Any news/theories on why you're still in (stomach) pain?
Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.
Mal ,'The Message'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
Polgara - Mar 24, 2011 10:18:44 am PDT #83 of 30001
Karma is a cat, sleeping in my lap cuz it loves me. ~TS
§ ita § - Mar 24, 2011 10:26:43 am PDT #84 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Nope. But hopefully the drawn blood will tell some tales.
Doctor pointed out to me that one of the enzyme levels that was supposed to be 30-40 was over 300 for me. Apparently that's not good.
Lee - Mar 24, 2011 10:32:26 am PDT #85 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Apparently that's not good.
One would think not, no.
Jesse - Mar 24, 2011 10:34:32 am PDT #86 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh dear, ita.
le nubian - Mar 24, 2011 10:36:42 am PDT #87 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
hang in there, ita. we are worried about you.
-t - Mar 24, 2011 10:43:01 am PDT #88 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I hope you get answers and relief soon, ita.
quester - Mar 24, 2011 10:44:49 am PDT #89 of 30001
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Well, I hope it's a useful clue, ita!
I am mildly disappointed that this new thread is not named Natter: Hookers and Blow!
Lee - Mar 24, 2011 10:46:40 am PDT #90 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That would have been AWESOME
Sue - Mar 24, 2011 10:50:06 am PDT #91 of 30001
hip deep in pie
There will be other Natters.
I have the flu. Hit me like a tonne of bricks like night. Blah.
Lee - Mar 24, 2011 10:58:12 am PDT #92 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Poor Sue. I hope you feel better soon.
I'm bored. Why aren't more people playing Words with Friends with me?