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Improving. Slowly but surely. Two days ago, even with painkiller I couldn't actually inhale past a small gasp. It hurt to stand up and shuffle to the bathroom. Hell, it hurt to sleep any way but on my back, and pretty much elevated to a sitting position. Now I can almost... almost breathe normally. Stairs are still a bit of a bitch. But I'm getting better. Which is good, cause you know, I enjoy things like being able to breathe/cough/burp/hiccup/laugh. And sleep on my side for a change. It was sore going, but I managed it last night. Whee.

Am finding it a bit obscenely amusing that I'm wide awake right now on a Saturday. I'd have to be anyway, as once sundart and anzovin wake up its off to feed the CDH vampires. (Actually they're checking my INR... once someone calls me and says it's at 2.5ish I can stop the Luvenox shots, hooray. I can do them, but damn, it still freaks me out - I gave myself the shot yesterday and completely broke down crying afterwards.) But I'm awake now cause bluewindkitsune called me at ass o'clock to be cute because the night I got admitted I was sad because I was going to miss my Wednesday morning wake up call from him (he drives to the city ass-early on Wednesday mornings for work and calls me to keep him company - it's something I look forward to a lot each week) so he decided to make up for it today since he was awake and thought it would be fun to get a morning Warcrack run in. (wow, there's a run on sentence for you.) I'm 2 boxes from 58. Outland or bust tonight.

Speaking of adorable. morlock has taken to sitting with me at night with his computer because, understandably, this week I've been a little freaked about actually going to sleep. It's not like I actually think I won't wake up or nothing, but when you're tired and already overwhelmed my the fact that something that potentially fatal happened to you, you get a little paranoid about letting go of consciousness. So for the past couple of nights, he's brought in his laptop and will sit in my computer chair, holding my hand and talking to me until I actually conk out. Which is so fucking sweet it kills me. And sundart has been trekking along with me back and forth to the hospital and CVS and everywhere and listening to me whine about my shots and spoiling me a lot. They've been such troopers. I can only imagine how scary this week must have been for everyone who just had to stand by and watch me deal with this. Really, through all of this I'm just astounded anew by the people I'm lucky to have in my life, either in the flesh, via packets of ones and zeros, or over miles of air and copper wire at the speed of sound. I seriously could not have gotten through this week without all of them and all of you.

and now before this entry derails completely into sappy - breakfast.

blugggh.

I don't want to really think about the amount of times I've been needlepoked in the last week. :( I've got so many tiny little scabs in both elbows, a big one in my right hand where my IV was, four or five along the fat vein in my left hand because my veins keep being FAIL in my elbows, and I have a nicely growing collection of sore little bits along both sides of my belly button from the Lovenox.

I really hope they take me off of that soon. a) that drug is damned expensive, even with insurance. (to give you an idea, it's about $95 a pop out of pocket. I do loves my Blue Cross, yes I do.) b) even though I'm at the "ick, okay, injection, whatever *stabbity*" stage with it right now, it still kinda freaks me out that I have to stab myself in the belly with a needle and inject this liquid into me that burns like holy fuckall. There's just no getting used to that, ever.

In good news - still feeling better. Got to go to Whalens with morlock and sydneycat earlier because morlock was picking up a new desk chair for his computer table, as his old one finally gave up the ghost this year (he's had it since he was 12.) This wouldn't seem all that exciting except I have a huge office supply fetish stemming from the good old days where school supply shopping truly was the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Seriously, the ways to this girl's heart are fine point Pilot Precise pens, extra fat Sharpies, blank college ruled notebooks (composition, if you can find em), and satisfying a lust for cool 3 ring binders that goes back to the point of where the highlight of the otherwise awful school shopping trip was picking out the year's trapper keeper. :) sydneycat and I were having so much fun that morlock had time to take the chair home in the car before coming back to shake his head bemusedly at us and take us home.

I has a new pen. Perhaps I should write something with it tonight. Maybe one of you's'll get a letter next week. :D Now if only I could find a nice fountain pen... I've had this bottle of blue ink in my desk for a while, aching to be used...

meme from nounsandverbs

Can I just say I LOVE regional variants on language/childhood games/songs??


A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks

brook or stream

The thing you push around the grocery store

Shopping cart. The weirdoes in MA call it a carriage, which seems kinda wrong to me. The carriage is for the baby, the cart is for the gross fairies.

A metal container to carry a meal in

a lunchbox, though now I have an unholy craving for bento. Damn.

The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in

Frying pan or skillet

The piece of furniture that seats three people

Couch.

The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof

gutterbumberchute!!! (5 points for the reference)

The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening

Porch. Because "veranda monkey" just doesn't sound racist enough.

Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages

Soda. Not everything is a Coke, damn it.

A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup

See icon.

A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself

Sub!

The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach

Hopefully not a borat thong... (I'm guessing the word they want is "trunks")

Shoes worn for sports

Sneakers. I hear "trainers" a lot here.

A flying insect that glows in the dark

Firefly or lightning bug.

The little insect that curls up into a ball

I forget. I used to call them doodlebugs.

The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goesup while the other sits on the other side and goes down

Teeter-totter.

How you eat pizza

Correctly. Aka, folded lenthwise, eaten voraciously starting with the pointiest end of the slice, saving crust for last.

Where private citizens sell their household goods/stuff in their driveway/front yard

Yard sale.

The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are

Basement, but I have to make special mention of the fact that NY brownstones often have a basement or below ground floor level AND a cellar, and I've been in one that had a true basement (no windows above ground) and a cellar as well as that weird split ground level. I think the distinction was once explained to be that basement=finished. Cellar - unfinished.

The Cellar is also a nice, if expensive, place to get dishes. ;)

The thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places

It's a drinking fountain, but I have heard it referred to around here as a "bubbler."