maychorian: (i lost my SHOE :()
This post is definitely not for the squeamish. Lots of icky eye stuff.

The eye doctors found problems with my cornea today at my one-week follow-up appointment. )
maychorian: (sleepy mice)
This part is even longer than the first one.

Anterior Lamellar Keratoplasty )
maychorian: (i will consider)
I had a cornea transplant yesterday.

I've talked before on this journal about the problems I have with my eyes. Keratoconus, misshapen corneas, the distortion and problems. My left eye has been useless and in need of a transplant since I was in college. My right eye now can no longer be corrected with glasses, so I wear a hard contact in it. It's like a daily miracle--I wake up and I can't see. Then I put in the contact and I can see again.

But my right eye has been working alone for a very long time. My left eye is very lazy, always wandering off, and my brain has gotten used to just using the right. Finally, this year, my church said they would help me meet my insurance deductible so I could get this transplant I've been needing. It's been a very long process--actually started in April. But yesterday was the fruition. I now have a new cornea in my left eye.

This morning the nurse took off the gauze at my first follow-up appointment, and already I could see better with my left eye than I've been able to see since I was a teenager. I saw her face, not just a big blur. When asked to look at the eye chart, I could make out the first two lines with my left eye, which was previously impossible. It was amazing, and my vision will improve a great deal as my eye heals. (My eye looks pretty awful right now, but that's okay.)

Because I'm a writer, I'm going to try to get down in words what the experience was like. It might be kind of gross or disturbing, though, so feel free to scroll along if that might bother you.

What's it like to get a cornea transplant including laser cutting. )
maychorian: (sleepy mice)
One of the big writing projects I've been working on lately is now finished.

Any Is Severely (A Story of Healing from Childhood Abuse)


This is a relatively short book, but it took me more than twenty years to write it. If you've read The Lights of Home and my notes on it, you already know what I'm talking about. Fiction has been powerful tool of healing for me, and I spend a chapter talking about that in the book.

If you or someone you know has been abused, you can also download the book for free from my new website, http://laurabfischer.com. There are no barriers to get to the download and it will not tracked in any way. I don't care if people download the book without paying for it. This particular writing project is not about money.




Description below )

Squirrels

Jun. 22nd, 2013 12:58 pm
maychorian: (sleepy mice)
Another emotional post. Dang it, this weekend. Stop being so hard.

Apparently life wants to make me cry this weekend )
maychorian: (Remy loves spices)
Over the past few months I've been trying to take better care of myself, such as having a plan for what to eat instead of just getting breakfast and lunch wherever. (Supper is a little easier to deal with, without work getting in the way.) I figured out how to have a good pack lunch everyday--basically cheese sticks, Greek yogurt, sugar-free pudding, and some kind of protein, either lunch meat or a tuna fish snack--so now breakfast is left.

I just can't face a plate of eggs and sausage in the morning, like my dad has every day. I want some carbs to get me going, but not too many, because then my blood sugar goes haywire and I feel sick. So no donuts, breakfast cereal, pancakes, etc. Breakfast burritos from the gas station work all right, but that gets expensive and inconvenient, and they have stuff I don't want.

So this past month I started experimenting with muffins. I've taken elements from several different recipes to make this one, and it works pretty good. My plan now is to make a batch or two of these on the weekend and eat them during the week. Last weekend I didn't make any, and breakfast got chaotic again, so it's gonna take some discipline. I might make another batch today and take pictures for another post. Mainly I want to get this down on the blog so I don't forget it, since it took several different tries to get the recipe just how I like it.

This makes a very dense, hearty muffin. If you look at the ingredients you can see that there's more fiber than flour, which is good for me, but doesn't make for a very fluffy, cake-like muffin. It's not very sweet, either, but to my tooth it's just right. They're quite tasty fresh, plain or with butter, and they do last the week for my breakfasts, but toward the end of the week they don't taste as good. They also mold after a couple weeks, because all the ingredients are natural.

For my next batch, I might try adding bacon.

Edit: Piccies!

