most of all) and finally got on the road. And then we stopped by the bank to deposit some money. Then we stopped at Fred Meyer for a new travel mug for Frank’s coffee. Then we went to Hastings and got the NYT Crosswords game for the DS and the new David Cook CD. I declare it is good, and it shall be my new favorite CD — however, I also declare that David is wearing more eyeliner than Boy George on the cover. Worst. Cover. Photo. Ever. David, my love, you really do not need to wear all that makeup. You’re beautiful just the way you are. (If I ever have a daughter who wants to wear so much eyeliner that the generic passerby will assume she is a skank, I intend to tell her the same thing. Let’s hope she’s beautiful so I don’t have to lie to her.

Anyway. On the way out of town we had to stop at the outlets and exchange a sweater. Then we got gas. Then we actually started driving, on the highway and everything — maybe around 1-ish.

I ate Doritos. I knew I would pay, and I am, and they weren’t even worth it. No Dorito is worth it, except the Fiery Habanero Dorito. Alas, I can never find those. That’s probably best.

We drove for hours, with a short stop to check the BSU score (we had lost the station) with Frank’s parents and eat a magnificent dinner of summer sausage, smoked oysters, crackers, marinated mushrooms, and Jolly Ranchers. It was dark soon after we got to Utah.

So we were driving through Wyoming in the dark, not many street lamps along the highway, lots of big rigs and other highway-type things. I saw that we were passing Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area, and I added it to my “places to see” list. Then I noticed a well-lighted area and looked over across the highway. I saw the strangest thing. This hotel was just standing there, all alone, amidst a freakishly awesome rocky outcrop. I want to stay at that hotel.

We were going to try to get all the way to Laramie tonight, but it was 9:30, and Laramie would be another three hours, Rawlins would be 1.5 hours… so we decided to stop at Rock Springs. Looks like we’ll have a good twelve hour drive tomorrow (not including stops).

Gas was $1.80 in Utah.

Later gators.

I went shopping after work, since I still have a job that could last two weeks, six months, or years. I went to Wal-Mart (forgot to get the thermal underwear, the specific reason I went to Wally World), Costco, and Fred Meyer. I came home and told Frank about the food I got for our trip.

SARAHK: I got a lot of snacks and food in case we get hungry and aren’t anywhere near a city. Even if we are near a city, we don’t know if it will be big enough to have food we can eat. So I got gluten-free crackers [Glutino — they’re good], goat cheese, smoked oysters, and cocktail sauce. I figured we could eat that if we got hungry…
FRANK J.:
SARAHK: I also got some sardines. I’ve never tried them before. I’ll probably hate them. They always look and smell gross to me.
FRANK J.: [Scrunching up his nose.] Did you get any normal food?

So then I told him about the fruit, chips and salsa, SPAM [I try not to eat pork, but during really busy weeks and travel, I’ll eat it], beef Lil’ Smokies, summer sausage (I had to show it to him so he’d know what it was), trail mix, and roasted almonds. He was cheerier after that.

Of course, I’m thinking I’ll stick to the nitrite-free stuff. Lately I haven’t had so much trouble with nitrites, but I don’t like to bombard myself with them, because migraine scares me.

Thanks for all of your nice comments and prayers. Y’all are the best blog readers (I always get to brag to Frank that mine are nicer than his).

They kept everyone in our department. Big Boss and one of the other managers lobbied to keep all of us and gave TPTB very good reasons for letting us all stay. So TPTB said yes, and we all live to work another day.

But since we now have few enough people to fit into one building, we spent the day moving to cubes in one of our other buildings. I don’t know how I feel about cubes. I’ve worked in them before and survived, but it was really nice having an office. Ah well. At least I still have a job.

I did apply for one sweet, sweet job last night, and Big Boss knows the controller at that company and is going to call her and put in a good word for me. He’s a good boss.

Now I can actually focus on getting us ready for the big trip to Texas. We leave early Saturday morning, and we’re driving. It may be spotty here tomorrow (just like all the other days!), but we’re taking our computers, and I plan to blog about the trip.

Today, we had Round Four. A lot of people were laid off at my company (a LOT — basically only a skeleton crew is left). Everyone found out today whether they would be staying or leaving… everyone except my department. They know they’re going to lay some of us off… but they don’t know how many or whom. They’re still deciding what level of financial reporting they’re going to need and how many of the five of us will be sticking around. I have no guesses. They’ll have their decision in the morning. Until then, we just wait.

