Yep.
W. T. F.
So Buzz went to the vet on Friday for his rechecks. Blood sugar is down to 202 from 351! And no more infection. The glucose in his urine is down, but still there. They'll check everything again next month. So the food seems to be helping! I hope I can put off giving him insulin, but I'm not holding my breath. He lost maybe less than a pound, as he is still not eating the full daily combined serving of canned and dry food. He eats about a half can of canned, when the daily serving should be 2 cans or so. He only eats a few bites of the dry food at a time. But I think he'll improve. He could stand to lose a little weight, anyway, but I don't want him to starve.
George and Bobby Hill are another story. We got laser toys hoping to get them to exercise. Because the Coltranes and the younger Hills run around and will not stop, they don't seem motivated to move and chase it. We bought two hoping they'd chase it while the others were occupied, but that didn't work, either. I could put them in the workout room and play with them there, maybe. The damn Coltranes will chase it until they pant, which of course scares me. I know it's probably ok, but I don't want them to overheat.
I slacked off most of last week. I went to class Monday, then didn't do anything Tuesday. I was having IBS issues. Wednesday I was busy and phlegm-y. Thursday I had a pounding headache and was still phlegm-y. (Some tree is...doing whatever trees do, and it was on my allergic reaction list from my testing.) Stacey canceled on me on Friday, and I meant to get on the treadmill, but I was tired. Yeah. Wahwahwah. On Saturday, as usual, the assholes woke me up early. I slept too late for the first class, tying to catch up on sleep. Then I got into an altercation with that rescue bitch and her minions right after taking eph3dra. My blood pressure was so high I could feel my heartbeat quake throughout my body. I think it was even effecting my vision. Bad. I was scared to go to such a strenuous class. Srsly.
Update on my sister. My uncle called her mom back after going out to the grave site and doing some cleaning up this weekend. He proposed we meet up to go out there this Saturday. Oh well. I'll be missing class again. I wanted to do it later in the day, but given the distance (C0nyers) it might be best to go early. So I guess Debbie might pick me up at home, then we'll either pick up or meet Danielle over her way (Gw!nnett). Should be an awkward day. I'm still not sure what to make of my uncle's 180. It's been 10 years. Still haven't talked to my sister, but she seems ok with me...until I can't bite my tongue, I'm sure.
I'm now wondering if this will be canceled due to the crappy weather.
I went to class Monday night, if a little late. As usual, I could have laid down and gone to sleep, but I knew I'd be missing Saturday, and after slacking last week, especially. I'm glad I went. It was fun, despite the 80 degree heat. (WTF? Fix that shit already, unless it's someone being cheap. Does someone have to vomit or pass out for them to do it? I heard that the owner wanted to do "hot" HIT class, like hot yoga. He's obviously never taken the class. If you're not sweating like a hog when you do it, A/C or no, you're doing it wrong. (UR DOING IT RONG!) Someone really would pass out. Maybe. That's exactly what we did on Monday for class 2, harnesses and all. This was good. I do better with that and not having to think too much so close to bedtime. When he does the mitt work, for example, and the sometimes complicated combos, my brain fogs or something. By the time I get it down, he moves on to something else.
I did intervals on the treadmill last night. Should have taken my asthma meds before. I'm getting better at the jogging, though. Longer intervals, less huffing and puffing and leg pain.
Today, I hoped to walk trails with Sandra. Looks like it will be raining, though. Fucking rain.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
rain and dread
Ugh. I hate religion.
Where did I leave off? I was so tired Saturday and Sunday. I napped both days. I've slacked off going to bed at a decent hour lately (during the week), and I worked out 6 days last week. The fucking rain didn't help. I'm so tired of rain. It rained all weekend because I planned to wash my filthy car. Yep. And I'd painted my toe nails.
My sister's mom gave me her cell number. She mentioned it to her first, in case she didn't want to talk to me. She said I could call, she didn't mind. (WTF?) I want to call her just to let her know I'm here, and I care about her, but I kind of dread it. Our conversations were already full of awkward silences, and now I'm afraid they will be worse. I have to pretend I don't know about the abuse. I refuse to act excited about the baby. I'm not excited about babies, even when they're not being brought into such a fucked up situation. I did find out that she's having a boy. I hope her baby daddy doesn't influence the kid's attitudes toward working, money, women, anger, relationships, respect...
