"You Should be Ashamed, Jane..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Iller to-day--cannot eat anything without feeling sick.

Mum thinks I should eat chicken soup and toast. I think I am not allowed starches and carbohydrates. Mum thinks that ill overrides diet. I think that it does not either.

In any event, I miss the blessing of the animals because I must stay home... but she said she'd bring me back a pinwheel! ^___^ A red and silver pinwheel. So I'm smiling.

But I can't get warm.

Comments

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

Ill does so override diet, dear. *pokes*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Does not. *clings* Are you better?

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

*coughs* After sleeping tweleve hours straight, yes. *snuggles* And it does. Because you won't get better if you don't eat to have the energy to get better, and that means whatever you can keep down. *pokes more*

[mhari.livejournal.com]

I think you should listen to your Mum, mam'selle. *prods*

*snuggles you* Feel better!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I diiiid. I had chicken soup, although it tasted revolting so there. *is prodded!*

*snuggles against* Trying.

[mhari.livejournal.com]

*petpets*

[theatre-angel.livejournal.com]

Oh, feel better, love. *snuggles* Dress in the warmest clothes you can, wrap yourself in blankets, and even make yourself some hot chocolate, if you are that cold. And then listen to music, because music cures all ills. :-)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, we are trying, we are trying. In a sweater, in a flannel blanket, with music--but no hot chocolate, hot chocolate is off the diet, too. :P

[cachecache.livejournal.com]

Drink some tea with honey and crushed ginger. It doesn't taste very good, but it'll warm you right up, I swear.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Really? I don't know if I'm allowed honey, but I could drink tea with ginger.

[bewareofitalics]

If ill overrides Yom Kippur, then it definitely overrides diet. Eat and be healthy, you. And go cuddle up in blankets. *hugs*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*flails* Blankets, yes. Eat, oh very well. Healthy? :D Perish the thought.

<3 I love you.

[bewareofitalics]

I order you to be healthy!

Love you toooo.

[nowgoesquickly.livejournal.com]

Ill most certainly does override diet! Get yourself a blanket and have some soup.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Did both. But it was dietary chicken soup. I didn't even ask Da', but he bought it that way anyway. :D Oh, the irony.

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

I agree with your mother. She's a very smart woman. And a nurse.

*would kill for chicken soup, pout* Pinwheel!

(Hamlet got another postcard today! ...Yesterday. That was yesterday. I just got out of bed; haven't checked the post today.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*flails* Oh, sure, play the health care professional card!

*pets* Mine wasn't very good. I wish good chicken soup on us both. --Ay! Pinweel! <3333 Actually, a bouquet of pinwheels. I wanted a vase for them, really.

(Ee! N.'s? ^__^)

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm sorry, but sometimes it's time for the big guns.

Awww. *hugs and pets* It's times like these I wish I had a kitchen, actually. Bads chicken soup is better than none. -- Pinwheels! Ooh, that sounds so pretty. You should get a vase, I think.

(Yesss! And sane!Hamlet may reply to him as well, if that is all right? He was far too amused at the line about not being married.)

[illgotten.livejournal.com]

Young woman, there's nothing wrong with an invalid diet. Now get well before I have to break out in gothic iambs.

*tosses glitter -- Imeanwhat?*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*blushes and smiles* I don't think I'm well yet...! Gothic iambs, did you say?

*twirls!*

[illgotten.livejournal.com]

Emo poetry. Only out-of-date. DON'T MAKE ME GO THERE.

[karla-yonit.livejournal.com]

*pets*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*looks pathetic*

[thanitohercules.livejournal.com]

*has been sent to offer get-well flowers and a dance*

*bows* My lady. *sekrit bewilderedoly apologetic look to Horatio, who is probably busy being pounced by Hamlet's typist, oops*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*gasps and watch her hands fly to her lips in astonishment and delight* Sir Prince! *attempts to straighten skirts and look less illish*

Horatio: *manages to cast a look back, but rather likes being pounced by Hamlet's typist, sooooo*