I knew something big had happened when I got two emails within minutes of each other. One from Big Boss, one from coworker Emme, both asking me to call them right away. Everything happens in the afternoon when I’m working at home.

I wanted this to be my last job, I really didn’t want to go anywhere. I am the only person that I know at the company who until today hadn’t applied for any jobs and wasn’t actively looking. I figured if I got laid off, I’d just stay home. And that is an option… but we’re still paying off the mortgage on the house we sold, so we really like my income. At the very least, I would like to have a job through the end of the year so we don’t have to cut off all discretionary spending just in time for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Mega discount stores are always an option; I’m not sure I’d last more than two days during the Christmas shopping season, but since no one can afford to spend money this year as it is, maybe the crowds would be smaller. Anyway, I browsed jobs today and saw one that would be pretty perfect for me, and I figure no one else from my department will be applying for it. So I hastily updated my resume, got an ok from Big Boss to put him down as a reference, and applied. I actually meet all of their qualifications, so I’m not worried about that. Being out of town for the next two weeks isn’t a big tally in my favor, but that’s what phone interviews are for. I just said tally.

We are still going to go to Texas for Thanksgiving. The only people in my family I’ve seen since Thanksgiving 2006 are my mom, stepdad, and brother. They get all sad and antsy if they don’t get to see me now and then. You would too, because I’m awesome. We’ve had the money for this trip sitting in savings for a couple of months now. And having cheaper gas prices than we’d planned for helps.

So that’s the scooby. I’ll let y’all know how it turns out tomorrow. If I get laid off, I hope I don’t have to stay the whole day to get paid for tomorrow. Oh, I should take my work laptop with me so I don’t have to drive it back up there in the event of my jobly demise.

Laters. Gotta get to work early tomorrow so I don’t miss any more drama.

Darryl Sydor is back? Where have I been?? It’s only been three days, so I’m forgiven.

That reminds me of a story. I’ve probably told it. It’s boring and dumb, but it warms my heart because it makes me think of one of my favorite families, and I will always think of their oldest son when I see Darryl Sydor or hear “number 5.” Also, Hawaii Five-O. Did I mention this will be a dumb story? It is.

I used to watch a LOT of hockey. Every Stars game I could get my eyeballs on, many in person (man, I loved the Platinum Club’s barbecue sandwich — it’s one of the few glutenous things that if I had the opportunity, there is a 50% chance I would risk intestinal lymphoma for), and many watching with my friends P, S, The Boy, K, and A at their house. Now I can’t remember if this was the year the Stars won the cup (98-99) or the year they lost in the finals to New Jersey (99-00). Wait, I checked their website, and it was definitely 99-00 or after, because Brenden Morrow was on the team. Darryl Sydor had bleached his hair platinum blonde, and the rookie Morrow had done the same. One day, I was over watching hockey, and K walked in with platinum blonde hair.

Dangit, is it blonde or blond? I can never remember, but Firefox always tries to tell me I’m wrong when I add the e. Is it blonde for the noun and blond for the adjective? I don’t know, and I’d rather spend my time telling y’all that I don’t know than googling it.

Anyway, I started calling K “#5.” “Hey #5!” (No, he did not reply with, “Hey #2!”) “How’s it going, 5?” I’m completely retarded, what can I say?

Eventually, I started adding an “o” to the end of everyone’s name, because see previous paragraph. So “5″ became “5-o.” “Hey, 5-o.” One day, someone else was around (don’t remember who), and they asked me if K was a cop. “Um… no? He’s in college.” May have been high school, because when I first started hanging out with them, the boys were both in high school. Turns out, Hawaii Five-O was a show about cops or something, and Five-O generally refers to cops. This I did not know. See two paragraphs ago.

And there you go. Boring story, as promised. You’re welcome.

Stars unveiled their new third jersey. (This is the first I’m reading about it, getting caught up on my feeds.) I predict it will not be a big seller, because if you’ve got basically the same thing in dark and you get to choose, the Stars fan almost always goes for the dark jersey (mine is dark and has the same #9 and the same A-patch on it, because I heart Mike Modano, even though I rarely get to see him play anymore). Anyway, whatevs. At least it’s not Constelacion del Toro.

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Part 3.
Part 4.

Dead end. What a fitting thing to see at this moment, when I’m about to meet one.