So I meant to call Friday or over the weekend, but I was either busy, napping, or dreading it.
Nothing like a pair of just-washed pants to make one feel fat. Good thing the bright ass shirt I wore (yesterday) was too large in the torso. If it had been much smaller in the shoulder/chest area, I'd have had to pin it. And the arms were tight, too. Geez.
Not much else going on. Going to see M@stodon in Birmingham next month with my brother. I told Stacey and she laughed. I asked what she was laughing about and she said something like, "Oh, there'll be a bunch of nerds there." WTF? I said, Good, we'll fit right in! She's a DragonCon nerd, so what does she know?
How nerdy would it be if I wore one of the OLD M3tallica shirts I still have? I guess given their status in the past 10 years, probably not a good idea. But come on! Kill 'Em All? Shortest Straw? Classics!
Where did I leave off? I was so tired Saturday and Sunday. I napped both days. I've slacked off going to bed at a decent hour lately (during the week), and I worked out 6 days last week. The fucking rain didn't help. I'm so tired of rain. It rained all weekend because I planned to wash my filthy car. Yep. And I'd painted my toe nails.
My sister's mom gave me her cell number. She mentioned it to her first, in case she didn't want to talk to me. She said I could call, she didn't mind. (WTF?) I want to call her just to let her know I'm here, and I care about her, but I kind of dread it. Our conversations were already full of awkward silences, and now I'm afraid they will be worse. I have to pretend I don't know about the abuse. I refuse to act excited about the baby. I'm not excited about babies, even when they're not being brought into such a fucked up situation. I did find out that she's having a boy. I hope her baby daddy doesn't influence the kid's attitudes toward working, money, women, anger, relationships, respect...
So I meant to call Friday or over the weekend, but I was either busy, napping, or dreading it.
Nothing like a pair of just-washed pants to make one feel fat. Good thing the bright ass shirt I wore (yesterday) was too large in the torso. If it had been much smaller in the shoulder/chest area, I'd have had to pin it. And the arms were tight, too. Geez.
Not much else going on. Going to see M@stodon in Birmingham next month with my brother. I told Stacey and she laughed. I asked what she was laughing about and she said something like, "Oh, there'll be a bunch of nerds there." WTF? I said, Good, we'll fit right in! She's a DragonCon nerd, so what does she know?
How nerdy would it be if I wore one of the OLD M3tallica shirts I still have? I guess given their status in the past 10 years, probably not a good idea. But come on! Kill 'Em All? Shortest Straw? Classics!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
bitching and whining
So much for that.
"We consider this murder." Ugh.
Hee.
I seriously think I will get one of these. Some Jehovah's Witnesses came out Saturday, I think. Our doorbell has been removed (waiting to paint and install the new one), so I didn't know they were there until I heard them put the Watchtower inside the storm door.
I got an email from Danielle's mom last Wednesday. She wanted to know the name of our grandmother. I didn't know off the top of my head, but I have a baby book that my mother made for me, which had the name in there. Yeah, you're welcome. She planned to go back to the cemetery when someone was in the office to help her find the grave, if it was even there. I was told another city, but who knows. I think my uncle, who decided not to have anything to do with either of us, could have told us a lie. Or told me one thing and Debbie another.
I met up with Debbie on Thursday just to catch up while she was in town for an interview. She had an xmas gift for me, too. It was nice to see her, and probably nice for her to vent. She is beyond frustrated with my sister. She tried taking the tactic I would probably take, as in, "Why are you putting up with this?" and "Why do you make so many dumb decisions?" Now she just nods and says uh huh. She's better than me.
Ugh. I have a friend with a history of bowing to the whims of the current man in her life. Most recently, she moved in with her boyfriend. Because he is allergic, she put her two cats outside. As far as I know, they never have been outside. (Found out that this is not true, but still.) One promptly ran away. While I do sympathize with that, having been in that situation, damn. I have 10 fucking cats, and I'm allergic to cats. WTF? If my husband wanted the cats to go outside, he could leave. This shit pisses me off.
