all shook up

yesterday was a low point in my war against the tremors- and trust me, the tremors are definitely winning. in fact, they are trouncing me. i have been dealing with action tremors (also called intention tremors, depending on the literature) off and on for over a year now, but since December there has been a dramatic spike in their intensity and frequency. yesterday was a prime example. everything i touched proved to be an exercise in frustration- i couldn't button my shirt, i was unable to turn the pages of a book, my fingers slid off the keys as i tried to type, my handwriting was illegible, i couldn't slice an apple. the shaking and jerking got so bad that i finally squeezed both hands into the tightest balls possible, my knuckles white and my fingernails jabbing into the palms of my hands.

i have a friend in DC who has an extreme case of tendinitis which has rendered her unable to perform even simple tasks without pain. you don't realize how much is done with your hands and fingers- being an electronic focused society, most of us automatically think of the computer/keyboard. but many more of our necessary daily actions are done unconsciously! they are so ingrained in us- squeeze the toothpaste onto your toothbrush, unscrew the lid off a diet coke bottle, uncap your chapstick, tie your shoes,put on earrings. at my low point yesterday, i wanted to call fran and scream "i am SO feeling your pain right now!" then we could laugh and go have martinis.

after awhile, the moment passed, and i resigned myself to the old "grin and bear it" phrase my grandfather would say (at least i think it was he who said it. sounds like something a grownup would say, right?) my neurology/MS team is aware of the tremors and i just have to learn to adapt. but i happened to be at Geisinger Hospital (where all my various doctors seem to be- in theory that would make things more convenient, but in practice not so much) meeting the newest recruit to join Team Meg with a focus on my insomnia. he's an internist that specializes in sleep medicine- which will require a separate blog detailing my adventures in the Sleep Center (you have to spend the night! hooked up to machines looking into your brain waves!) it's quite the science actually, and he was incredibly thorough. (can't really take a joke tho, quite the serious bloke- yes, i borrowed some of Britney's british slang) i mentioned to him that my tremors had increased significantly, which he saw first hand since it was blatantly obvious, and asked if i could talk to a PA or nurse practitioner about what was going on.

i was basically asking (in a very PC manner)- "look, do i really need to tell my MS doc about this b/c he's just going to blow me off again..." i think that this need for validation is common among people who deal with chronic diseases or conditions. for me, i find that the line frequently blurs- i find myself doubting my own ability to see my suffering objectively. i worry that i lost that along the way, because so many physical problems really are tangled up in my MS in some shape or form.

end result of this situation is that i did get validation from Dr. Zzzzzzz (get it? sleep doctor? catching some zzzzzzz's?). he did a brief neurological exam (squeeze my finger, push against my hand, stick out your tongue, touch my fingertip, hold your arms outstretched, walk to the door, drop it like it's hot- HAH i'm just making sure you're paying attention!) he was honest with me. he looked me in the eyes and said "i'm concerned. you need to make an appointment with your neurologist as soon as you can. i'm concerned that you have muscle atrophy in various places, that your right side is significantly weaker than your left, and you are having significant tremors. you need to make an appointment with your doctor." that meant a lot to me, it really did. it gave me the confidence i needed to go into today's appointment with the MS team and say "this is a serious problem. it's interfering with my life too much for me to handle."

long story short, Neuro 1 switched me to a drug called remeron, which has proven effective in lessening action tremors in patients with Parkinson's as well as MS. she emphasized that the medication is not going to eliminate the tremor 100%- it will always be present, but hopefully we can control it to the point where i am able to use my hands for basic functions. another perk of the drug is that it is very effective for controlling migraines, and i can swap out an existing drug i'm already taking to cover that, so we're not adding more medications onto my proudly lowered drug/toxins intake. i asked how soon i would be able to tell a difference, and she said it might take a few weeks, as the dosage will be increased on a sliding scale. so hopefully i will be blogging tremor-free (ok, tremor-lessened) in a month's time!

btw, i tried to find a good reference to better explain the role of tremors in people with MS (or similar conditions) and more specifically, how remeron has been used to lessen the severity... but wasn't entirely successful. i seemed to get more results by looking into the two independently of each other. however, the MS Society's Library information is good for basic facts, along with Friends With MS. (here is one on intention tremors specifically.) at this point, i feel that i should at least address the controversial role of marijuana in patients with MS. in the majority of cases, the drug is being used specifically to abate tremors. (any Law & Order fans? there was an SVU episode that touched on this last year.) to be honest, the research tends to be split down the middle as far as results are concerned. (and no, i'm not growing weed in the backyard! so don't even go there!!) apparently there is an elderly woman that is a patient in the neurology clinic who finds that a shot of whiskey is just as effective in calming the tremors. on that note- Bottoms Up!