I looked around. To my right, a ravine. Man, it was so far down. To my left, a glimmer of hope. There was a small indent where the mountain gave way a little. It was overgrown with weeds, but it had definite shape, and if I went an inch at a time, I might just be able to turn around without falling off the side of the mountain. But first, I needed to cry some more. I put the car in park and cried like a big baby. Prayed some more, laughed a little, realized that if I made it out alive, I would at least have some blogfodder — every interesting scenario I’ve found myself in over the last five years has brought with it the same comfort of being potential material.

I decided to just be done with it and started to turn the car around. Back, forward left, back right, forward left, back right, forward left… After about a hundred switches between drive and reverse, I was turned around and still intact. I gave myself a high-five and told myself how awesome I am. I gave God His own credit, too. Then I got scared again, because I now had to backtrack down the same mountain that almost killed me on the way up. I was terrified because going over the giant bumps was awful on the way up, and going downhill I assumed they would be worse. They certainly weren’t any better. I still had daylight, and if it didn’t take me any longer to get back to that blasted Packer John Road than it took me to get to the dead end, I would be out of the woodsy mountains before dusk.

Back through the ditches and over the bumps I went. I cried, because it was scarier on the way down. At one point I even reminded myself (as it was September 12) that seven years ago yesterday people had to choose between death by fire or death by jumping out of windows, so I should just suck it up and drive. I was in the shade, watching the day leave, and I wasn’t ready for it to be gone. Again I reminded myself that if it was dark before I was down the mountain, I would pull over as close to the mountain as I could, turn off the car, eat the lasagna, curl up under my green blanket, rest my head on my pillow, and wait to be devoured by an angry bear. I would drive out in the morning. I had no hope of being rescued, as all Frank knew was that I had bad directions, had missed the turn at Banks, and was on a podunk road when I lost cell service.

I was only driving down the mountain for twenty minutes or so, but it felt like twenty hours. I watched the sunlight move away from me as I cringed over each bump, praying to make it to the next one.

I made it back to Packer John Road and picked up my cell phone. Had I been smart (and I have demonstrated that this was a day of nothing but cutie-head moments, as Frank likes to call my blonde moments), I would have turned it off as soon as I lost service to preserve the battery. As soon as I had service, I called Frank. I told him I’d been lost in the mountains and was going to have another twenty minute drive before I would even get to the turn that I had missed on my way up. I got back on the highway and headed south. He told me that the church ladies had called and said they would stand near the intersection where everyone was getting lost. I said to Frank, “I’m thinking about just coming back home. I don’t know if I can go socialize now. I may just come home.” I lost cell service again.

To be concluded.

My friend John Hawkins has the poll up. I would tell you who I voted for and explain my choices, but I’m too embarrassed that I accidentally left off Fred Thompson. He’s in my top three, and I totally forgot him when I was sending in my top twelve.

Obama chose the guy who defended Reagan’s would-be assassin to be his White House counsel (it only gets worse, read the whole thing). Change!

That’s me. Thanks to those of you who informed me that my password protected post wasn’t password protected. That’s because I forgot to put the password in the password box, because I have very little brain capacity.

Anyway, I’ll try to do an all new post that I don’t screw up, because even after I put the password in the password box, the post was showing up without my entering the password, and I don’t know if that’s because I’m the author (it worked last night when I tried it), or if it’s because it isn’t working.

If you want the password, email me (ask nicely), and if you are not related to me (NO, I’m not pregnant, relatives, and I’m not talking about you behind your backs — I’ve just decided I want to post some things now and then without my family reading all about it — just assume I’m going to prank you and want the help of my readers), I will give you the password.

Kthx.

I made this juice today, and it was super-yummy:

2 small beets, with greens (not peeled)
half a handful of watercress
1/2 inch horseradish root (I think the horseradish was too soft, so I didn’t get much juice out of this — no spice at all)
2 pears, stems removed
1 apple, stem removed
1/8 head of green cabbage
1/3 cucumber, peeled
2 cloves garlic, peeled
salt to taste

Makes about 18-20 oz. It was sweet and fresh with a mild garlic hint. Next time I’ll add a Meyer lemon, more horseradish, more watercress and more cabbage. Possibly also some dried red chilis. There was no spice to this at all.

