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

[psalm_onethirtyone]

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!

Comments

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

It so is not. *clings with one arm*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*sniffles and snuggles and tucks you in under a big warm quilt and makes you a bowl of soup -- which may have nothing to do with abscesses, but how are you going to say no to a big warm quilt and soup?*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*absolutely never would, absolutely never. adores frantically*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*adores back even more frantically, and tells you a bedtime story*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*curls up quite close and listens with awed, loving, slightly fever-glazed eyes*

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

I THOUGHT YOU SAID THERE WAS NO FEVER!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I WAS JUST PLAYING FOR SYMPATHY. I SWEAR. THERE'S NO FEVER!

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

...

Well. Good.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Sowwy. *hides*

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

No! Don't be sorry. *follows* I'm glad there's no fever.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*tells you the bedtime story, too XP*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Okay. *clings*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*loves you with a love that is more than love* *and the story goes: "once upon a time there was a princess named hamlette, who was the glass of fashion and the mold of form, and whose knight in shining armor was not so much a knight as a modestly-dressed and soft-spoken scholar ..."* XD XD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*adores you just too much to make good proper words for it*

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

...

I die, Horatio, Kylee! Tell me more.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*"like all kingdoms worth talking about, hamlette's was under a curse -- perhaps the curse was made by her evil stepfather, or perhaps the princess was merely paranoid. but under this curse, when the wind blew north northwest, hamlette could not tell a hawk from a handsaw ... she also heard things from dead people. which isn't exactly normal, but this is a fairy tale, remember."*

*-- actually, has no idea what she's talking about, just know she wants it to end with the brave sir horatio saving the day with good old-fashioned diplomacy and princess hamlette sekritly being prince hamlet and everyone gets tea --*

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

*listens, attentive, eyes wide and hands clasped in her lap*

*likes this story quite a bit, and totally wants the princess to be a prince-- and she's cursed, after all, so we all know how curses are lifted, oh Sir Horatio (kisses, that's is, not tea)-- and wants to hear more right now*