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class is in session

one of my goals in living here (i still wince at those words- "living here"- makes it sound so permanent!) was to take a class at Bucknell, out of a simple desire to keep my brain stimulated. since i am still unable to work full time (or even part time), i tend to feel unproductive and unchallenged. while it has freed up time to stay briefed on current events and world news, which is something i have lacked in the past, i am missing that social interaction work environments bring to the table. (and all the drama/gossip that office hookups and bitchy clients that is served on the side!) so, i decided to go back to school. no, no, no, no, not as a real student- do i look like one of those "professional student" types who spend 15 straight years in higher level education, sleeping on a twin bed and living off of ramen noodles? just the thought of writing papers and studying for finals puts a knot in my stomach. this time, i'll be going back to school for "fun", as a non degree student. (hmmm, i don't know which is worse.)

this spring semester i am auditing abnormal psychology, although i have yet to attend an actual lecture. their semester started incredibly late (wed. the 16th), so i missed the first day of class due to my yearly cape cod trip. but when the plane touched down in williamsport, i began worrying. i really felt like it was my first day of middle school (not a fun 3 years, let me tell you)- and a new kid at that. i was convinced that i would stick out as the old maid in a sea of kindergartners- the cane not helping to dispel that perception. plus, i'm not used to a small school. i come from lecture halls of 200, where you can be completely invisible if you so desire. you could be having a tea party with monkeys and no one would notice. how in the hell was i a going to be invisible in a 30 person class? i changed my outfit at least 5 times.

well, all that and the professor wasn't even there. instead, a representative from danville psych unit held a brief orientation for the "lab" portion of the class (you are assigned a "buddy" from the danville psych floor at the hospital, and you go every monday night for 2 hours to talk to them.) although the professor had given me the green light in participating in this portion of the class, i opted out due to commitment and transportation conflicts on my end. since the orientation didn't apply to me, i saw no reason to waste my time, so i stood up and walked (hobbled) out the door. i'm sure everyone was thinking "ok what's up with the old chick?"

thursday comes, and i go through a scaled down version of tuesday's prep. this time, i managed to find the elevator, and a more inconspicuous entrance to the classroom, but still no professor! his TA (i am assuming she was a TA) popped in a documentary on various psychotic conditions and instructed us to write a short paper on the film and hand in as we left. the documentary profiled (4) patients with manic depression, schizophrenia, obsessive compulsive disorder, and severe depression, and followed through progress (or deterioration) for 1 year. it was fascinating and horrifying at the same time. i'm still new at this non-degree thing, and the TA seemed clueless (or careless) as far as my participation in the assignment. doing a short writeup on a film is easy enough, so i drafted a few thoughts in what i hope was legible scrawl and turned it in. (the tremors in my hands have gotten worse and i struggle writing even a grocery list. the only thing that seems to make the tremors stop is to sit on my hands, which isn't always appropriate or even available.)

hopefully, the professor will actually show up for class this week, and i can begin analyzing all of you in my future correspondence. i think all of your problems will make for damn good material.

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Survivor: Air Travel

if i were a reality tv show i think it'd be a spin off of Survivor, this time being Survivor: Airport Escapades. it's late thursday night, and i'm reflecting on my most recent adventures in state hopping. as most of you know, i spent the past week in Boston, which i fell in love with and promptly announced my intentions to resettle there once all this "drama" (for lack of a better word) is behind me. i've been meaning to update this blog all week, but this posting required some mental concentration and energy which have been in short supply since my return.

my adventures ended on Monday (shout out to Mr. King, jr.!) when i spent 7 hours in 2 states, 2 airplanes, 3 terminals, 1 car and a crowded shuttle bus. i can't believe i'm saying this, but both legs of the trip were actually... seamless. my flights were all on time, 2 were even early! after the easy breezy first flight on the 15th, from williamsport to boston with 1 layover in philly, i thought for sure i'd make up for the stroke of travel luck with a wicked, nasty return flight. but no, my experience today was nothing short of pleasant, minus the stint at airport security which i will get into a bit later.