We're back to heat torture in class. It was 85 degrees last night. I know, I'm a big baby, but it really makes it hard for me to breathe. I think the owners are too cheap to turn on the A/C, and the room isn't very well ventilated. We couldn't open the doors until later, because classes were going on downstairs. The music and punching/kicking get a little loud. I think I may complain. Damn. Don't we pay enough for these classes for them to afford A/C? Do they want me to have an asthma attack, or someone to pass out or throw up?
You know what else pisses me off? This. I couldn't find a representation of it on their site, but in the catalog all the "women's" stuff is pink. Nearly all of it at D!ck's was, too. Bullshit. And yes, I do hate pink, but it's not even that. How fucking stereotypical, like the pink guns at the gun shows. Those are the only gloves specified for women. Yes, I can wear small or medium in men's, that's not the point.
What else can I bitch about?
Workout Log (?)
Let's see. Yeah, I lost my motivation, at least on Tues/Wed because of Stacey and Jess not being able to work out with me. Slowly gaining that back. Baby's death threw a wrench into the works. About two weeks were nothing. One week was caring for her, another was exhaustion and sadness from that ordeal.
I feel like I'm finally getting back to normal - classes Mon/Thurs/Sat, workout with Stacey and/or Jessica on Fri night, try to motivate myself on Tues and/or Wed. I may have a friend (my esthetician, strangely enough) to hike with in a local park on Wednesday afternoons (maybe next week), so that will be fun.
Speaking of which, better get to it.
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The Coltrane boys do this all the time.
"We consider this murder." Ugh.
Hee.
I seriously think I will get one of these. Some Jehovah's Witnesses came out Saturday, I think. Our doorbell has been removed (waiting to paint and install the new one), so I didn't know they were there until I heard them put the Watchtower inside the storm door.
I got an email from Danielle's mom last Wednesday. She wanted to know the name of our grandmother. I didn't know off the top of my head, but I have a baby book that my mother made for me, which had the name in there. Yeah, you're welcome. She planned to go back to the cemetery when someone was in the office to help her find the grave, if it was even there. I was told another city, but who knows. I think my uncle, who decided not to have anything to do with either of us, could have told us a lie. Or told me one thing and Debbie another.
I met up with Debbie on Thursday just to catch up while she was in town for an interview. She had an xmas gift for me, too. It was nice to see her, and probably nice for her to vent. She is beyond frustrated with my sister. She tried taking the tactic I would probably take, as in, "Why are you putting up with this?" and "Why do you make so many dumb decisions?" Now she just nods and says uh huh. She's better than me.
Ugh. I have a friend with a history of bowing to the whims of the current man in her life. Most recently, she moved in with her boyfriend. Because he is allergic, she put her two cats outside. As far as I know, they never have been outside. (Found out that this is not true, but still.) One promptly ran away. While I do sympathize with that, having been in that situation, damn. I have 10 fucking cats, and I'm allergic to cats. WTF? If my husband wanted the cats to go outside, he could leave. This shit pisses me off.
We're back to heat torture in class. It was 85 degrees last night. I know, I'm a big baby, but it really makes it hard for me to breathe. I think the owners are too cheap to turn on the A/C, and the room isn't very well ventilated. We couldn't open the doors until later, because classes were going on downstairs. The music and punching/kicking get a little loud. I think I may complain. Damn. Don't we pay enough for these classes for them to afford A/C? Do they want me to have an asthma attack, or someone to pass out or throw up?
You know what else pisses me off? This. I couldn't find a representation of it on their site, but in the catalog all the "women's" stuff is pink. Nearly all of it at D!ck's was, too. Bullshit. And yes, I do hate pink, but it's not even that. How fucking stereotypical, like the pink guns at the gun shows. Those are the only gloves specified for women. Yes, I can wear small or medium in men's, that's not the point.
What else can I bitch about?
Workout Log (?)
Let's see. Yeah, I lost my motivation, at least on Tues/Wed because of Stacey and Jess not being able to work out with me. Slowly gaining that back. Baby's death threw a wrench into the works. About two weeks were nothing. One week was caring for her, another was exhaustion and sadness from that ordeal.
I feel like I'm finally getting back to normal - classes Mon/Thurs/Sat, workout with Stacey and/or Jessica on Fri night, try to motivate myself on Tues and/or Wed. I may have a friend (my esthetician, strangely enough) to hike with in a local park on Wednesday afternoons (maybe next week), so that will be fun.
