I think if you're willing to explain it, it sounds adorable.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
So, we've had a bit of a day around here. Em woke up with a fever of over 102, sore throat, headache. I went to work, Joe stayed home with the Small Girl. Totally strep. Day went along fine. Had a couple of really fantastic lessons with my kids, got some planning done, and met the new principal that started today.
About three blocks from school, I coughed a little. Haven't been sick or anything - dry throat from the heat finally being on, right? A little phlegm. No big.
Not phlegm. Blood. Bright red. And then it happens a couple more times, once that wasn't controlled and the inside of my car looks like a grisly murder took place. So I call Joe to have him come get me, turn around, go back to school, and go into the office because I now have blood all over my hands, blouse, and face and I think I might need the ambulance. The new principal and secretary decide that New Principal is going to take me and the secretary calls Joe to meet us up there.
I am fine. Had a chest x-ray, blood work, and CT with contrast (that was horrible). I have some sort of granulomas - or some such thing - in my left lung. No PE, thank God. So I left with a script for some Levaquin and a follow-up appointment with a pulmonologist.
So then we get home, and Emeline's fever has shot up to 103.6. She's in bed, dosed with Motrin and her ABs. Joe is holding himself together and we have destroyed our remaining cigarettes. Because coughing up blood? Hell of a wake-up call.
I don't mind explaining, my coat is more Castiel than Four but I don't have black suit to be a gender swap Castiel and there's no way to find it second hand in my size.
I want to do something clever but it's hard to just pull together with my current wardrobe and there's not a huge selection for women's 2x second hand clothing for something else.
OMG, Aims! How awful!
Holy hell. Coughing up blood is one sure way to capture the attention. I hope you and Em both feel better quickly.
The new principal, however? Fantastic. Love her. I was feeling loopy and begged her to not hold today against me if ever I have the opportunity to interview with her for a job at my school. She assured me that she wouldn't and that she was impressed with how I was handling myself.
Aimee that is so scary!! I hope you and Em heal quickly.
Yikes! May pulmonary health arrive quickly to your household!
How scary, Aimee. Sending get well~ma towards you and Em.
Yikes, Aims! I'm glad it was nothing serious, but that must have been very scary. I hope Em is feeling better soon.
we have destroyed our remaining cigarettes. Because coughing up blood? Hell of a wake-up call.
At first I read this that you smoked them all tonight, but then I reread, and it made more sense.