Sarcoidosis journal

Pills, when they come in familiar orange bottles, tend to be 30 at a time. My medicine is actually four weekly packs of seven days worth of pills (21 per week). My insurance company, perhaps ignoring the fact that I don’t have an orange bottle specially filled by my pharmacist, won’t refill my prescription until the date matches the one last month when I last got my prescription refilled, so I’m on a pill vacation for a few days.

The good news is that I’ve now determined that the pills are, in fact, keeping my blinding pain in my feet and arms at bay. There’s also the lovely icepick that’s been inserted beneath my left shoulderblade. The bad news is how I’ve learned this information.

Joe Rice’s kids publish a book

Well, sort of.

Joe’s second graders have published a book through Lulu.com, which has to be one of the better ways to encourage a love of reading that I’ve come across.

Strange to think of Joe as a good influence, though. I keep imagining all of these kids dressed up like miniature Mexican wrestlers and dancing around to rockabilly music instead of learning “proper” things.

Happy birthday, Kate

Now, update your blog.

In Kate’s honor, a site capable of sending anyone into a diabetic coma after browsing it.

Happy birthday, Jennifer

Happy birthday to the other Jennifer Yarbrough.

Sarcoidosis journal

Back to using the ankle and wrist braces for the first time since my operation.

I hope I washed them since. I suppose there’d be an unholy funk if I hadn’t.