I wish you could help, Burrell. Everything hurts and I hate everything. No one can help. Time. Push the cookies to msbelle.
'Touched'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So I have a new med to take for my throat. It's a paste which has to be applied to the very top of my throat/back of my mouth. Suffice it to say getting it there is not pleasant. And yet, it surprisingly works. I'm oddly pleased. That + vicodin + cough suppressant = a good night's sleep, right? Please?
Ow. What's wrong with your throat? I hope it all works for you.
I'm going to try and delay sleep tonight because my procedure is at 1:30pm and I can't eat after 12am. Not that I'm remotely hungry now, but I don't want to risk the morning.
Vicodin and cough meds alone would put me out for a good few hours, Kat. I'm sorry your throat is so sore.
Oh ita, that doesn't sound fun at all. I can handle the not eating, it's the not drinking that gets to me. What is the procedure, if I may ask?
What's wrong with your throat?
Viral infection. The ulcers/sores are a special treat.
What is the procedure, if I may ask?
They're going to be injecting/killing something between my C1/C2 vertebrae. My discs are bulging all the way down to my shoulders. I don't know if I can conscientiously ever return to the martial arts, as if I didn't have enough reasons to want to cry today.
I get to drink enough to take my pills, but she said sip. I don't think she gets how much pillage is in my morning. I'd just rather not be awake for most of it.
The ulcers/sores are a special treat.
Ow! I hope you get knocked out.
Oh ick, Kat! That sounds incredibly painful.
I'm currently watching a guy I knew on Travel Channel do Muay Thai, and damn, do I ever miss krav. For Kat knocked out is good, for him, NSM.
At least my instincts seem to still be reasonable--the faults I find with Dhani's form are corrected in the gold medal winner that they show.
I still miss it, though.
Yeah, I bet. It's depressing me just to think about it for you, frankly, and it must be about a hundred times harder to be facing it. Mom went on a crying jag last night, because she's in kind of the same boat -- at least you're trying to fix it. I can't get her to take Pepto Bismol when she's nauseous, or Tylenol for the considerable pain she's in. I can't even get her to explain why she won't take them.