i have to say how impressed i was with the assistance i received from us airway's support staff (with the exception of the flight attendants who were their usual apathetic and bitter selves.) i even bonded with Morgan who drives one of the "beep beep" electric carts around Philly's endless terminals. (i shared with her the story of my mom wanting to name me "Morgan" which wasn't such a brilliant idea considering my last name is "Morgensen"- i don't think she cared about the story but she smiled and nodded, which classifies as polite in my book.) so either i'm getting better at this, or they're all on happy pills.

another perk of this trip was that i was able to score a cheaper flight out of Williamsport, which is only 30 minutes away from Lburg (versus the hour or more drive to Hburg's airport.) the entire airport could probably fit in my studio apartment in DC and the baggage claim is the size of a broom closet. apparently the staff are fans of Ellen since they had rocking chairs lined around the tv set, which is considerate of them since you have to wait for the security line to open (the guys that work the check in counters also double as security agents.) and by the way- they take their job as a TSA agent very seriously (because they honestly have nothing better to do.) my bags were analyzed with a fine tooth comb, disassembling my entire carry on bag. they did confiscate my Noxema... good thing since i was planning on greasing my dirty bomb with the face cream.

which brings me to the only traumatic experience- also at a security line, but this time at Logan Airport. despite best efforts to minimize the chaos and calamity that plague every airport's security stations (huge signs plastered on every surface with pictures that depict what is and is not allowed in your bags, agents blasting instructions through megaphones, lines that are qued (sp?) up and down, across and over, forcing people to assemble in a somewhat civilized manner), that portion of air travel is hands down the most stressful part of flying. i don't know about you, but no matter how prepared i am i am still struck motionless in terror when it comes to my turn going through. All my lip gloss, toothpaste and lotion are sealed tight in a quarter ounce ziploc baggie, my shoes are off and in the bin, my earrings and rings have been removed, i'm not wearing a belt, my laptop, cell phone and digital camera are in their own bin, my coat is peeled off, and my sweater is thrown in for good measure. i mean jesus, i am practically naked when i come out the other side of the xray machine! beep, beep, bipbipbip beeepepepepepppp. AUGH! the alarm is worthy of a terrorist sighting! however, since i was being taken by wheelchair to my gate (which is already embarrassing enough), i was taken to the very front of the incredibly long security line. i tried to avoid the eyes of fellow passengers waiting impatiently- i know they were eyeing me suspiciously, trying to figure out what was "wrong" with me and if i was abusing the system.

but suddenly the dude takes the wheelchair away from me, throws my cane on the x-ray machine panel (which clearly contained explosives underneath the bright turquoise sheen) and stared at me imploringly. like- go on already lady we don't have all day. so there i am, standing with horrible tremors as my legs and hands shaked uncontrollably. i couldn't even remove my earrings or strip off my sweater. finally one of the TSA agents took my hand (his palm was sweaty- eww) and led me through the metal detector- which of course went off and i had to redo the walk 2 more times. when the whole process was finished, i shakily sat down in the wheelchair and tried to assemble all my items that had been analyzed for illegal stowaways. i was incredibly embarrassed, and just stared at the ground as the attendant wheeled me away. phew, at least that process was over. (altho he wheeled me to the wrong gate. i was halfway on the way to myrtle beach before i realized the goof.)

but now i'm home, back in the real world with my real life. my very real life. (insert sigh here.) the travel hangover didn't hit me full force until yesterday- the all too familiar stabbing knife pains are back in my legs and the constant nausea has returned to plague my days. bastards. ok, regroup. focus on the positive. and there were quite a few positives during my stay in Boston- accomplishments, you could call them. most notably being that my alcohol tolerance is making a comeback. yes ladies and gentleman, prepare your vinho verde and pomegranate martinis- i was averaging 2 glasses of wine per activity (notice that i don't confine this to meals- i'm open to drinking at any point in the day, as long as it is past 11am. earlier than that and i just feel like a floozy.) another achievement was that i ate pork- and actually liked it! sheila cooked an amazing dish that featured the pork dripping with a brown sugar glaze and sweet mango salsa. oh! and i walked freely throughout both Stacie & Josh's apartment and the Gordon's house- no cane required. i even went out in public in the city once without my tacky assistant- cane-free and no falls!

