I'm currently lying down in an undisclosed bed in an undisclosed location. Sometime last night, my belly began to hurt. I reported for duty yesterday morning, and got worse as the day went on. Lunch didn't help, I tried stay hydrated and defend my precious bodily fluids, and eventually walk into town to get the little blue pills prescribed when I was in the hospital. Took a pill, and tried to feel better. Continued to feel more and more pain, contacted a the secret rulers, and arranged laying low where I am now. Spent the evening with pain, but not the crampy sharp pains I was used to... these were tender aching pains. Maybe the pills helped. If it had gotten worse, I might have gone to the hospital again. But what would they have done? Another round of lying in a bed paying tons of money to have tests done on me over and over while they do nothing for the pain until it goes away with time? Fuck that.
I feel much better now, though it still hurts if I twist or bend in the wrong way. I called
blackbytes and tried to arrange coming in to work at one, but she threatened to kick my white ass if I tried. I'd sneak in anyway, like I always do, but people are getting better and better at ratting me out. I just don't want to leave
caniswolfie alone. If only I had gotten the 650 to the point where I could finish up most of the config through remote desktop. Now that would be fun, calling
acadtechers to put in a Barton Fink and take it out at the appropriate times. Reminds me,
runstaverun still needs to update it. And all of you should join my army.
So I'm lying around like a gimp, Beaconing and Phoruming away, drinking fluids and monitoring my temperature. Maybe someone rubbed a bunch of people from South Orange against my blankets. *cough* All I need is Nyquil and Sprite, I have the soup.
( I took this test, but wasn't going to post the results, but everyone is, so I reconsidered... )
Tonight is Game Night, with possible guest
aaronkliger.
I feel much better now, though it still hurts if I twist or bend in the wrong way. I called
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So I'm lying around like a gimp, Beaconing and Phoruming away, drinking fluids and monitoring my temperature. Maybe someone rubbed a bunch of people from South Orange against my blankets. *cough* All I need is Nyquil and Sprite, I have the soup.
( I took this test, but wasn't going to post the results, but everyone is, so I reconsidered... )
Tonight is Game Night, with possible guest
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