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abdomen? Still painful and making me nervous.
thesis? wildly incomplete and copy due to my advisor tomorrow
doctor? seeing today when I should be madly writing
husband? exhausted and stressed, but wonderful
cat? crazy and attacking my feet. why?

I can only make lists right now. So brain dead.

omg, one good thing? my story made it past the first round at prestigious publication X. reader sent me a note that she thought it was great. it will now be read by senior editor. and even if she chooses not to publish it she will probably at least send me a note.

help!

My parents want to buy me a graduation present. I think I want a really nice fountain pen, but not an 8 million dollar one encrusted with rubbies.

Anyone know anything about fountain pens? Have one you love/covet?

My Russian doctor in the Bronx says...

my iron levels are alarmingly low. That is why I have been a sloth for months. She said to eat meat. And then when I told her I hadn't eaten any since 1977 she said, OK, don't do that. Eat beets. Eww. She also said I still need to go have 8 zillion tests. I scheduled an echocardiogram for the murmur and an appointment with the eye doctor to see if there is a tumor in my brain making my field of vision wacky. The MRI says there is no tumor in my brain, or at least it did a year ago. And even if there was it would probably not be malignant because pituitary adenomas generally are not.

Basically all today's appointment did was calm down my wild imaginings that I have colon cancer, which I was pretty sure I didn't have because I don't have any of the red flag symptoms of cancer.

Whoever put my innards together did a crap job. Is there someone I can complain to? On the other hand I should be grateful I don't have some enormous tumor growing in my intestines.