"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

[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*