My head hurts, I have a low-grade fever, and I feel like someone hit me all over with a ball bat.

Which, unfortunately, may be the beginning of another new stone migrating.

And lucky me, I also got a visit from Mother Nature the heinous bitch!.

I’m supposed to go Thursday to see a friend who is a nurse-practitioner.

If I feel like this in the morning, I’m going to see if they can move my appointment up a day, and call in sick to work.

Not even looking at the new Knitpicks catalog is helping me feel better GASP!

** waving white flag **

1. Two months exactly to Christmas, if you celebrate it.  No pressure or anything.  (To this knitter and also as a mom to a LOT of kids, that is a panicked thought.)
2. I’ve worked and the kids and I have done without a LOT of stuff, for almost 2.5 years, to become a tattoo artist.  Three different times “strangers” sent me a hundred or two dollars out the the blue, which made the difference between eating or not.  And I love tattooing.  But the desk girl here, a long-time friend of my boss, cockblocks me at every turn.  She does NOT refer anyone to me for tattooing, unless every artist is busy and the person wants something right NOW.  She acts like it kills her to have to send people to me for piercings (I’m the only piercer).  She is NEVER nice to me, even though I hauled her back and forth to work, costing me an extra hour a day away from my kids, for 8 months.  I’ve shared my food with her countless times.  I’ve gone home without pay (having to collect it another day) so she could take her own pay for the day, if someone paid with a gift card and there wasn’t enough cash.  But I’ve been back to work for a month and bet I haven’t made $500 because she just will NOT send tattoos my way.  I’ve talked to my boss about it, and it hasn’t helped.  I hate the thought of wasting my brains and life and talent in some dead-end minimum-wage job but I’m just about to go try to get hired as a cashier at Food City or something.
3. Never mind #3.  I can’t top that.