Seriously done. For.But if she has some horseradish lying about...
I am hungry. But probably not cannibal hungry.
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Seriously done. For.But if she has some horseradish lying about...
I am hungry. But probably not cannibal hungry.
Horseradish does make a lot of things better.
I own a digital thermometer, and I took it to the ER with me when I had to go there for the Mystery Fever That Could Have Been a Problem But Turns Out, It Wasn't so that I could calibrate it. I think they were amused. But, anyway, it was right on par with the hospital's thermometer.
Why did I do this? Because I was raised on the old-fashoined mercury filled thermometer, baby, and I can trust what I can see - the mercury rising. These newfangled digital doohickes? I don't trust 'em.
Sweetheart, I love you but -- if you're old enough to live on your own, you should have a thermometer.
Heh. I know, I know. I had one. We had to use it on the cat a couple of months ago though and I haven't picked up a replacement. I'll do that when I visit the pharmacy tomorrow. Right after my doctor appt. Promise!
All that said - doctor - FIRST thing tomorrow. You must be 1000% healthy by the time I get out there.
I'll call the minute they're open tomorrow morning. Honest engine. (I have no idea what that means.) But the owies should definitely be gone by the time you get here.
Yes. When you reach an internal temperature of 135 degrees, you are done.
Bwah! Good to know.
Kristin, good luck with tackling the apartment stink!
I can't read mercury thermometers for anything, so I keep a digital one around. It's better than nothing. You better keep that promise to get a new one, Nicole, and to get into the doctor tomorrow, or you're going to have a lot of Buffistas shaking their fingers sternly at you.
Honest engine. (I have no idea what that means.)
I could be wrong, but isn't the saying actually the completely non-PC "honest Injun"?
I could be wrong, but isn't the saying actually the completely non-PC "honest Injun"?Yes.
Nicole, you can take Tylenol, or Motrin, or something to help take the edge off, too. I wish you were local, I'd drive over and drag you (gently) to a doctor, tonight.
Eeek! Blame the pain! Blame the PAIN!
Sorry for the non-PC usage!
You better keep that promise to get a new one, Nicole, and to get into the doctor tomorrow, or you're going to have a lot of Buffistas shaking their fingers sternly at you.
I'm at the point now that if I could find an urgent care clinic that didn't close at 4pm today, I'd actually go. So - no worries about me not heading to see the doc first thing tomorrow morning. I'm getting ready to email my supervisor right now and then maybe try to pass out for a bit. If I can. I kinda think the urge to pee might hurt my plans for blissful and painless sleep.
Hey, you didn't know. No worries.
So sorry about the pain. I hope you get through the night with minimal amounts of it, sweetie.
What about an emergency ward? I just realized I have no memory of where you live, but really, I think a kidney infection qualifies.
Nicole, any chance its just your bladder and the hurty back is something else? Symptoms DO love to confuse one when one feels shitty and forgets that one installed an airconditioner and could have pulled something.
I HAVE A THERMOMETER!
(now ask me if I know where it is)
Nicole, maybe get the thermometer NOW? I know I'm spoiled in NYC, but I'd think that errand would really be worth running since if you don't have a fever its a very different game than if you do.
JenP - eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek like we don't get enough of THAT.
if you're old enough to live on your own, you should have a thermometer. (That goes for all of you reading this.)
WoooHooo! I win! Or something. (I probably should mention that the only reason I have a thermometer is that the last time I was in the hospital, they sent it home with me. Emily and I kept meaning to buy one, but…um…just always forgot when we were at CVS.)
Nicole, I’m gonna go against the grain and say you should be ok till morning. But, definitely be seen then.
It appears that the piece of glass has moved its way out of my boob…just in case you were all wondering. It’s no longer red, and it’s not irritated, so I think we’re all good.
Em’s party was fun. Now I’m exhausted. I think I’ll sleep.