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Jan. 31st, 2006 03:57 pmI have my official diagnosis! I have joint hyper-mobility syndrome and I am ANA positive (borderline non-specific autoimmune disorder...possibly in the early stages of rheumatoid arthritis or lupus), and now I have a document that says they can't put me at a cash register. Which is awesome, because over the course of 8 hours yesterday, I accumulated 3 on register. My knees still hurt, and last night my mom and Ron had to come take me home after work because I couldn't drive.
Booyah!
Now I just need to get my papers sorted so that I have full insurance in March and can follow up with regular visits to my GP (who is a D.O.) and my rheumatologist. Which means they're going to draw more blood...
Did I mention I'm TERRIFIED of needles? Like, crying, nearly-passing-out terrified? Cause I am.
I have to go home soon and clean cause Justin V. and Ryan S. are coming over to begin plans for Quest. And then they'll help Craig put our new bar in the basement.
See, Jacqi is being forced to move, right? So, she's moving in with her brother, who doesn't have space for her bar. So we're taking it off her hands, along with her white vinyl couch. The basement is our playroom, after all.
Turns out, the bar is a modified old Tennessee whiskey barrell. Craig figured it out. It's white oak, which only is only used to age Tennessee whiskey. Usually, the barrells get sent on to wineries after for aging wine with a nice whiskey-oak touch, but this one only has one line in it, and the oak below the line isn't discolored enough to have had wine in it. So it was only ever a Tennessee whiskey barrell. Someone heated the iron bands up and bent the sides out. It's the coolest.
I like having Tuesday off.
( I'm so crazy I'm crazier than an OtherKin...and I wanna do Angelina Jolie. Duh )
Booyah!
Now I just need to get my papers sorted so that I have full insurance in March and can follow up with regular visits to my GP (who is a D.O.) and my rheumatologist. Which means they're going to draw more blood...
Did I mention I'm TERRIFIED of needles? Like, crying, nearly-passing-out terrified? Cause I am.
I have to go home soon and clean cause Justin V. and Ryan S. are coming over to begin plans for Quest. And then they'll help Craig put our new bar in the basement.
See, Jacqi is being forced to move, right? So, she's moving in with her brother, who doesn't have space for her bar. So we're taking it off her hands, along with her white vinyl couch. The basement is our playroom, after all.
Turns out, the bar is a modified old Tennessee whiskey barrell. Craig figured it out. It's white oak, which only is only used to age Tennessee whiskey. Usually, the barrells get sent on to wineries after for aging wine with a nice whiskey-oak touch, but this one only has one line in it, and the oak below the line isn't discolored enough to have had wine in it. So it was only ever a Tennessee whiskey barrell. Someone heated the iron bands up and bent the sides out. It's the coolest.
I like having Tuesday off.
( I'm so crazy I'm crazier than an OtherKin...and I wanna do Angelina Jolie. Duh )