Peanut Butter Bran Muffins
Makes 11 muffins

Soak for 1 hour:
1 1/4 c. buttermilk
1 1/4 c. bran

Whisk together:
1/2 c. melted butter
1/2 c. natural peanut butter
1/4 c. honey or agave syrup
1 large egg, room temperature

Mix thoroughly in separate bowl:
1 c. white whole wheat flour
1/4 c. almond or coconut flour
1/4 c. bran
1/2 c. Sucanat
1/2 Tbsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt, optional

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Prepare muffin tins with one spray of cooking oil in the bottom of each cup. Whisk bran mixture into wet ingredients. Add dry ingredients and stir just until everything is moistened. This makes a very lumpy, thick dough that looks like dark brown oatmeal. Fill 11 muffin cups almost full, and add a little water to empty cup to even out baking. Bake for 18-20 minutes. (18 is perfect in my parents' convection oven.)

Notes on ingredients:
If you don't have or want to buy buttermilk, you can make it by adding a few teaspoons of lemon juice or vinegar to a measure of regular milk and letting it set for a few minutes until it curdles. That's usually what I do, or you can also buy buttermilk powder and keep it in the cupboard.

Sucanat is like brown sugar, but granular because it's made directly from evaporated cane juice instead of from adding molasses back into white sugar. I get it at my local bulk foods store. That's also where I get the bran and the natural peanut butter. The peanut butter is ground fresh in the store, so it's very soft and creamy, without the layer of oil you'd find in national brands like Smucker because it hasn't had time to separate yet. If you can get your peanut butter that way, I recommend it.

I used agave syrup because one of the original recipes I experimented with called for it, but when this bottle is gone I'm going back to honey. It's really not any better for you than honey, just digested in the liver instead of the intestines, and it has kind of a medicinal aftertaste. And again, I can get local honey from the same bulk store.

Melted butter is my oil of choice in baking. It adds a touch more sweetness, and it's better for you than highly processed oils. But you can certainly use canola or regular vegetable oil if you want. When I use the salted kind of butter, I don't add the salt in the dry ingredients.

I get King Arthur brand white whole wheat flour at a big box store like Wal-Mart or Meijer. If you don't want to use almond or coconut flour, which I add for EVEN MOAR fiber, you can just use 1 1/4 c. of regular flour instead. White whole wheat is a little lighter than regular whole wheat, with the same nutrition value.

Experimenting with recipes is fun! Early experiments didn't turn out perfectly, but they weren't failures, because as the Mythbusters say, every experiment is data. And I still ate all the muffins.
maychorian: (Remy loves spices)
My eyes have been SO bad, for SO long. Not just blurriness, but distortion, multiple images, mosaics of halos around light sources at night.

With my new contact, I can see 20/20 again. It's so amazing. I still see multiple images on high contrast edges, and halos at night, but I can function again. I'm incredibly grateful.

I've been making a list of Random Things I'm Happy to See.

Individual blades of grass
Individual hairs on my friend Jacob's beard (and his piercings, I could never see them before)
How beautiful Hawaii Five-0 is
Trees
Bushes
Sunsets
My Pathfinder character sheet
Pretty dice I couldn't read for the longest time
How low-quality some of the photos are on the news sites I read
Wrinkles on faces
The colors of people's eyes
Words in the hymn book at church
Lines on the road not splitting off into the distance, but staying where they're supposed to be
The fond smiles I get from friends when I do something silly, like being stupidly excited about using fireball
The detail on the Fury drop in Sims Social (never saw the face before)
All the high-quality art in MouseHunt
All the bug smears on my windshield
The flaws in my own skin
How bloodshot my eyes get when the contact rubs wrong
My pet mouse's whiskers (there are so many, and they are so cute)
The patterns in my pet cat's fur
Speckles on jellybeans


I get this little burst of pleasure in my chest every time I notice something that I couldn't see before. And there have been many, many bursts of pleasure in the past couple of weeks.

My contact can be a pain. It's not as easy to use as a soft contact, and putting it in can take me a dozen tries, though I'm getting better. My eye gets sore and dry sometimes, and I'm learning to use eye drops instead of rubbing like I instinctively want to.

But it's so...incredibly...worth it.

I'm looking forward to reading for pleasure again. Haven't done that for a long time. Maybe I'll finally get some writing done, too.
maychorian: (Default)
Cannot decide if I love or hate the new Glee character.

Glee, you so weird )

Raising Hope )

Criminal Minds )

Supernatural )

Hawaii Five-0 )

real life, keratoconus, bad eye days )

And yeah. That's my life in the past little while.
maychorian: (SamnDean GUNS COST MONEY MAN)
I don't want to, but I'm considering turning off anonymous comments on this journal cuz I just get SO. MUCH. SPAM. Especially on high-comment posts like the ol' Castiel party page. It's stupid and annoying. Today I deleted three spam comments from that post.

