Ahem. Have been up at hubby's church for a large portion of the day to help with the HUGE spaghetti supper (they prepared 1100 plates). I smell like spaghetti sauce. Not unpleasant, but I'm done with it.
Without further rambling...
We have several Medical Whine Awards this week. One to liz, for a certain someone's reluctance to get something checked out. And another one to liz, for her own worrisome symptoms. (Really, liz, one of these per week would be plenty). And one to our headache queen, Sue (really, Sue, we'd like to remove that particular crown from your head). Another one to sarah at ratatat, for her little one's pneumonia and her bigger one's anxiety. And another one to p_k, for her own chronic illnesses and her daughter's troubling ones. And another one to kathy a, for her son's head injury and the cat's pook issues.
Special Medical Cluesticks will be applied (gently) as follows: certain someone at liz's house, people who create and require long forms, and kathy a's son, for getting himself into bad situations, more than once.
Weather Whine Awards to NUD, who managed to dodge most of the flooding for her big event, to all who have too much rain and too little, and to those who are afflicted with snow in April.
A Style Award to Sue, for the put-your-coffee-down-first Snow Log.
Many hugs to Sue for the non-supportive support group, p_k in the loss of her friend (sweetie, we all wish we could have done more/said more/been better friends), JenR for the house selling/hunting, and Days, who has apparently had all manner of livestock on her dining room table.
Kudos to insurances who cover needed treatments, well-timed breaks from the rain, gainful employment for offspring, and warrantied computers.
And a final cluesticking to Blogger, for being a twit.