Argh. I want to make an appointment with the student health center for tomorrow, and their online scheduling thing is giving an error message. Might need to actually call to make the appointment. Feh.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
(((Sean)))
The only thing that stopped a brain biopsy was the neurosurgeon pointing out that it was unlikely a biopsy would show anything that would cause them to change the course of treatment she was already on, and came with a very high risk of catastrophic complications, including brain hemorrhage and death.
Can we have a little GO TEAM NEUROSURGEON at this point, people! Because I for one would like to buy them a beverage of their choice and a lapdance.
Also, what Connie said - it really did sound like House to me, and I was rather embarrassed of having that thought, so I'm glad I wasn't alone.
Sean, I cannot begin to imagine how hellish this has been for the pair of you. And like Omnis, I've been thinking about you, and hoping that S's condition was improving. Glad to see your pixels again, mate.
Sean, so glad to know how S is doing. But how are you holding up?
Crap. Got dizzy and fingers and feet tingly. Called the nurse hotline from my insurance, and they said to go to the ER. So, off to the ER. Taking a cab, I guess. Scared.
Hang in there, Hil. ER ~ma for you.
Hil, I hope all is good. I've been worrying about you recently.
ye gads Hil! I-hope-it's-nothing~ma.
Crap, Hil. Much ma.
I think I may be obsessed. It's three ring wrestlemania in puppy land.