Speaking of which, better get to it.
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The Coltrane boys do this all the time.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
shopping and stupidity
POS
I need this!
And this. Well, need might be a strong word.
I was off on Friday, and Leigh and I hung out. Fun times. Got an update on their slow house renovations (as slow as ours, if not more so), cats, neighbors, etc. Then we headed off to C@fe Sunf1ower. She drove again. She almost always does. I just didn't want to drive in the crappy weather and on Roswell Rd. Not fun times. We did see a hilarious PT Cruiser all "lettered up" with anti-war stuff. I had a daily special of "chicken" and vegetable curry w/ couscous, she had sweet & sour "chicken", then we shared a piece of chocolate cake. Might as well, right? I ate too much.
We then went to K0hl's so I could spend my gift card finally. I didn't get more jeans, but some casual shirts for work. I did get two button shirts, but in large. So ridiculous. Unless I decide to get them altered, they will hang like a sack around my torso. This one (in "fabulous red") was a whim, but actually looked ok. I got it home and thought, damn, that is too bright. Don't want to call that much attention to myself. (And it looks more red-orange than on the site). I got this one, too, in a color I'm not accustomed to wearing (endless ocean). Well, I'm, not accustomed to wearing anything but black and other dark colors lately. Don't want anything to show my gut.
And I spent $40 over the gift card. Oops. Bought some socks that ended up being shorter than I wanted. Why can I not get socks that will stay up without leaving a sexy indention in my legs to show off in class? Ugh. Are my ankles abnormally small or something?
We capped the afternoon off with a trip to a flea market/antique place. Those are always fun. And I stocked up on my veg jerky. Can't run out of that!
On Saturday I slept late after getting up to feed the damn cats. Went to the second class. Came home to shower and eat lunch, then got my hair cut and went to the consignment shop. I dropped off some stuff, and ended up with just a shirt and a jacket I liked. The shirt was a button shirt, actually, and too large in the torso. Shocker. We then went to D!ck's so he could get some ammo and some gun cleaning stuff he's been searching for. I got some ankle weights that are hopefully more comfortable than the old ass ones I have. Nothing on clearance was worth fooling with. Not much black stuff, in other words.
We went to eat at his favorite place, where I spilled my water in the floor. Good job! Then I stocked up on rum for my midnight shot*. Then the grocery store, then home. We are so exciting.
*I vowed to do a shot of rum at midnight when I would officially not be on call any longer. I followed it up with several more.
My sister. She's pregnant. I think I've mentioned that. Well, she had a miscarriage back in...September? She and her POS boyfriend were at her mom and stepdad's right after that. She talked to her about preventing this in the future at least until they're on their feet, she gets a GED, he gets a job, whatever. Her mom said she looked at her like she was stupid. Another time not long after this visit, she asks her if she looked into birth control of some kind, and she says, "Nooo!!!" in the same tone as "duhhh!" Yeah. Not long after that she was pregnant again. We can only assume it was on purpose.
And, about a month ago she called her mom walking down the street, having left the apartment after a fight or something, crying and saying she can't live like this. Apparently he beats her up. (This puts the whole scissors incident in a whole new light.) Her mom calls the cops and goes over there. When the POS sees the cops, he busts out of their screened patio (which has no door) and runs off into the woods or something. They pack up her stuff and take her to a friend's house, who is also there. While they're in the apartment, the POS calls the mom's phone and the friend's phone, but does not leave a message. This creeps her mom out. Why would he call?
So they take her to her friend's, and she says something like, "Wow, you packed everything." Well, yeah. That was the first inkling that she planned to go back. And after 2-3 weeks, she did go back. She is in la-la land about having the baby. Her mom has had the opportunity to throw back in her face her excuse for not getting on the pill - that she would "blow up." Yeah, how's that working out for you? I don't know why she'd want to bring a baby into a situation like this. And as Leigh pointed out, nothing we say or do will make her leave him until she's ready. (Though her mom and me would like to kick his ass.) Her mom said that it reminded her of our mother when she was pregnant with my sister. She said this was her baby, and no one would take her away (as they did me). But then they did.
