The chair tipped, but the belt held me in. So I have a huge chafe mark around my waist from that, but I did not go down. Which is good, but it would have been better not to be held to my chair by my shoulders and upper back for, like, six hours. But I didn't know that was what happened and kept trying to move the chair.Which was upended, so the wheels did not make contact, obviously. When it tipped, I thought something broke. Besides my spirits. But, two days out, I don't hurt as much as I expected and that morning I was being a bitch(although I didn't need such a LONG and agonizing lesson about it, I had a *little something* coming. Just not that much. Damn.) A few years ago, I developed a sulfa allergy too.Which is too bad as they used to work really well on me, and, hives, OMG!

The thing with my eyes this summer might be sulfa allergy, said the doc who prescribed the second round of stuff I reacted to.

And erika, I'm glad you weren't hurt worse. It sucks you were stuck for so long, though.

dag! erika! glad you are okay.

erika - omg. Glad you're okay. Let's stay safe in our houses.

Gah. I'm glad to hear things weren't worse, erika. That's super, super scary.

Yikes, Erika. Glad the aftereffects are not too horrible. Not to be crass, but this incident sounds like something you might be able to use for a future story or book.

Lots of ~ma and warm thoughts for Matt and his family.

Yikes, erika! Really glad you're safe, and sorry you had to go through that.

I went and explored Victorian Christmas. I listened to someone playing an antique piano, and I wandered a craft fair (which was all junk), and I talked to some Civil War reenactors who seemed to be reenacting a time when the soldiers camped out and cooked over an open fire, and I said hi to the Ghost of Christmas Present (I think -- whichever one is the one with the green cape with the fur) and someone who I think was Mrs. Fezziwig, but might have been Mrs. Cratchet.

and a pub crawl to attend!!

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