I participated in the RWN poll. My list was:

Mike Huckabee - Big government populist who manages to alienate anyone who isn’t Baptist every time he opens his mouth. He’s the only person who ran this election cycle (besides Ron Paul) that would have made me stay home had he been anywhere on the ticket. We get it, Huck. You hate Mormons! And most likely the church of Christ as well. Huckabee made Mitt’s religion an issue when it never should have been, and I’m pretty convinced that once the economy collapsed in September, Romney is the only Republican that could have actually beat Obama. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a big Romney fan, but he would have been a better nominee than McCain, especially after September. And especially if he’d chosen the Sarahcuda.

John McCain - Let this be a lesson to Shamnestinians: McCain was the best friend of illegal aliens, and the Latino vote went overwhelmingly to the other guy, even though the majority of Latinos are very religious and anti-abortion, and Obama’s not only pro-abortion, he’s pro-infanticide. Also, McCain has been a coward on the issue of the Palin smears — I never thought I’d think of him as a coward or dishonorable, but in the political arena, he’s either a coward or a total jerk. He should have manned up as soon as it started happening, but he never did, and now it’s just another way to push against conservatives, his favorite pastime.

Ron Paul - RON PAUL! I actually agree with him on a lot of issues. But he’s a nightmare on national security, and his supporters do him no favors. Some are Truthers, others try to make him sound more serious by calling him “Dr. Paul.” Yeah, we get it. He’s a dr. That doesn’t make him any more qualified to run the country than I am. Of course, I’m smarter than most doctors I’ve met.

Christopher Buckley - What an arrogant twit.

Colin Powell - He calls himself a Republican, but Republican does not mean conservative. It just means you have an R next to your name. I’ve felt this way for several years, and it was really as surprising as Paris Hilton buying a new handbag for her yip-yap dog when he came out and endorsed Obama. Yeah, never saw that one coming.

Chuck Hagel - Friend or foe? Foe.

Ted Stevens - Felon. We don’t like them so much on our side of the aisle.

Mel Martinez - Shamnestinian.

Hank Paulson - Let’s socialize every failing business in America! All the better if it helps out the unions! We were so stupid to pay off our mortgage when we sold the house.

Peggy Noonan - Self-explanatory.

Ann Coulter - “Let’s act like the tards on the left who have been shouting, ‘Not MY President!’ for years! That’ll show ‘em.” Or… we could be adults and Americans and hope and pray for the wisdom and good choices of whoever is in charge.

Bill Sali - I actually like this guy’s positions on pretty much everything. But he said some dumb things that people should only say on blogs and lost to a fairly liberal Democrat this year. In Idaho. That was a seat we shouldn’t have lost.

We just got home from seeing Trans-Siberian Orchestra in concert. It was fantastic, and Andrew Ross is my new boyfriend — don’t tell Frank. You know, I had no idea I could scream so loudly as I did when they introduced him. My vocal chords just took over, and I had no control over my volume. My whole section looked at me like I was being all uncouth or something. WhatEVS, girls behind me who talked in conversational tones throughout the ENTIRE CONCERT (that is, when they weren’t digging in their purses for gum).

Anyway, what I wanted to say about the concert. (Actually, I want to say lots about it, but it really wore me out, and I shall be sleeping soon.) I have learned that there is such a thing as overstimulation of the optic nerve. I know this, because I have just experienced it.

Ok. Brain tired. Brain hurt. Brain sleep.

I have a full-blown migraine today, worse than I’ve had in months. It started when I woke up this morning and hasn’t let up, even after a nap of several hours. I’m so tempted to stay home from work tomorrow, considering that this is one of those stay-in-bed migraines, but I worry I might miss something, such as being laid off.

Y’all may get annoyed with all my juice recipes, but so far I’ve just been winging it, playing around with the fruits and veggies (even though I have three juice books here and one on the way). Tonight I made this:

2 cups grapes
2 cups cranberries (wow, those suckers don’t have a lot of juice in them!)
1 mango, peeled and stoned
2 oranges, peeled

Simple and yummy.

I have already used the pulp:

Pulp from the above
1/4 cup turbinado sugar
Juice of 1 Meyer lemon (I am LOVING Meyer lemons)

Stir it all up, and it makes a sweet and tart cranberry dessert. Could also add coconut milk, goat cheese, goat’s milk yogurt for a different twist.

Have I mentioned how much I love juicing?

