Because 'Anyway' Is Still Annoying, Therefor There Is Fish
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The current pain (which is bad enough now that four vicodin at a shot aren't touching it) is located high along my left side, in the general vicinity of my kidney, and towards the back. It's intense, stabbing pain that comes and goes, although it's mostly coming right now. It is intensified when I move wrong, as well as when I lay down. It is accompanied by a driving ache that feels almost like a constant muscle contraction that goes from my left side about midway up down past my tummy and heads toward my pelvis, left center. Just so you know.

Because of this I am considering a trip to the ER - I will only do so if the pain doesn't get better within two hours and if I can find a ride (as well as possible company), since if it is just a large stone it may still pass or at least shift enough that I know it ~can~ pass. If it's too large it may have to be blasted out, which is why I'm kind of keeping an eye on it... the small ones don't usually hurt this much.

There are currently four, yes FOUR, small children in the house. As I'm sure you can imagine, this is not my idea of fun and pleasant, so I've only left the bedroom briefly. This too is rather odd, since last night Becca cleaned it something fierce, and so it's... well, let's just say I'm not used to seeing this much floor. It unnerves me. It's still preferable to the Horde of Smalls out in the main house, though.

Furcadia. I just got an email from Furc Support saying one of my characters is about to expire... I feel like I should care, or at least like I should care more than I do. So much of my life was affected, even changed, by the time I spent Furc'ing... I met Kadin there, and Torian (who will simply have to deal with being referred to as such), and Alex, and Nreshan... Daris, Seit, Talia, John... so many names, all from one simple online RPG.

*stares out her window to the west, her eyes half-closed, voice suddenly quiet*

So many words, so much to say that is at least holding up the appearance of normalicy... but then there is this:

Selia, Angel, if for no one else, hold on for me. *wry grin* I want to know that the next set of scars you wear, I put there... that you're still alive, still fighting, that I will still have a chance to see you again... I want to know you're there.

*stretches, then winces as her side politely informs her that stretching is now a Very Bad Plan*

Dammit. If Becca ends up showing up in the next few hours I might see if she'll play transport and stay with me... if not, ehh, but dammit, this HURTS.

Oh, hey, and congratulations? *amused* I take it my 'yet' was unknowingly accurate...? *hopeful, sends you hugs*

Fish, I'm going to head off and try to find a comfortable position to sit in. Wish me luck...

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