Oh connie, all the health in the world to your dh (and you) and peace of mind, too.
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, Connie. I'm going to have to give the universe a talking-to again. I'll be thinking of you both.
connie, much health~ma headed your way.
Damn, Connie. Your DH needs to stop re-enacting medical school textbooks. I'm sending wishes for good health for him, and calmness for you.
Damn, connie. Many hugs and ~ma headed your way.
ETA: MANY hugs, not maybe hugs. There is no maybe about it! Damn fingers.
Lots and lots of health-ma to you connie.
It's so much easier to talk about this sort of stuff to you guys, because I can have tears rolling down my face or be destroying small crunchy things, and it can take five minutes to type a single paragraph, and you folks can't tell. The illusion of coping is often as useful as the coping itself.
Cindy and JZ have new tags. I'm pretty sure I've announced Maria's new tag, but hey, I like Maria.
Much -ma to the husband, Connie.
Okay, lots of TV to watch tonight! And maybe I can stay up all night to catch up on thesis-writing. I am a bad Master's student. I'm actually afraid I'm going to end up writing crap that won't even be approved and I'll have to spend the whole summer revising it. Bah. I just want a degreeeee. Can't I just sleep with someone?
Sometimes, illusion is all you have left, Connie.
The great thing about writing is the ability to pause and edit, sometimes.
Oh, Connie, I'm sorry. You deserve a break from the health wonkiness.