"In the Light of the Virgin Morning..."

*is wicked, steals memes from kaliscoo*

MEME #1:
If you want me to make you an icon, comment here and I will make one based on one of your LJ interests. No, you don't get to pick which one. Artist's discretion!

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MEME #2:
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word, and I will write you one line of fic here.

*hums*

Second one especially. Snowy, darling, take your revenge. :D

"Grateful We Are for our Daily Bread..."

Postsecrets for the rest of my socks, because I'm silly and have some time on my hands, it seems.

( Five little pictures... )

( ...for Five little people )

"And I Know You're Afraid..."

Ehe.

Recall, mes amis, the 'dislocated arm'? Yes, well, about that. In my hypochondria, so I called it, but in actuality, this wretched pain...

...is due to the fact that I have a three-centimetre abscess under my arm where my lymph node is, and it's draining thick yellow pus. :D Because you really wanted to know that.

Luckily, of course, Mum is a WOCN, so I am now enduring epsom salts and other appropriate treatments, and a doctor's appointment pending.

I am such an idiot. *dies* I've had a soreness there for three months but never really noticed it until just now when it got so much worse.

In other news, I go back to work to-morrow. *wibbles* I hope everybody's all right!

"A Lonely Girl, Betrayed and Battered..."

...I MIGHT HAVE TO HAVE IT LANCED. OMG.

*falls about in a panic*

Ahhhhhhhhhh I hate my bizarre ailments.

;_; Lances!

I am to bathe it in epsom salts four times a day, and I've a nice bandage, and I'm not allowed to do anything that might irritate it, but--

augh.

Body, I hate you. Really I do. Also, neck still aching.

On the plus side, um. Well. I. I'll have a lot of time to read now that I can't do anything more than sit about nursing my wounds.