First of all, to anyone turning into my mother, yes I went to the damn doctor -- only because she and my stepdad called to tag-team badger my dad and I until we did what they thought was sensible. And I heard EXACTLY WHAT I EXPECTED TO HEAR: Normal blood work, normal EKG, normal chest Xray, here's a scrip for ibuprofen, thank you drive through. Fuck you very much, medical establishment. But I'm more irrited at mom, whose concern, while certainly appreciated, was at least moderately irrational -- more so than usual for her, given her intelligence and wisdom -- and more than mildly insulting, granting me little to no credit for any agency or ability to make competent decisions. No mom, I am not being stubborn or trying to be a doctor, I am making a common sense decision like a rational adult. And of course the spirit of the stairway kicked in the next day when I realized I could have reminded her (not that it would have done any good) that my SO *and* dad both backed up my decision not to go to a doctor, BASED ON THEIR DIRECT AND ONGOING PERSONAL OBSERVATION OF ME.
End of rant. Cause you know I still love her. Duh.
(Also, I found out archive.org's instructions on embedding could be easily modified to use EMBED instead of IFRAME. Now as soon as all these online services start using HTML5, these Flash jerks will be first against the wall when the revolution comes.)
After all that, if you're still reading, you will now be rewarded with an animated GIF I created this morning in celebration of having accomplished all of the above:
( Finally I made one of the things I said should be madeCollapse )
You and I, me, we, probably feel a bit like Willow: Is there anybody out there? Yes, there is.
Hang in there. Fight back. Live life.
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