Simon: I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can... How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep? Mal: You don't know me, son. So let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.

'Serenity'


Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?  

[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.


Glamcookie - Aug 26, 2008 1:16:32 pm PDT #3278 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

{{{Kristin}}} Healing~ma sent your way.


Ginger - Aug 26, 2008 1:19:31 pm PDT #3279 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

If it is a cyst, I found that walking helped, for some reason. It is very painful, and I wish someone could send you drugs over the internets.


Strix - Aug 26, 2008 1:23:44 pm PDT #3280 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

It hurt HELLA bad the one time I had a kidney infection. Ugh. I'd say take some scrip painkiller if you have any, but that might mask something the docs need to see.

I've found that shrieking in pain sometimes helps move up wait time. The Stoics were, as a school, kinda full of shit.


Laga - Aug 26, 2008 1:26:54 pm PDT #3281 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

that wasn't as funny after I typed it out.


Beverly - Aug 26, 2008 1:40:07 pm PDT #3282 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Soon-ma for Kristin and a diagnosis. And treatment would be excellent, too.

Why is it always the car? Every one of those milestone conversations: "Where do babies come from? What makes girls different? Why is there hair?," etc., was held in the car. It's been postulated that the kid has the driver hostage, she can't run away, there's nothing to deflect or distract with, plus the whole impossibility of eye contact. Still. I'd envisioned those rosy, sensitive, carefully-planned conversations taking place in the porch swing, or at the kitchen table. Nope. Always the car.


Laura - Aug 26, 2008 1:40:11 pm PDT #3283 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Oh dear, Kristin. Quick pain relief ~ma. Lots of it.


Glamcookie - Aug 26, 2008 1:43:39 pm PDT #3284 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

I bet it's the car because you don't have to make eye contact. It might be easier to ask the hard stuff that way.


Toddson - Aug 26, 2008 1:53:36 pm PDT #3285 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Barb, probably because not only are you a captive audience, with no eye contact, but it's fairly private - no friends, siblings, etc., to hear the question. Also, with no TV, etc., there's nothing to distract them from such burning (metaphorically, not literally ... with any luck) questions.

Kristin, do get to urgent care ASAP - pain is nature's way of telling you there's something wrong.

And I'm loving hearing about Casper's fleas ... and the confusion with flea's Casper.

The link to Eben Brooks' LOLcat filk led me to this. For the internets are great.


Atropa - Aug 26, 2008 1:53:39 pm PDT #3286 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Kristin, I hope you get some relief VERY VERY SOON.

My theory is that those conversations happen in the car because not only is there no chance of eye contact, there is no chance the parent will be able to hand you a Helpful, Yet Mortifying, Book.


Glamcookie - Aug 26, 2008 2:12:30 pm PDT #3287 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Ugh, I think our cafeteria poisoned me again. I never eat down there because a.) the food sucks and b.) I've gotten food poisoning there once. Today I grabbed a small pudding cup and now am ill. I know that's it because I've eaten nothing else that could cause it.