Ah, shit, Sean. Fuckity. I'm vibing fever-breakage southward, but since I'm battling my own Matilda-induced throat gunk and general crappitude I'm not sure how effective my ~ma is at the moment. I am gonna pull together a small care package, though -- does S have any particular trashy magazines/novel genres/sudoku/crosswords/acrostics/knitty stuff/other mindless distractors she'd particularly like?
And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
JZ - Mar 07, 2007 8:00:43 am PST #9284 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
JZ - Mar 07, 2007 8:04:42 am PST #9285 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Also -- damn, I can't believe how much I'm missing Matilda. Yesterday she fried me to little crispy bits with her sad red-eyed droopy sickness (though not sick enough to just lie around droopily -- she was sick but clingy and incessantly squirming and fidgeting; I was able to set her down for exactly one nap in the late afternoon, and the entire rest of the day and most of the night she was in my arms) and I couldn't wait for today to come so I could have a bit of breathing room.
And now that I'm at my desk at work like a grown-up, my arms are hungry and my lips keep reaching for the top of her head and her hands and the crook of her neck, and she's not there.
Parenthood=Craxyland.
tommyrot - Mar 07, 2007 8:04:56 am PST #9286 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
But ninjas flip out like mammals.
Unless they are turtles.
Steph L. - Mar 07, 2007 8:06:45 am PST #9287 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
But ninjas flip out like mammals.
Unless they are turtles.
Ninjas ARE mammals. Don't take my word for it: Real Ultimate POWER.
Pix - Mar 07, 2007 8:06:47 am PST #9288 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Oh Sean, I'm so sorry. As brutal as it feels, you may want to put her in a cold bath to force her body temp down. I'm at work today, but let me know if there's anything Drew or I can do for you guys later.
sj - Mar 07, 2007 8:07:30 am PST #9289 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Sean & S}}} Tons of fever~ma. I really hope she doesn't have to be admitted again.
{{{JZ}}}
I'm back from my appointment and stuffed full of bad for me fast food goodness. I really should stop doing that, but it seems to be a requirement for Wednesdays.
Cashmere - Mar 07, 2007 8:08:03 am PST #9290 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
ION, I have a painful, red, bumpy under-the-bra strap-rash. AIFS.
Cashmere - Mar 07, 2007 8:08:21 am PST #9291 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
oops. Didn't need to be said twice.
Jessica - Mar 07, 2007 8:08:56 am PST #9292 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
Sean, have you tried putting a set of sheets in the freezer for an hour or two? Might be more comfortable than a cold bath.
Topic!Cindy - Mar 07, 2007 8:09:18 am PST #9293 of 10001
What is even happening?
I've put in a call both to her primary doctor and my mother the nurse.Good. I know she doesn't want to go back to the hospital, and hopefully it won't come to that, but that's a high fever for an adult, and if it's not be responsive to those things you can do for her -- well I don't know what my point was other than that I'm glad you've called her doctor and your mom.
How is your mom, by the way?
And now that I'm at my desk at work like a grown-up, my arms are hungry and my lips keep reaching for the top of her head and her hands and the crook of her neck, and she's not there.
One of my Nana's favorite aphorisms about parenthood was: In your arms, your arms ache. Out of your arms, your heart aches.