part 11 of the China Pearl Inn

What we do here Jack speak to each other, no judge, and when we can get out and see each other without political judgement.
 
*stomps in and flops in a comfy chair, squirming to get, just that, comfy*

"It has been a lousy morning! Completely my idiocy, to be sure but still. I went out early this morning to do a spot of shopping for supper tonight. I somehow locked my car keys in the trunk of my car. Reaching for my cellphone, I don't have it. Left it at home. *growls* So, luckily I was at a grocery store that was a short walk from my old job. The manager let me use their phone and I left a message for Dryfter. Where he works, he can't have his cell on the production floor so I had to leave a message for him, explain what happened and ask him to stop by the house, grab the spare and come get me. I had little over an hour to kill. So, I did a little shopping. :D Of course, I don't have phone numbers memorized anymore, but luckily his number and my daughter's are engraved on my medical bracelet. Cut to the chase, I'm home. Groceries are put away and I'm in the process of sucking down coffee and food. GAAAAAH!

How is everyone else?"
 
Morning Cait. I am very tiered today not feeling like doing anything. Back is giving me a real pain.
 
Morning Cait. I am very tiered today not feeling like doing anything. Back is giving me a real pain.
I know how that is, CG. Here you go.
*she produced a heating pad from the ether, turning it on, she set it behind him, on his back.*
 
Thanks Cait. I have been fighting with doctors, referrals, and insurance sense November last.
I know how hard it can be to be your own advocate but in these days and times, you have to be. I'm always telling my daughter not to give up. Keep advocating for yourself and make them listen when they don't seem to want to. My daughter-in-law suffers from a multitude of health problems. She's been arguing with doctors for years. FINALLY, they're starting to listen to her.
JH, I hope you get some resolution soon. I hate to see people struggling to deal with what the Universe is dishing out.
 
It is just so frustrating at times. It seems they all have their talking points they repeat yet seem not to listen.
 
It is just so frustrating at times. It seems they all have their talking points they repeat yet seem not to listen.
They're so sure they're right. I mean, how can you be right? You're not a medical professional. On that score, they're right but I know my body like you can't. Here's what's going on, now suggest a way to fix it. I swear, I get soi frustrated sometimes.
 
The days of people actually listening to each other I fear is lost Cait. Everyone is so busy calculating their response.
 
The days of people actually listening to each other I fear is lost Cait. Everyone is so busy calculating their response.
Or their companies have their heads stuck in making profits. I learned to make my voice heard when I need to.
 
You have to remember their problem is not your necessity.
 
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A touch of the Irish is just the thing for a damp overcast day where the chill travels to the bone. I pour Cait a generous 3 fingers or perhaps a bit more.

To your health Cait.
 
The monk leads her through the well worn path. The pair pause at the threshold and she turns to touch the familiar door frame. Worn smooth by the passage of patrons and time. Her fingers remembering what her eyes can barely see.

Her two cats yowl their impatience and she steps carefully over the threshold towards their meows. Stopping before the looming object that must be a chair her cats have laid claim to. He brings her hand to the chair, pausing just long enough to make sure that she is comfortably seated before excusing himself from such a secular place.
 
So how are things in your neck of the woods Miss?
It was a beautiful day today. I had the windows and the doors open. However, tomorrow they are predicting rain and even cooler temps. I'm not sure how much more rain the ground around here can handle.

The monk leads her through the well worn path. The pair pause at the threshold and she turns to touch the familiar door frame. Worn smooth by the passage of patrons and time. Her fingers remembering what her eyes can barely see.

Her two cats yowl their impatience and she steps carefully over the threshold towards their meows. Stopping before the looming object that must be a chair her cats have laid claim to. He brings her hand to the chair, pausing just long enough to make sure that she is comfortably seated before excusing himself from such a secular place.
(well well well, look what the cat---er---monk drug in... long time no see VT)
 
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