I really do need something to eat, lik maybe a bagel. Something bready.

Keep trying to get up to go to bean.

Don't go to bean, Allyson! You're ill. Rest.

Me, I'm being admitted. Happy happy joy joy. I've got some last-minute remote gift shopping to do while my sister is getting me a care package from home.

I could bring you some Matzo Ball Soup, if you want.

ETA: That's applicable to either of you.

went to bean withoit combing my hair, i think i looked like a crazy person.

I got a plain bagel to eat.

kristen, worried i will make you sick...or that I'll break down and make you take me to the er

Dude, if you want to go to the ER, call me. We'll wrap you in blankets and put the top down to avoid contamination. ;-)

can you resond to some emails for cash for the crew? I know I'm a little but incoherent.

I am way too worried about these sick people in LA -- sending as much healthy ma~~~ as we can in that direction.

Feel better, ita. I hope the hospital gives you the meds you need, and I'm glad your sister is with you.

Exactly what KristinT said.

Thanks for the offer, Kristen.

I hope to be unconscious for much of my stay, rendering the issue moot. I have no idea what they intend to do to me this time, but I hope it's either dramatic or...

Nah, don't remember. The drugs they gave me might have been insufficient, but they certainly are altering.

I walk into all of this, all the time, with a paranoia about coming across like a drug-seeker. Which makes me diffident when I shouldn't be. My standard escort has an ability to be authoritative without raising his voice (he is his own big stick, and I don't mean porn). My sister's more likely to throw down, funnily enough.

Today's doctor moved straight to 4mg intra-muscular, which is a big old no for me, because I don't want less if it's not going to work. He thought I was very weird for refusing meds until my doc got back to him. But doc did, and ER doc complied, but still reluctantly. I didn't get a chance to get a second dose within an effective window.

Which is why I'm getting admitted. Shit bounced back up. He just came in and told me I was tough. There was a delay in my response because I thought he was describing me medically. Turns out he meant mentally. Which is nice, and should strengthen me against paranoia. Except it totally won't take.

Oy, Allyson and ita! We gotta health you two up.

EM's here helping us get ready for xmas. Presents are wrapped. Stew is on the stovetop. I'll be making salmon for JZ.

JZ and Matilda (in a fancy red velvet dress) are off at mass. Emmett got his bike early for xmas so we went on a ride earlier and my legs are killing me. It's been a while. But damn it felt good swooping around through GG Park. But it's a cruiser without gears, so when I'm going up a steep hill the only extra gear is My Quads Are Burning.

After dinner we'll trundle down to the gigantic decorated tree in Golden Gate Park. We'll have hot chocolate and cookies and we'll sing some carols under the tree.

Stockings are stuffed. Still have to clean off the table. Drinking champagne. Christmas is a'cuming in.

Nutty will be happy to hear that Emmett got a Paw Sox cap from his Aunt.