What Some People Will Do to Get a YouNeverCall Hat

YouNeverCall is offering a free hat to anyone who reviews them and lets them know where the review is.

Apparently, that seems too complex for some people, so they did a search, found something I'd written about YouNeverCall on my blog and submitted it as a review to the staff over at YNC.

Here's the thing... Sam at YNC is the type to notice such things, because, well, he's my brother. So he ran this one by me, since he didn't know I had an address in Wellsville, PA. (I don't.)

So sorry, Angie, I think it was a great creative effort, but I think you'll have to write your OWN review if you want to get a YouNeverCall hat.

LeahGG

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I must have this, and it's Bethami's Fault.
There's no place like...painless, there's no place like painless...

It's All in Your Head - Twice the Suffering, None of the Relief

Some of you know that I've been sick for the last 2.5 months or so. Some of you might even care.

I have fibromyalgia, so it gets the blame for pain and exhaustion long before a doctor will even order so much as a regular blood count. Finally, though, the levels of pain and exhaustion exceeded what my doctor could write off, so I got a whole bunch of blood tests run, and while some of them are off, there's nothing with a big arrow saying "big disease here" so I'm still without a diagnosis, which means that some people (doctors included) are saying "It's all in your head," so not only do they have no relief to offer me, they can also make me feel guilty for my pain, my exhaustion, and the fact that I'm not up to speed.

Ah the sheer joy of it all.

The Chicken Dance Makes Me Cry

No, really. I was at the mall today, and they started playing the chicken dance, and the tears started rolling down my face.

I was thirteen when Steven Orne and I danced to the chicken dance on a Sunday sometime around Yom Haatzmaut 1991. Israel was 43.

I was still thirteen the following January, when Stephen died of complication of hemophilia. I always remember dancing the chicken dance with him, and I always cry when I hear it.

For some reason, "Yesh lanu tayish," which we're dancing in this picture, doesn't make me cry as badly. Yehi Zichro Baruch