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Oct. 4th, 2008 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpeppersince every time i feel like posting I'm tired out already. ;)
verbena76 and bluewindkitsune are bad bad bad bad men. I must get them into rooms together more often so I can laugh myself silly when it doesn't hurt and make me make noises that bring out the entire nurses station because they think the wheezing paroxysm I'm having loud enough to be heard outside is death, not hilarity.
Sister has arrived and is satisfied with my progress and prognosis. :)
Telling the rest of the family I'm FINE when I sound kinda like I've been breathing battery acid for a week? doesn't work so much. Pretty sure rest of family is even MORE worried now. Oh well. *throws up hands*
REAL PJS. I am no longer in Hospital standard issues. Nothing bur real cotton touching me. Do not underestimate how wonderful this.
One ONE more permatube to come out, and I can dispense with IV stuff for good.
OMG I GOT TO HAVE DINNER. Beef broth. Tea. Water. Clear liquids are so lovely right now. Of course the TV and the internets are all like "that's nice. Now lookit the rare steak. You WANT the rare steak. It's wrapped in bacon. It looks juicy don't it? You wants it... yes precious. It wants you too. steak.... steak...." Can't win. Gonna request a bit more tea out of spite in a minute.
Okay... just for my own posterity, someone remind me when I feel up to sitting up and typing for a while about the story idea I had last night about aliens and light and Wall-e and other strange morphine fueled hallucinigenic romps through subsconscious that I had at 2am last night. Somewhere there's a story idea in there and I don't want to lose it, because man, whatever was cooking in my head last night would have put that Pan's Labyrinth Hellboy guy to shame. Guillermo del Toro, yeah him. Clearly he hits up the morphine when he wants to envision something mad messed up. I'm onto him now.
Whoa... quiet for a bit... this is the first time I've been by myself since 10 this morning... TV's off, compy's going but what else is new, just me and the tappy tappy ping ping of typing. All the visitors are gone for the time being. It's... oddly zen.
Gonna sit with this for a bit. And maybe finish up the Graveyard book, which riveted most of my morning today. grinninfoole has this knack for finding books I devour and then want to call my squishy forever and ever. then again, Neil Gaiman is pretty much made of amazing.
Hmm. I haven't checked on my facebook lil green patch in a week. I should do that sometime. but not now...
Okay. enough of that. Kisses and love to all.
verbena76 and bluewindkitsune are bad bad bad bad men. I must get them into rooms together more often so I can laugh myself silly when it doesn't hurt and make me make noises that bring out the entire nurses station because they think the wheezing paroxysm I'm having loud enough to be heard outside is death, not hilarity.
Sister has arrived and is satisfied with my progress and prognosis. :)
Telling the rest of the family I'm FINE when I sound kinda like I've been breathing battery acid for a week? doesn't work so much. Pretty sure rest of family is even MORE worried now. Oh well. *throws up hands*
REAL PJS. I am no longer in Hospital standard issues. Nothing bur real cotton touching me. Do not underestimate how wonderful this.
One ONE more permatube to come out, and I can dispense with IV stuff for good.
OMG I GOT TO HAVE DINNER. Beef broth. Tea. Water. Clear liquids are so lovely right now. Of course the TV and the internets are all like "that's nice. Now lookit the rare steak. You WANT the rare steak. It's wrapped in bacon. It looks juicy don't it? You wants it... yes precious. It wants you too. steak.... steak...." Can't win. Gonna request a bit more tea out of spite in a minute.
Okay... just for my own posterity, someone remind me when I feel up to sitting up and typing for a while about the story idea I had last night about aliens and light and Wall-e and other strange morphine fueled hallucinigenic romps through subsconscious that I had at 2am last night. Somewhere there's a story idea in there and I don't want to lose it, because man, whatever was cooking in my head last night would have put that Pan's Labyrinth Hellboy guy to shame. Guillermo del Toro, yeah him. Clearly he hits up the morphine when he wants to envision something mad messed up. I'm onto him now.
Whoa... quiet for a bit... this is the first time I've been by myself since 10 this morning... TV's off, compy's going but what else is new, just me and the tappy tappy ping ping of typing. All the visitors are gone for the time being. It's... oddly zen.
Gonna sit with this for a bit. And maybe finish up the Graveyard book, which riveted most of my morning today. grinninfoole has this knack for finding books I devour and then want to call my squishy forever and ever. then again, Neil Gaiman is pretty much made of amazing.
Hmm. I haven't checked on my facebook lil green patch in a week. I should do that sometime. but not now...
Okay. enough of that. Kisses and love to all.