It’s a short story that I managed to make into a long one in a different post, but the skinny is this: I got a juicer. I’d been pondering it for a couple of weeks, and after consulting my only whole/raw healthy fooded friend, Mensa, I went with this little beauty from Breville. Mensa has a fancier Breville, but I figured I’d start with a good yet modest juicer and move up to the juicinator types later if I’m actually using the juicer as much as I hope to.

I got the juicer Friday night, and I’ve juiced every day except yesterday — and I was all mopey and depressed today, though that could have something to do with the election. I will survive.

Anyway. I am loving my new toy. I make fruit juices for Frank, fruit and veggie juices (at which Frank sticks up his nose on account of them not being full of sugar) for myself, and nothing for the animals. My first juice was apple juice, and it tasted like cider. I saved the pulp for making applesauce.

Tonight I made two juices that were great hits. First, a tropical little fruity number:

2 kiwis, peeled
1 pear, cored
roughly 3 cups of white grapes, stems removed
half a pineapple (soft-cored, so I used the core), peeled
1 mango, peeled, stoned (okay, that’s funny right there)
1/2 inch of fresh ginger, peeled

Tossed it all in. Voila, juice. Frank loves it and seems to have declared it his favorite so far. Makes 24 ounces.

Next, I made a healthy and uber-yummy veggie drink for myself:

1 stalk celery, bottom cut off
2 carrots, trimmed, peeled (I made carrot juice with the peels on the other day, because I don’t peel my carrots anymore, but it was too bitter)
1 beet root, trimmed and peeled
2 big leaves collard greens (I would have used kale, but the grocery store hasn’t had it lately)
4 stalks asparagus, trimmed of hard bottom parts
5 stems of cilantro
5 roma tomatoes, tops trimmed off
1/2 red bell pepper, seeded and cored
1 clove garlic, peeled
2 dried red chilis

Tossed it all in, added a little Kosher salt (just enough to zing the garlic) before drinking. Makes 24 oz. This is my favorite juice yet, but it gave me a nasty migraine that lasted about twenty minutes. I drank a 12-oz. glass and had to really resist the urge to go back for that second glass. I let Frank taste it, and he said, “Nyeh. It tastes like dirt.” More for me.

I like to make the juice at night and drink one glass, save the rest in the refrigerator, and drink it when I get home from the office. It makes a delightful afternoon snack and fills me up.

I’m really happy with the purchase. I haven’t figured out what to do with all the pulp yet. I know I can work it into a food dish, like fruit chutneys or sauces for fish, but so far it’s all sitting in the fridge. I hate to throw out all those tasty nutrients.

Anyone else here juice? I know, it’s a long shot since I don’t have many hippies reading (phew!), but I thought I’d ask.

I’ll have a mourning song for you in the next day or two. And then I’ll get over it and fight harder for conservatism. With Carter 2.0 upon us, we’re going to have to get over ourselves, stop being lazy, and be on the lookout for our next Reagan. Reagan in a skirt? Maybe — if she’ll come right out and say that she only agreed with Shamnesty because Senator McCain told her she had to — not that it will matter, because with the balance of power heavily Democrat and McCainObama 100% pro-illegal alien, we will have amnesty in the next two years. Whatever happens, there are a lot of strong conservatives out there. The Republicans will either see this for what it is — punishment for swinging left — or they’ll pretend that Obama won the election because Republicans weren’t liberal enough. If that’s the case, the Republican party is dead, and we’ll need a new conservative party. Either way, we have to start right away. After I eat the rest of my misery Skittles.

I blogged some of it over at IMAO.

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My girl, Carrie Underwood.

Amen.

Pins and needles. I just want it to be tomorrow already.

It hurts.

In other news, I’m having muscle weakness in my right hand again. Yesterday morning in church, I couldn’t grip my pen very well, and my writing was all over the place. I had the same thing 2.5 years ago. That’s when Dr. Wonderful’s wife stuck needles in me to check my muscles and shocked me to check my nerves — everything was normal. No carpal tunnel, no nerve damage, no muscle deterioration. Dr. Wonderful did an MRI to look for MS. It was also negative.

In good health news, I’m down to 250 on the Keppra morning and night, and my tingles are still dramatically improved. I think they would be even less of a problem if I’d remember to take my B-complex and calcium supplements twice a day instead of once. (Before you lecture me about ODing on B vitamins, remember that I can’t absorb things as easily as other people, which is why I have low B-12 and ferritin to begin with.