'Never Leave Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hey, can I ask: what *sort* of pain was it?
That was completely hypothetical. To, ummm, help Joe. Yeah. But my hypothetical daughter is off to school, so I can't ask her any specifics on this hypothetical situation. But if I were to make a up a memory, I'd say it was not constant, but more with certain movements or pressures. And it was a bone in her hand, not the actual wrist. I mean, it would have been had this been an actual thing.
Don't worry, Joe. I just got played for a sucker. I mean an actual sucker.
Dum Dum.
The sucker, not me.
But if I were to make a up a memory, I'd say it was not constant, but more with certain movements or pressures.
Hmmm. I hate it when I have symptoms consistent with a hypothetical someone-else's-injury.
Dang!
The pain, when I press lightly, starts right under my thumb, on the side of my hand, not the meaty part where the thumb becomes the palm, and then continues for about an inch along my wrist/lower arm.
I'm thinking alien implant.
Raq, I'm so sorry for your loss. Thinking of you and your family today.
I'm thinking alien implant.
Might as well have something cool if you are going to be a mutant.
Your pain location is different, hers was more in the meaty part of her hand. You have seen her scar, right? I mean, hypothetical scar.
You have seen her scar, right? I mean, hypothetical scar.
I'm not sure I have -- is it cool? I mean, hypothetically cool?
Kinda looks like a question mark down the palm of her hand. Before my hard drive crash, I actually had pictures of the surgery.
Sorry to have not met you, Legion, but I hear you were remarkable. Raq, hugs your way.
{{{Raq}}} I am so sorry for your loss, sweetheart. I wish Legion shadows to pounce on and ducks to talk to in the kitty hereafter. He was lucky in his humans during this life.
It's in our lease at the old place that we have to have Stanley Steamer clean our carpets at our own expense, so it looks like I will be waiting at my old apartment from 12-4 on Friday for them to show up. Thank goodness for smart phones and books, because otherwise the place will be empty.