Timelies! I've just got home from a lovely brunch with my father, brother and nephew (the daughter was a no show.) Afterwards, we traipsed over to the local botanical garden where we saw snowdrops in bloom, but not much else. We saw new buds on the cherry trees, but no blossoms yet. The pussy willows were all pussied out, though! I bought a potted pansy and picked up a form to sign up to volunteer in the rose garden. Now, I'm home and wanting more company, but no one around, sigh.
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.
I can't be around in person but I can hop on yahoo in a sec...does that work, Sail?
That would work excellently, Nicole!
Back from the doc with a fistful of antibiotics and pain killers. It's a hernia. She says he needs to get the inflamation down today and tomorrow and maybe tomorrow we will take some pictures and make decisions about when to have surgery. Drat.
This puts a real cramp in his style. He plays ball 4-5 times a week and does macho lifting type stuff regularly.
I am a GIANT FUCKING MORON.
Thanks, Nicole.
It's a hernia.
Well, at least some small sac in his abdomen isn't swollen to bursting with bile and poisons.
Well, at least some small sac in his abdomen isn't swollen to bursting with bile and poisons.
Yes, there were worse options. He is still not pleased.
The whole 'Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining' shit doesn't always work. Tell the big guy I hope he feels better soon.
I just heard from Perkins -- she made it safe and sound to Chicago, and is in a shuttle on her way to O'Hare.
Sean, sorry I didn't get your message until now. I thought you'd gotten the gmail; I was napping. I hope everything worked out.