12/3/2004 01:53:53 AM|||Amy|||I have finally given in to Ebay. For years I resisted it. I mean, not totally or anything - I would visit sometimes to see if certain things that I was having a childhood oriented nostalgic yearning for were available. But now, with Christmas and all I am finding that Ebay is all I heard it was, especially with regard to being a pit of time sucking.

I saw National Treasure tonight. All through the movie I kept wondering about the Charlotte and why they didn't just cash in - instead of doing what they did. I realize the treasure was really damned important, but if it was cold hard cash through antiquity they were after then shit, the Charlotte would have been a sure bet.

I took Winston to a dermatologist today. She definitely has ezcema, not scabies as sort of half-hazardly guessed by her pediatrician. After waiting for about half an hour in the sitting area, and then 15 minutes in the patient room - the doctor rushed in and took a quick look at her legs and hands, examined the medication already prescribed by her pediatrician, changed the dosages on the meds, prescribed new stuff, pronounced the names of the meds at least two different ways and then rushed out. I was flustered and confused by the first 15 seconds of being in the presence of this man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Mel Brooks. Still, Winston has scored some Elidel which, besides being obscenely expensive, could possibly do her mama some good with regard to all the weird rashy reactions popping up under my eyes and on my neck. I thought about asking the doctor if he would just do a quick diagnosis on me, but I figured it would be inappropriate and he might charge.

I don't know if it's stress, borderline mania, or something else that has brought me to this point, but it also probably doesn't matter. I feel that I should just give up on coherency and try to sleep regularly. It's 1:30am, I'm sort of half planning to be at work by 7 and yet here I am. Part of the problem is that as soon as I stand up, my bladder is going to spill its contents out all over the place and I'm hoping that the longer I stay put, the better the chance that my bladder will just give up and send its baggage back to whence it came. Good God, I have to pee.

At least now, I realize, that I will have ammunition to fire back at my children when they tell me how I completely failed them and blame me for all of their shortcomings. I can tell them that if it weren't for them, I would have stronger muscles and wouldn't be so God damned incontinent. Also, if it weren't for their complete inability to knock once in a while, I might have gotten a little more action and re-built those muscles the old-fashioned way - instead of with kegels. I would rather pee all over myself on an hourly basis, than perform kegel exercises.
|||110205844690045433|||The Rambling Slope12/3/2004 11:06:33 AM|||Lisa|||I'm so glad you took her to the dermatologist, and that he gave her the steroid-free stuff. Please give Winston a big wet kiss from her auntie. I miss her.

Also, I don't know how to tell you this, but an NIH site visit has been dumped on me, right in the middle of admissions. Plus plane tickets were $600+ last time I looked yesterday. You know where I'm headed with this, don't you?