stacie & josh were amazing hosts during my 2 days in the city*. they treated me to a food tour that could rival the restaurants i remember from DC (they were basically a walking, talking, breathing Zagat book!) after they rescued me from baggage claim at Logan airport, we went to the top of the Prudential building to have a few cocktails at Top of the Hub, a restaurant on, as the name top floor of the building. the view was nothing short of amazing. i know this sounds like a stretch, but it reminded me of our view from the second platform of the Eiffel Tower- in the restaurant, Jules Verne. you could see the entire city, as much as your eyes could take in. josh is basically a walking encyclopedia of Boston- pointing out various landmarks and neighborhoods, along with historical tidbits here and there. we ate dinner at the italian restaurant in the North End where they ate the night josh proposed ("awwww!")- btw i think the owner was definitely in the mafia. (i've apparently watched the Godfather way too many times.) the weather was freakin' frigid but we still braved the wind to meet the seals at the Boston aquarium. they were so cute! but how they swim with that cold as hell wind whipping through the air- every time their heads popped up out of the water i wanted to scream "go back down! your whiskers are going to snap off!" (i think seals have whiskers... hmmm.) i figured since Lewisburg has the monkeys, it was only natural that i had to see Boston's seals.

i have to admit that a couple rebellions landed me in some discomfort during my stay- i was tempted by that damn bread served at every second of every meal in every restaurant. every basket contained a delicious ensemble of slices in a delectable array of flavors... the gluten filled goodness defeated my willpower and i gave in. once i started, i couldn't' stop- i had at least 3 or 4 pieces of bread at dinner, and again during lunch the next day. um, yeah, that car ride back was unpleasant. poor josh- stacie said she knew we were in trouble when she heard my seat belt click off in the back seat. i was angling myself appropriately for a "head out the window" vomit.

*(note: i don't have any pictures b/c i didn't bring my camera- i know, this is shocking. but josh snapped a few so i'll make sure to update this post.)

but then it was time for part II of my trip- Girls Weekend 2008! it is our 3rd year of going to scottie's house on the Cape (Falmouth, MA) over MLKjr. weekend- myself, scottie, marylee and elle. (last year we extended the invite to our mothers, so ml's and my moms have each tagged along.) since elle has vanished into the black hole of no cell phone service that is the Oxford countryside, i practically jumped her when she walked in the door. with all my issues, i'm used to having her as a sounding board and am now reduced to leaving rambling venting messages on her cell. her voice mail and i have gotten to be quite close. hahahah. she had a major announcement for me- they are getting a land line at their little house! how quaint and antique- jk! i haven't used one of those in years and i can't wait to try it out.

we had a newcomer to Girls Wkend this year- a woman who worked at the spa with scottie when she escaped to Brevard for a few months last year. kim rocks- she is now the newest member of my posse of cool people. she wormed her way into my heart with her magic hands. you see, my joints throb constantly, especially if i have been using them for any fine motor skills (ie typing, writing print, buttons, brushing my teeth, etc.) you may have noticed that i wring my hands quite frequently- it's a habit i have picked up in an attempt to force the pain out (no idea how i came up with that wacky solution b/c it clearly doesn't help the situation). but kim noticed and immediately started a mini massage- i never thought of having someone do that! i was in heaven.

i think that this is the first year we actually left the house to do an activity- we saw Atonement at a small theatre about 15 minutes away. (us and the entire population of Cape Cod) i have not cried so hard at a movie since we went through a box of tissues at Pride & Prejudice. the rest of the weekend was spent in our yearly tradition of eating, drinking wine, reading the newspaper by the fire, making omelettes out of ziploc baggies, watching football, downing mimosas, gossiping about Britney (duh- it's not a conversation without a celebrity breakdown), and eating. did i mention the food? sheila served her signature Williams & Sonoma chocolate croissants- i eyed them enviously. mmmm that flaky bread and ooozing chocolate looked so delicious. but, i refrained, and settled for the 4" slices of gluten free raisin bread.