In other news, under the cut is a pic of me from yesterday when I did Zombie Walk in Kendallville, IN. A bunch of people turn up dressed as zombies and lurch up and down Main Street while creepy music plays on the city PA. It's a food drive--to participate you need to bring a non-perishable food item. I took six cans of refried beans, because I'm classy. Tons of fun. I was there with two friends from my weekend RPG group, Tim and Jenny.

After Jenny took the pic of me I poured even more fake blood all over my face and chest, and also smeared it on my hands, so hopefully I looked even grosser on the walk. :D

GRR ARGH )

Work glee

Oct. 27th, 2011 03:36 pm
maychorian: (Leverage - geek!Hardison)
BAHAHAHAHA.

I now have my own phone.

And an extension.

I think I've made it.
maychorian: (wee!Sam *glee*)
I find it rather sweet how, when I got up the courage to share with certain of my guy friends that I was abused as a child, they got all huggy on me. And not in a weird way, just like, "Oh, it's Laura! I shall hug her." I do so love hugs, even though I'm terrible at initiating them. It's awfully validating to find such men in the world.
maychorian: (angsty poetry)
I was going to write about how bad it feels to be looked down on as white trash at your cousin's wedding by your cousin's future in-laws, but screw that. I have pudding again and it is GLORIOUS.

Ever since I started changing my diet to accommodate my hypoglycemia, one of my highest priorities has been figuring out how to have healthy sweets. I have always been a big fan of pudding, and this has never been a secret. In my first blog, on xanga, I listed making pudding in my expertise. Both my YouTube account and my Twitter account include "consumer of pudding" in my self-description. Mmm, pudding. I love it. I love it so much. You really can't overstate just how much I love pudding. It would be very difficult.

Now, you can make sugar-free, flour-free pudding. I've done it. I've done stirred puddings and custards, with and without cornstarch; you can use xanthan gum or guar gum instead, though the texture does leave something to be desired. I've made pies with instant sugar-free mixes, even though they always contain aspartame, which I hate and which hates me. (Aspartame + me = headaches, tummy aches, unhappiness.) It's time-consuming, though, and then you have to wait for it to cool, and it's a hassle, and I don't eat it all and it goes bad, etc.

So then someone in my family bought these single-serving sugar-free Swiss Miss puddings. They were tasty, but they had sucralose (Splenda) which I'm also sensitive to. So I only ate, like, three of those. Oh, shut up. Like I could stay away from pudding. Even pudding that I know will give me headaches. But then. BUT THEN.

Jell-O. Apparently there have been great strides in the science of sugar-free pudding recently, and Jell-O has found the perfect formula to suit this particular hypoglycemic pudding lover. NNNNGH, JELL-O. I LOVE YOU SO.

Their main sweetener is xylitol, which doesn't bother me. It does have some sucralose, but only in trace amounts, so eating one or two a day after a meal seems to be fine. THEIR FLAVORS ARE SO YUMMY. Omg. Omg, you guys. Jell-O sugar-free Boston Cream Pie pudding snacks. I DARE YOU NOT TO LIKE IT.



So gooood.

So I've been buying a lot of pudding. I take them in my lunches to work and they are a highlight of my day. But my family. They like them too. They eat them.

WITHOUT PERMISSION.

Monday, right. On my way back from playing RPG with my friends (we did Star Wars Saga Edition that night, Josh DMed, I played a Jedi named Naeji Dwill, it was awesome), I stopped at Wal-Mart. I bought two six-packs of pudding. One of them was Boston Cream Pie, which I hadn't tried before. I ate one before going to bed and it was

Uh. Maze. Ing.

The next morning I got up to pack my lunch, and only two were left. TWO. So I hid one and took the other.

LE GASP. MY FAMILY HAS ALSO DISCOOVERED TEH SECRET OF TEH PUDDING.

Dash it all.

This summer has been particularly strange for my family, because most of my siblings are all but grown up, and yet we live at home. Five out of eight people in this house have day jobs, which means five lunches being packed, five people tired in the evening and unwilling to do chores, etc., etc. Five people competing for my puddings.

Those puddings are MINE.

