The color of summer is indeed coral, and I just got a manicure today with dark coral polish. Love it. And, yes, I think that fake crackle stuff looks pretty hideous.
Shannon and Allison- bread, chocolate, butter, cream sauces; yes that's the cuisine I remember too. But I will not, can not eat that stuff for 2 weeks straight or I'm doomed. Hence my questions regarding how to order and where to find things steamed and broiled. I will need to learn some key phrases indeed (it helps that I took French for 4 years in H.S. and college, but that was sadly a long time ago and I no longer remember a lot).
Saef, I'm jealous of your day. You make me miss NYC (I lived there for years- went to Columbia for a year and lived on 111th, then later attended Downstate Medical School and lived in Park Slope, followed by a year on 1st Ave and 18th St. doing my internship). I vividly remember those meltingly hot summer days, standing in line sweating (like you today) or worse, walking 20 blocks down Broadway or across Park Slope, smelling the asphalt and wishing my thighs didn't rub together when I walked.
Jessica, prednisone (all corticosteroids) are potent anti-inflammatory medications that also suppress the immune system. When you take them for a week, you get mostly the former effect, and when you take them for 2 or more, you start to get the latter kicking in more and more (while continuing to have the former for as long as you take them). Given how chronic your pain has been, I think the likelihood of "kicking the inflammation out" from a 1-2 week course of steroids is basically zero. Regrettably, to really treat something chronic, you'd need to be on steroids for many weeks/months.


Especially when we get medical bills.
Also, if you can access the cell phone's address book there may be "home" or something similar listed in there which you could call and say you found the phone.



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the darn stuff would totally make me lose control. I think I would rip the hot fresh loaf to pieces with my bare hands and eat it plain, right outta the pan!
and she never showed. I have no phone number to call her at so I'm waiting to see if she tries again. This time I will leave the phone on the front porch, in a plastic bag.