unfortunately, the weekend was tainted by some major sports disappointments. it wasn't the best weekend for my boys- both UNC and the Packers lost in overtime games. during tv time outs and halftime we pumped ML for all the juicy details of her new Philly romance-with a younger man mind you. (that's my girl!) we really gave her hell when we discovered she had packed a framed photograph of the 2 of them- despite her insistence it was purely to show us his picture, i still reserve the right to tease her mercilessly about that corny move. but in all seriousness i am so happy for her- joe cool sounds like a good kid. i look forward to defending her honor in a future trip to the city.

we have now come to the end of this Survivor episode. i see many more in my future, and i'm crossing my fingers that i will continue to master the art of airport maneuvering. (and no, scottie, i still don't have your cold! so stop worrying! xo)

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i realized that i had overdone it somewhere between falling against mr. reed during the sermon this morning and my head snapping forward from a subsequent spasm. mom took one look at me and pulled me out of the sanctuary, grabbing onto my arm so i wouldn't topple over. i remember thinking "hmmm, i think i might pass out. i don't know if i can make it down the stairs." i was thinking this very matter of factly, like you would think "oh, that man is eating an orange."

when i have good days, which to be quite honest are few & far between, i get carried away. can you blame me? they're practically a treat, like a mini vacation inside myself. hahah. yesterday was a prime example of this. i accompanied mom & dad to the gym, where i did 22 minutes on the treadmill (at a top speed of 1.5 mph- i know, total speedracer) and helped mom work a few of the weight machines. then i had my hair highlighted, which took forever and a day because jen had to foil all the short layers she had put in my hair the week before. then, i went to the movies with my girlfriend (and next door neighbor) debra. us and the entire town of lewisburg that is. seriously, i had never seen campus theatre that packed- the line was out the door! but no i'm still not done. after that, i went to eat a late dinner with my girlfriend jana and all of her friends. i'm tired just telling you about this.

this morning i decide that i'm also going to church. mom tried to talk me out of it, suggesting that no one was "keeping record of my attendance." (i didn't remind her that "He" probably is... ha) but i wanted to wear my new blazer (it's super cute- one of those short, 1 button numbers that have 3/4 bell sleeves) and i had burned the paolo nutini cd for jana. 2 totally applicable reasons to go to church i know. well once we get there and sat down (i convinced dad to drive us so we wouldn't have to go early to find a close parking spot) i started to realize how tired i was. and for those of you that don't remember, i'll remind you about my "walls". when i hit "the wall", our time together is over. we're talking game over, lights off, end of story. i hit the wall so hard that i have brick remnants in my fingernails. (ok so that was a bit much)

i thought i could make it through the service- it's just an hour after all- but i was sorely mistaken. oh how i was mistaken. my body started doing these little jerks that it does when i'm tired- left, and right, and front, and back... and, well, you know the rest of the story. mom hissed "are you ok? we should go." and that was about it. at first i was irritated and pissy that i had to leave, and started my rant of "but everyone else gets to do things on the weekend" spiel, but realized it was pointless and i was too tired to whine about it. so the rest of the afternoon was spent watching college ball (go hoosiers!) and the giants pull out a win against the cocky cowboys (my consolation prize since the colts lost.)

our annual girls weekend on the cape is coming up this week, so i'm going to rest up as much as possible over the next couple days. it takes a lot of energy to play scrabble, watching football, drink wine, and read the newspaper. and get through security at the airport. mostly the latter though.

the honeymoon is over

ahhh, the postings of upbeat success stories and progress on the health front have come to an end. it was fun while it lasted. but.... this posting won't be as peppy and optimistic. i'm definitely on the "glass if half empty" team. hahah.

i get so frustrated with the red tape and bureaucracy of healthcare. it is such a huge personal issue to me- i feel like i spend my days fighting with doctors, pharmacists, insurance companies, drug manufacturers, social security department, lawyers, senator's office... sometimes i just get tired of pushing and pushing for simple assistance. why can't this be easy and streamlined? for example. i have been on a drug called Lryica for close to 3 years now.