So today. Again, I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way back from playing geeky games (Arkham Horror this time, and I swear some day we will finish a game). I bought four six-packs of pudding. They are in the bottom crisper drawer of the fridge. I took a piece of paper and wrote on it. I laid it carefully over the top of the puddings in the drawer, so you cannot help but see it, if perchance you open the drawer and reach in with the intention of taking my puddings away.

These belong to Laura.

Mom and Dad may have them for free.

Everyone else, 50¢ each.

This is more than fair--less than they cost me.


It felt ever so slightly passive-aggressive. But our schedules are so different that I hardly ever see some of my family, and I want them all to know.

THE PUDDING IS MINE.

...

I just hope it works.

WTH

Mar. 8th, 2011 10:03 am
maychorian: (Ruby's  games)
Dude, what is with all the spam on LJ lately? Almost every day it seems like I'm going to some old post and hitting SELECT SELECT DELETE AS SPAM. Cut it out, spammers. My site does not exist for your google optimization.

So I just watched the second to last White Collar episode and my heart just about burst with glee. THANKS FOR HITTING ALLLL OF MY BUTTONS, SHOW. Oh, Peter. Oh, Neal. Oh, El. Oh, MOZZIE. I ♥ them all, but especially Mozzie. He's so adorable with his little glasses and his fuzzy head and his, "Wait, WHAT?" and "I came on my own" and listening sympathetically to Neal being all wistful, oh, Moz, I would marry you if you were real.

Also I watched Girl, Interrupted yesterday for the time and was like WTF Misha, why always killers or sex hippies, eh? Until Castiel. WHOM I MISS. I am also caught up on Supernatural and there has not been even close to enough Castiel.

I did my federal taxes late last night because I was tired of worrying about it and just wanted to get it over with, and fortunately I'll be getting a nice refund this year, almost 500, which is like WHEW. Since a good chunk of my income last year was as an independent contractor without taxes withheld, I was afraid I would end up owing, but I'm still poor enough that I didn't, thankfully. My AGI was like 11k or something ridiculous like that. Seriously, guys, I'm tired of not making enough to live on without living in my parents' basement. I'm trying so hard to find something, to make it work, but I'm laid off from my "good job" at the moment (which isn't even full time, anyway), and everything else I try to find just isn't working. I wanted part-time work at a PetSmart, and I applied and got the first interview, and now I just keeping making phone call after phone call, "Have you made a decision, have you made a decision," and they're all "We'll call you back, we'll call you back," and they DON'T, and seriously, just tell me you don't want me so I can keep looking. It's just PART-TIME WORK AT A PETSMART, C'MON, WHY CAN'T I HAVE THAT.

Sigh.

I miss my rats so much lately. My heart hurts all the freaking time, thinking about them, and it's been going on for months. I want to get more, but I can't because I'm living in my parents' basement and my dad hates them like poison. I want to move out, but I can't because I'm not making enough money. I feel so trapped sometimes. And my eyes keep getting worse. Driving at night is, like, literally dangerous for me now, I think, but I keep doing it because what else am I gonna do? It's not like buses come out to little towns in the middle of Amish country, and if I didn't get to go visit my friends a couple of times a week I'd probably go nuts.

Wow, that went whiny fast. But, well, maybe you can see why I haven't been spending a lot of time on LJ lately.
maychorian: (day the ponies died)
also, caught up, and omg they killed Kenny Misha Charlie Sheen whut.


http://www.youtube.com/embed/7FJ3ZKim_eU

The most I have been writing lately is RPG stuff. Maybe more on that latter. Mostly I have been annoyed by RL things like medical problems, especially my keratoconus which has been particularly aggravating lately like agh, EYES WHY WON'T YOU WORK. Watching TV and playing Xbox is more fun than reading and writing at the moment. And continuing indefinitely, until, you know, cornea transplants or something. Stupid keratoconus. I hate it.
maychorian: (A:TLA - Katara from behind)
And thus I continue to turn my LJ into a recipe blog.

Anyway. I have been very busy baking cookies and such, and perhaps I will share more about that later. First, though, here is how I make granola. Because I make fan-tucking-fastic granola, if I do say so myself. It's my own recipe, modified somewhat from another family favorite, and I love it.

The recipe below makes a huge batch that my family manages to eat in less than a month. It's a very hearty, satisfying cereal--a bowl of this with almond or soy milk will keep me from getting the munchies for many hours. Good for avoiding those donuts at work.

