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Well, today has been less worrying than yesterday, in the hearing-lots-of-loud-explosions stakes, so I haven't fled the apartment just yet. Have packed an In Case Of Emergency bag, though. Abandoning one's home seems like a big step to take; my friends who live on the street adjacent to mine have, because they were right in the middle of gunfights; my street remains fairly calm at present, so I'm playing it by ear. (And, I mean, I'm on the 18th floor, so I'm not worried about stray bullets, and the makeshift grenade launchers that were trying to take down the helicopters are several blocks away, and haven't been active today, afaik.)

I do have a place to flee to, on the other side of town, if things heat up further. Hopefully that won't be neccessary.

Fay, it sounds to me that you're ready for anything that might happen. Excellent.

Seska - I guess that it makes a difference to me. In speech, there are so many times on which the things I say are too far away than the way I actually want to deliver them. It can be frustrating. So pretty much whenever I'll start a sentence with "it's like...", it means that I didn't find the exact words to nail my thought down.

(((((Pix))))) I'm glad you have good people to take care of you this weekend. Feel better.

(((((Fay))))) I'm glad you have an evacuation plan just in case. Continued safety-ma to you.

{{{Fay}}} Good plan.

Pix, I hope you got some rest and you feel better. That school made a bad decision not hiring you; I'm sorry. FWIW, when I got Flexeril for the monstrous back spasms I was having, it did nothing whatsoever for me, so if the stuff doesn't work for you, tell the doctor to give you something else!

Fay, yikes! Take care of yourself, and if you feel maybe you ought to flee, don't talk yourself out of it, okay? just GO.

You're a support system in a corset, eyeglasses and high heels, with a dirty mind, a heart of gold and a dictionary on hand.

Also, I adore Shir's description of the collective us.

I cannot be bothered to do my French homework in that heat.

Where are the elves they promised me? Stupid universe.

{{{{Pix}}}} I'm sorry about the job and the stress and the pain and my not being able to give you a magical pain-relieving hug right now. Well, not right now, since I'm in a towel and you're probably asleep, but soon.

Why I hate helping my mom with the internet/computer issues:

Because something that was supposed to take 10-15 minutes now takes an hour and a half, requiring me to retype her resume and open for her (finally!) an email, because "no, mom, you need your own email. There's no reason why we should get and handle your emails for you".

I'm all up for helping her find new job instead of the current one that doesn't appreciate her and messes with her salary every time, I'm not up for the internet 1x01 lessons.

Hi all. Thanks again for all the words of sympathy and support. It took two Flexoril and two Tylenol w/codeine and the 600 mg of ibuprofen to make me feel good enough to fall asleep, but I slept through the night well. B stayed over and took care of the pets this morning so I could sleep in, bless her. I just got up a bit ago and am unfortunately in a lot of pain again, so I took the meds again (just one each for now) and am reluctantly staying in bed until friend C comes by in a couple of hours to help me wrangle cat Mia to the vet. She's going to pick up lunch at subway on the way.

In terms of metabolism and weird reactions to drugs, what freaked me out about the flexoril is that the few times I've used it it's hit me like a ton of bricks, so it was freaky to have it barely touch the spasm. Same with Tylenol w/c for the pain. I was hoping a good night's sleep would mean I'd wake up pain free, but that didn't happen. Maybe the drugs will work better this time.