(there's been a recent push for the drug on national tv advertising- it shows some woman painting, and seems to generalize the condition. it's actually quite serious but is sometimes overused by doctors as a "catch all" if they can't figure out what is wrong. you have to be very careful/picky when choosing a doctor to manage this aspect of the disease. people with autoimmune disorders seem to develop this more often than others. they're not sure of the connection.) a

as most of you know in addition to my MS, i developed fibromyalgia, and the two love to compete for who is causing the most destruction in my life. of all the (22) medications i take on a daily basis, Lyrica is one of the most important. it makes the nerve pain tolerable, and helps me keep walking. i originally took Lyrica strictly for my MS, but it's now FDA approved to help fibromylagia sufferers (the first/only fda approved drug for this condition.) you would think this is a good thing, and could only help obtain access to the drug.

last week, i was running low on Lyrica so i called the pharmacy for a refill. it was down to 0 refills, which meant it required doctor authorization. no big deal, CVS (love them) called my neurologist's office for approval to submit the drug. well, my insurance (PA Access- state medicaid/medical assistance) kicked back the refill, requiring pre authorization. so, once again, CVS coordinates with my neurologist to send in the paperwork. my neurologist refuses to submit the paperwork until she "evaluates" my condition. she claims that it has to be "documented" that i am actually suffering from tender pressure points on my body due to Fibromyalgia. (like i could make this stuff up!)

a week has now gone by. i am completely out of this drug, and therefore the physical symptoms that Lyrica usually manages are front and center. in addition, i was having major withdrawal effects. i've felt like a crazy person the past 3 days- intense hot flashes, uncontrollable crying and anxiety, incredible nausea, dizziness and chills, pure exhaustion. my legs were so weak from the pain that they were shaking from taking a simple step. i was even scared to go downstairs b/c i thought i would fall straight down. adding to all of this is the fact that PAC denied my Ambien CR prescription- they will only cover generic Ambien. i have a history with sleeping medications, since i suffer from insomnia quite frequently. it took MANY different attempts with everything from sedatives to sketchy syrup that was used to knock kids out during CT scans. my experience with Ambien is that it makes me hyper- almost heart racing, tossing and turning, itching. so from saturday until last night, i didn't sleep. instead i was a zombie during the day barely making it out to the mailbox to fetch the mail.

in the meantime, CVS is trying desperately to coordinate with my neurologist dept, who are not cooperating. here i am, their patient, a complete mess, and they refuse to sign off on paperwork saying i require the medicine. i was told explicitly that "if i did not come into the office on Friday they would not give me the prescription." i have been their patient for a YEAR. they have prescribed this medication at least 4 times over the course of said year. but still, i have to be "evaluated" and they will then determine if i "quality" for the drug. what was i supposed to do in the meantime? their suggestion is to pay out of pocket for a week's supply of Lyrica, which is $12/day for 4 pills. . it might be another week before all the paperwork is processed- now we're up to approx $84. it infuriates me that they can allow a patient's care to suffer and such a lapse to occur in medication.

now compare this situation with my conversations with my internist this week. i had emailed her, explaining the problem with the sleeping medication, and could we try something else. within a few hours, she had responded with not one, but THREE options- a med called Restoril (which i have taken, it works!), Trazadone (sedative, i tend to avoid it), or meet with a new sleep specialist that just joined their practice (a physician). she then had the nurse fax CVS a Rx for Restoril and even had someone call me to set up the appt with the new doctor. no questions asked, total concern for my health, making me a priority. it's night and day from the staff at the neurology dept, who i feel fight me every step of the way. it's gotten to the point where i am developing anxiety in anticipation of my appointments, and am self conscious about telling the truth about my condition.

our annual girls weekend is coming up next week on the cape, and it's something i look forward to all year. i'm also going to spend a few days with Stacie & Josh in Boston before meeting up with Scottie on thursday. i don't want to be in a slump with all my medication woes, and i don't want to be uncomfortable or exhausted the entire time i am there. i just hope that i can gather some strength for the travel leg of the trip- williamsport to philly, philly to boston, and back again MLKjr day on mon the 21st. by then it will have been 3 weeks- THREE WEEKS- without having the Lyrica problem taken care of. 3 weeks for a bargain out of pocket price of over $300. (which i hope is worst case scenario.) this might sound trite, but this is the ONLY drug that really gives me a benefit. I would think 3 weeks is time enough to work it out.

i'm done venting now. it's late, i'm actually tired, and have a very fat cat curled up against me. who needs a pillow when you have a ball of soft fluff? ha. here's to a better posting next time! ciao!

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