tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577813.post115221540072491745..comments2023-10-17T06:21:38.311-07:00Comments on The State of Discontent: BloggeritisJaelithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12081888212421953409noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577813.post-1152322410029389392006-07-07T18:33:00.000-07:002006-07-07T18:33:00.000-07:00It's also not your gallbladder. Regardless, get th...It's also not your gallbladder. Regardless, get the scantily clad (if clad at all) floor guy, and while you're at it, find a Swedish masseur named Hans to work over your left side. Just relax and take it easy, as much as possible. A year in pain is a year too long.Ruth Dynamitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06161626814106717754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577813.post-1152235543762341222006-07-06T18:25:00.000-07:002006-07-06T18:25:00.000-07:00J,You're an incredible writer with strength of vis...J,<BR/><BR/>You're an incredible writer with strength of vision and wit and poise, and I hope that I could get there someday. Not holding my breath though. Congrats on the award, which was very much deserved, and heres hoping we can get Cammy and you boy together for some play dates. Also, about you copy-editing...how can I be down...<BR/><BR/>Benticore<BR/>OutBenticorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16962995094766413418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577813.post-1152235091547603262006-07-06T18:18:00.000-07:002006-07-06T18:18:00.000-07:00Remember, it's also not ebola. Ebola would suck so...Remember, it's also not ebola. <BR/><BR/>Ebola would suck so I'm really glad you don't have that.<BR/><BR/>It's also not Mad Cow.Mom101https://www.blogger.com/profile/15468524489744839899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577813.post-1152233881610615692006-07-06T17:58:00.000-07:002006-07-06T17:58:00.000-07:00Here's hoping the anti-inflammatories cure what ai...Here's hoping the anti-inflammatories cure what ails you, with or without the ten days of lolling on the couch while the babe entertains himself happily and independently. <BR/><BR/>And if there's a cure for bloggeritis, get a hold of it! Because nothing fills me with greater anticipation than when Bloglines notifies me that there's another post up at The State of Discontent.Beahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15957626443087438904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577813.post-1152233709575522072006-07-06T17:55:00.000-07:002006-07-06T17:55:00.000-07:00Congrats on the perfect post. Yeay You!And I hope ...Congrats on the perfect post. Yeay You!<BR/><BR/>And I hope the meds help. And if it doesn't maybe you SHOULD hired a hot looking man to scrub your floors in the nude. All in the name of health, of course. heeheeLisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08527762200993175239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577813.post-1152224331529492502006-07-06T15:18:00.000-07:002006-07-06T15:18:00.000-07:00I put off having my wisdom teeth out for YEARS due...I put off having my wisdom teeth out for YEARS due to the "no pick up child" edict. As fucking if. I also laughed at the doctor who suggested that I have my deviated septum repaired and that I would only be out of commission for "two weeks or so"<BR/><BR/>Dude. This whole carnival of fools would burst into flame, and I don't have an overly special view of my skills. Just realistic.<BR/><BR/>I once had a similar series of "pains". They kept rushing me into things scared that I was having an ectopic pregnancy. That was my first, but not last, intimate experience with the vaginal ultrasound....<BR/><BR/>The bloggeritis will pass, with time and liqour.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12920042208198309201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577813.post-1152220800927619322006-07-06T14:20:00.000-07:002006-07-06T14:20:00.000-07:00oh. am I ever relieved. I was on the verge of co...oh. am I ever relieved. I was on the verge of contacting Andrea to determine whether we could, through her, deliver succor to your apparently in-dire-distress self. seriously. I was thinking about it this morning when the kid woke up crying at four or whatever, and after he fell back to sleep, I couldn't and was staring at the wall and thinking, "I wonder how I can, without Jaelithe's address, get her a care package?"<BR/><BR/>isn't that easy to say, since I didn't actually do it? yeah. it is.<BR/><BR/>but I would've, if I'd had your address.<BR/><BR/>I'm glad you're gonna be forced to get some rest.<BR/><BR/>here's a hug for the road. *squeeeeze*Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14163363926316904033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577813.post-1152218145643653852006-07-06T13:35:00.000-07:002006-07-06T13:35:00.000-07:00Aw, man. That sucks and is awesome all at the sam...Aw, man. That sucks and is awesome all at the same time. I hope you figure out the insurance rackett and get what you need soon. And the hubs stepping up to the plate? Maybe you can give him the same sort of cooking opinions he gives you, sort of turn the tables so he knows that a "meh" isn't much of an indication of satisfaction with dinner. In the meantime, try (I know it's impossible to completely do) to follow the doctor's advice and take care of yourself. You are allowed to, now and then.<BR/><BR/>If you need anything, let me know.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10612468442701491963noreply@blogger.com