Good luck. Try not to kill people. Hands! Hands!

Willow ,'Storyteller'


Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!  

[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.


Gudanov - Oct 17, 2005 7:27:53 am PDT #8855 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

I just had leftover homemade wheat-crust pizza for lunch, also yum.


Anne W. - Oct 17, 2005 7:32:41 am PDT #8856 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

{{{{{{{{Cindy and Ben}}}}}}}}}}

ION, leg is not quite as ouchy, but the joints still hurt in the right way to make driving rather painful. So, probably just as well that I don't have a work assignment this week.


Gudanov - Oct 17, 2005 7:35:23 am PDT #8857 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

Also, leg-healing-ma for Anne.


Beverly - Oct 17, 2005 7:39:51 am PDT #8858 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Anne, is it more than the knee? In a way that's not attributable to compensating for the knee? Could it be a virus, maybe, that's settled in the joints? Is it worth seeing a doctor for? In any case, I hope it eases up soon. I've dealt with a wonky knee since my high school senior year, and it's no fun.

Jilli, the new site is purrrrty! But I miss photographs of TLoTM, even though the caricature is lovely.


Aims - Oct 17, 2005 7:44:26 am PDT #8859 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Gronk.

Home.

Coffee.

Home.


vw bug - Oct 17, 2005 7:44:55 am PDT #8860 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Did you survive the wedding?


Anne W. - Oct 17, 2005 7:49:07 am PDT #8861 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

My ankle and hip are sore, and it definitely feels like the sort of thing I'd get from trying to compensate as I walk. The knee pain feels like a particularly bad version of the typical. (I'm missing some cartilage under the kneecaps, and the kneecaps themselves track at a funny angle.) I'd gone for a brisk walk, and at the end, stepped up onto the porch while turning, and my vision nearly when white from the pain. Normally, a flare-up like that goes away pretty quickly, but this time it didn't, and I kept running up and down stairs to finish up laundry like a total dolt. By that evening, it hurt enough that I took to bed and stayed there through most of the weekend.

Advil and rest have helped immensely, but if things don't get noticeably better in the next day or two, I'll go see a doctor.


Aims - Oct 17, 2005 7:49:24 am PDT #8862 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Not sure.

Ask me tomorrow.


Anne W. - Oct 17, 2005 7:49:25 am PDT #8863 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Wanna hear wedding stories!

Edit: when you're rested, of course.


Ginger - Oct 17, 2005 7:51:09 am PDT #8864 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Did you survive the wedding?

Did the bride survive?