Though it has sugar in it, it doesn't bother my hypoglycemia, probably because it also has plenty of complex carbs, protein, fiber, and fat. According to my calculations, this recipe costs us between thirteen and fourteen dollars in materials, but we do buy a lot of our food in bulk at a health food-type store. You can half or quarter the recipe for a smaller family, and the ingredients are flexible.

So, I share with you my secret learnings. There are three secrets to making great granola: a great recipe (see below), mixing all of the ingredients very well (not as easy as it might seem), and baking it evenly.

Fellowship Granola
Based on "Koinonia Granola" from More-with-Less Cookbook

Pictures. Delicious pictures. )
maychorian: (seasonally appropriate!)
I am up late burning CDs to make presents for my siblings' Sunday School teachers. Because my mom asked me to. She wanted to give them all a copy of Three Wise Men and a Baby, but she went to the website to order some and they don't sell physical copies anymore, just downloads. So here I am, burning discs. I am about halfway through. (There are a lot of Sunday School teachers.) She realized all of sudden tonight that if we don't give them their gifts tomorrow, they won't get them before Christmas. She woke me up from my nap and everything. I love my mom, though, so I don't mind doing it. I find her glee over this kids' album kind of adorable, actually.

Remember I offered it last year? Here it is again. Three Wise Men and a Baby. It's a great album and I'd love all my friends to have a copy.

Sample Lyrics:

We're traveling from nation unto nation
We're following the path of yonder star
And one day we will reach our destination
(It'd go more quickly if we had a car.) (Binky!) (Sorry!)
Our trek has led through the scorching desert
Where mirages make us disbelieve our eyes
And the sun beats down so hard it makes your head hurt
It makes you wonder why they call us wise

We are the three wise men
As we travel 'cross the desert sand we sing
I'm Gaspar! I'm Melchior! I'm Binky!
Three wise men bearing presents for the king


I've been very busy lately. Big project at work they suddenly need me for, so my hours went from about ten hours a week to more like thirty, which is a big change and kind of exhausting, even though I like having money to buy Christmas presents. And then in the evenings I've been baking cookies and shopping and making other stuff. I'm even working on a gift for my flisties, so keep your eye out for that.

Earlier this evening my church did caroling, but I was so tired from working this morning and then meeting my RPG friends this afternoon that I stayed home and napped, even though I love caroling. There's always next year, I guess, but I'm sorry I missed it. Really needed the nap though. And then later I watched the Adipose episode of Doctor Who with [livejournal.com profile] dickensgirl, so that was awesome. We agree that Donna is our favorite and always will be.

Oh, hey! Remember when I was going to sing you songs from my cell phone, but I never finished some of the requests? I used the tag "maychorian sings for your amusement"? Ask for a Christmas carol here, and I will try to post it by Christmas. This is not the promised pressie, just something silly.

♥ you all!
maychorian: (Remy loves spices)
Sometimes I just go on a cooking rampage and make a whole bunch of stuff and spend all afternoon and evening in the kitchen and then my feet hurt and I'm tired and I don't do the dishes like a total cad.

Today I made:

Pics! )
maychorian: (Remy loves spices)
I hope all of my flisties had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Mine was strangely eventful. First I got woken up at 6:45 because the basement was flooded with water from a backed-up pipe. (Curse these Midwest storms.) I had been up till 12:45 cooking and stuff, so not a great start to the day. Dad went out to get a sump pump while the rest of us hauled buckets of gross smelly water up the steps and out the door to dump in the yard, picked up wet boxes and put them on tables, and threw away lots of soaked papers and stuff that had been on the floor. It was pretty bad, and it really freaked out my poor Murphy cat, who wanted to leave my room but couldn't because THERE WAS FREAKING SMELLY WATER EVERYWHERE OMG. (I could see the thoughts going through his head, poor dear.) Later we got it mostly cleaned up, but there was still a puddle near the drain, and somehow Murphy contrived to dip his tail in it and then wandered around the basement crying in most piteous distress because HE COULDN'T LICK IT OMG. Eventually I rescued him and smeared some coconut oil on his tail to hide the smell and give him something more palatable to lick. My poor cat.