Her mom has brought my name up a couple times. She did it around xmas, and she said something like I probably want nothing to do with her. Makes no sense. Her mom said that I'd just taken her to meet my family, was trying to help her, etc. and that she'd regret cutting me off like that one day. Of course, she also said to me that the establishing credit ploy was probably in hopes that I'd give her a card or co-sign on one. That would never happen. And because of that, and not giving her money, things...
I need this!
And this. Well, need might be a strong word.
I was off on Friday, and Leigh and I hung out. Fun times. Got an update on their slow house renovations (as slow as ours, if not more so), cats, neighbors, etc. Then we headed off to C@fe Sunf1ower. She drove again. She almost always does. I just didn't want to drive in the crappy weather and on Roswell Rd. Not fun times. We did see a hilarious PT Cruiser all "lettered up" with anti-war stuff. I had a daily special of "chicken" and vegetable curry w/ couscous, she had sweet & sour "chicken", then we shared a piece of chocolate cake. Might as well, right? I ate too much.
We then went to K0hl's so I could spend my gift card finally. I didn't get more jeans, but some casual shirts for work. I did get two button shirts, but in large. So ridiculous. Unless I decide to get them altered, they will hang like a sack around my torso. This one (in "fabulous red") was a whim, but actually looked ok. I got it home and thought, damn, that is too bright. Don't want to call that much attention to myself. (And it looks more red-orange than on the site). I got this one, too, in a color I'm not accustomed to wearing (endless ocean). Well, I'm, not accustomed to wearing anything but black and other dark colors lately. Don't want anything to show my gut.
And I spent $40 over the gift card. Oops. Bought some socks that ended up being shorter than I wanted. Why can I not get socks that will stay up without leaving a sexy indention in my legs to show off in class? Ugh. Are my ankles abnormally small or something?
We capped the afternoon off with a trip to a flea market/antique place. Those are always fun. And I stocked up on my veg jerky. Can't run out of that!
On Saturday I slept late after getting up to feed the damn cats. Went to the second class. Came home to shower and eat lunch, then got my hair cut and went to the consignment shop. I dropped off some stuff, and ended up with just a shirt and a jacket I liked. The shirt was a button shirt, actually, and too large in the torso. Shocker. We then went to D!ck's so he could get some ammo and some gun cleaning stuff he's been searching for. I got some ankle weights that are hopefully more comfortable than the old ass ones I have. Nothing on clearance was worth fooling with. Not much black stuff, in other words.
We went to eat at his favorite place, where I spilled my water in the floor. Good job! Then I stocked up on rum for my midnight shot*. Then the grocery store, then home. We are so exciting.
*I vowed to do a shot of rum at midnight when I would officially not be on call any longer. I followed it up with several more.
My sister. She's pregnant. I think I've mentioned that. Well, she had a miscarriage back in...September? She and her POS boyfriend were at her mom and stepdad's right after that. She talked to her about preventing this in the future at least until they're on their feet, she gets a GED, he gets a job, whatever. Her mom said she looked at her like she was stupid. Another time not long after this visit, she asks her if she looked into birth control of some kind, and she says, "Nooo!!!" in the same tone as "duhhh!" Yeah. Not long after that she was pregnant again. We can only assume it was on purpose.
And, about a month ago she called her mom walking down the street, having left the apartment after a fight or something, crying and saying she can't live like this. Apparently he beats her up. (This puts the whole scissors incident in a whole new light.) Her mom calls the cops and goes over there. When the POS sees the cops, he busts out of their screened patio (which has no door) and runs off into the woods or something. They pack up her stuff and take her to a friend's house, who is also there. While they're in the apartment, the POS calls the mom's phone and the friend's phone, but does not leave a message. This creeps her mom out. Why would he call?
So they take her to her friend's, and she says something like, "Wow, you packed everything." Well, yeah. That was the first inkling that she planned to go back. And after 2-3 weeks, she did go back. She is in la-la land about having the baby. Her mom has had the opportunity to throw back in her face her excuse for not getting on the pill - that she would "blow up." Yeah, how's that working out for you? I don't know why she'd want to bring a baby into a situation like this. And as Leigh pointed out, nothing we say or do will make her leave him until she's ready. (Though her mom and me would like to kick his ass.) Her mom said that it reminded her of our mother when she was pregnant with my sister. She said this was her baby, and no one would take her away (as they did me). But then they did.
