Yesterday afternoon, anti-inflamatory drugs.

This morning, severe abdominal cramping, another visit to the doctor.

Work shit is too boring to go into, but it dumped on me as well today, in a bad way.

Neck and upper back in excruciating pain, even with drugs.

This afternoon the landlady calls and tells us they're selling the house and people will be tromping through tomorrow from noon to one. Oh, and so sorry about the less than 24 hours notice.

We leave at 5 AM. I still need to pack. The house is a mess, because we've been too busy, and I've been too hurt, to do hard cleaning. The landlady says, oh, no problem, I'll come early and "straighten up".

(ARGH!)

Tim tries to put my backpack in the car when he picks me up from BART and the trunk locking mechanism breaks. We try and try and cannot fix it. We tie it down and come home.

Fuck.

Good things:

I cannot take aspirin, but I can take tylenol on top of anti-inflamatory drugs. I wonder how many I'll need for the flight?

Abdominal cramping has mostly resolved itself.

Work shit? Too bad if it didn't get dealt with at this point. Bwah ha ha!

Portable heating pads might make it through airport security and they last for 8 hours.

My landlady is not the easiest to deal with and the new landlords probably wouldn't want to live in our flat as our kitchen sux. Perhaps they'll be nice and easy to live with and not raise our rent. But, if we have to move, Tim has novel money for a downpayment. Oh, and my sister and her son can be here to watch over stuff for us from 11am to after 1pm tomorrow THANK GODS!

Tim seems to have a handle on what's wrong with the trunk and is in the process of fixing it.

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I'm going to pack, eat, then take a long hot bath and go to bed. We really really need this vacation.