We also had relatives over in the afternoon and evening for a meal. It was smaller than most gatherings of that side of the family, but still filled our already full house to overflowing. Still, it was good times. And then the lights went out around 7:00. Like, really. CURSE THESE MIDWEST STORMS. We had plenty of candles and propane lanterns and stuff, and it was kind of fun, but still annoying. I found it sadly hilarious that even with the lights out, two people were sitting on the couch playing games on laptop computers, and other people were using their cellphones. (The rest of us played awesome low-tech BOARD GAMES and CARD GAMES.) Still, those cell phones sure come in handy as flashlights. When the lights first went off, my brothers and cousin came up the stairs from the then pitch-dark basement, all lighting their way with the blue lights of their phones. Ah, modern times.

Also, today I am sick. I woke up yesterday with a sore throat and headache, not at all helped by the flooded basement and horrible smells, and today I seem to have a full-on cold. I also ate things I shouldn't have during the meal, like store-bought bread and sugar-cured ham, and I have a feeling I'm going to pay for it. I did make me-safe Jello salad with xylitol and tofu-pumpkin pie with whole wheat crust and real whipped cream, though, so in a way I got to have my cake and eat it too.

So that was yesterday. And now my family needs me to help make cookies for serving lunch this Sunday, and I am so sick. :(

Does anyone know what happened to [livejournal.com profile] haruslex? I was very sad to see her journal deleted.
maychorian: (Dean eww)
Ugh, I've been so careful, but it's so easy to mess up this whole new dietary thing. This morning my family had pancakes, and my mom, who is very understanding of and interested in my issues, made them super healthy, with wheat germ and oat bran and buckwheat flour and stuff. So I made my own syrup out of mixed berries and xylitol, because I can't use regular syrup, and stayed away from the sweetened applesauce and stuff. (They even put sugar in breakfast sausage, did you know?) But I forgot that fruit juice is a problem, too, and poured a big old glass of oj (NOT EVEN SWEETENED) and gulped it down with my pancakes, and yeah. Dizziness. It hits me really fast with any kind of fruit juice. THIS MAKES ME SO SAD, YOU GUYS. I'VE ALWAYS LOVED JUICE.

It's passed now, but this whole thing is irritating. I'll get used to it eventually, but I hate that there are so many things that make me sick.

In other news, I am having THOUGHTS about Supernatural. This new season has been really interesting so far, and yes, I loved episode three to TEENY TINY WEENY LITTLE BITS. My adoration for a certain BAMFy blue-eyed dickwad, let me show you it. So perhaps I will write something about that later.

I've also been watching a lot of Whose Line lately. And House. You guys know how rarely I ship things, yes? But I think I might just ship House/Wilson. The subtext has become text one time too many. Also Colin/Ryan--I gets it, I do. There is an awful lot of kissing in that show.
maychorian: (Remy loves spices)
This is my breakfast:
cut for picture )

I call it a Triple S Shake. The recipe is very simple.

Triple S Shake

Frozen strawberries
Soy milk
Fresh baby spinach
Scoop of unsweetened protein drink
Dribble of vanilla extract

I'm not exact on the proportions, but it's probably about a cup of each S. Put in a food processor or blender and blend until thick and delicious.

I've been eating like this for a couple of weeks now, and I can now get through entire days with no dizziness, nausea, headaches, shaky hands, chest pain, or panic attacks. I also am waking up much easier, sometimes even without an alarm, and don't feel drowsy and cloudy all day. I'm calling that a win.

Yesterday I invented cookies.

Experimental Thumbprint Cookies

1 cup butter
1/2 cup evaporated cane juice
1/3 cup agave nectar
1 cup coconut flour
1 1/3 cup white whole wheat flour
4 eggs
1/4 tsp salt
2 tsp vanilla extract

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Cream butter and sugars. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Combine flours and salt, then stir into sugar mixture. Press dough onto ungreased cookie sheets. (I made it into little balls and pressed them down with my thumb. Each cookie was about the circumference of a quarter.) Bake 8-10 min or until lightly golden on edges. Remove to cool on racks.

This made bunches and bunches of tiny cookies. I can eat a handful at a time with no problems.

Oh, and I got new glasses awhile ago!
cut for picture )

The rash on my back still hasn't gone entirely away, even with steroid cream, so I do need to make another appointment with my doctor. I will. But for now I'm feeling much better, so it's going all right. I even have some energy to start working on my Reverse Big Bang story. I'm pretty excited about it.

Hope everything is going well for you guys, too.

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