Her mom has brought my name up a couple times. She did it around xmas, and she said something like I probably want nothing to do with her. Makes no sense. Her mom said that I'd just taken her to meet my family, was trying to help her, etc. and that she'd regret cutting me off like that one day. Of course, she also said to me that the establishing credit ploy was probably in hopes that I'd give her a card or co-sign on one. That would never happen. And because of that, and not giving her money, things...
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Oh, now he's a picky eater?
Whoa. Add to this Infidel and My Forbidden Face. I don't want to think that the abuse of women is ingrained in the religion itself, but these three things make me wonder.
Legalization isn't the answer.
I took Buzz to the vet last Friday (2/20). Then they wanted a fasting blood sugar test Monday morning. He has diabetes. He's on a prescription food now. they want me to take him back next week for a glucose check again (if I can get him to consistently eat the food). (And a friend who is a vet tech says that the UTI should be taken care of first, anyway.) If it's not lowered, he will probably have to have insulin injections twice a day. He's also on an antibiotic for 20 days to take care of a urinary (bladder?) infection caused by the extra sugar in his urine.
And now he won't eat the dry prescription food. He scarfed it down Monday morning because he had not eaten. I mixed in his regular food, but he didn't seem interested in that, either. Could be the diabetes, or the antibiotic I had to give him before he ate. Had to go back Tuesday to get some cans of the same food. Still not very interested, but he did eat a few bites I'd heated up for a few seconds Wednesday morning. He ate a few bites yesterday because I mixed in some tuna. And here I thought he'd eat anything.
His appetite improved on Wednesday when he ate more of the canned food, without tuna, even. Thursday morning he even ate some dry food! Well, it was a mix of the prescription and his regular food. Still an improvement.
A friend who is a vet tech helped me yet again with another feline crisis. She thinks it's odd for him to develop diabetes at such an advanced age, when it typically is diagnosed around 5 or 6. She also thinks that I should finish treating the infection before testing his blood sugar again. This makes sense to me, but my vet wanted me to bring him in next week after trying the food for a week. She doesn't think that's enough time to make much of a difference, even without the infection. I don't want to second guess my vet. He's the same guy who was involved in Thea's treatment. But, what my friend says makes sense to me, though I know very little about this stuff. I may talk to my vet about my concerns.
I hung out with Leigh this past Friday. I'll get into that later. And I'm finally not on call. I had a shot at midnight on Saturday night to celebrate. Followed by several more.
Legalization isn't the answer.
I took Buzz to the vet last Friday (2/20). Then they wanted a fasting blood sugar test Monday morning. He has diabetes. He's on a prescription food now. they want me to take him back next week for a glucose check again (if I can get him to consistently eat the food). (And a friend who is a vet tech says that the UTI should be taken care of first, anyway.) If it's not lowered, he will probably have to have insulin injections twice a day. He's also on an antibiotic for 20 days to take care of a urinary (bladder?) infection caused by the extra sugar in his urine.
And now he won't eat the dry prescription food. He scarfed it down Monday morning because he had not eaten. I mixed in his regular food, but he didn't seem interested in that, either. Could be the diabetes, or the antibiotic I had to give him before he ate. Had to go back Tuesday to get some cans of the same food. Still not very interested, but he did eat a few bites I'd heated up for a few seconds Wednesday morning. He ate a few bites yesterday because I mixed in some tuna. And here I thought he'd eat anything.
His appetite improved on Wednesday when he ate more of the canned food, without tuna, even. Thursday morning he even ate some dry food! Well, it was a mix of the prescription and his regular food. Still an improvement.
A friend who is a vet tech helped me yet again with another feline crisis. She thinks it's odd for him to develop diabetes at such an advanced age, when it typically is diagnosed around 5 or 6. She also thinks that I should finish treating the infection before testing his blood sugar again. This makes sense to me, but my vet wanted me to bring him in next week after trying the food for a week. She doesn't think that's enough time to make much of a difference, even without the infection. I don't want to second guess my vet. He's the same guy who was involved in Thea's treatment. But, what my friend says makes sense to me, though I know very little about this stuff. I may talk to my vet about my concerns.
I hung out with Leigh this past Friday. I'll get into that later. And I'm finally not on call. I had a shot at midnight on Saturday night to celebrate. Followed by several more.
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