Tomorrow I'm headed out to Gresham whether my mom likes it or not, then to the AFS offices, the DMV, the clinic, Walgreens, the E.R. possibly, and gods know what else.

Sorry for my lack-of-updates lately, folks... I'm kinda stressed out for a Whole New Reason: LACK OF BREATH. Yeah, hi, I'm apparently developing athsma now, and hey, I ended up in the E.R. AGAIN, this time for an allergic reaction to gods-know-what ('cause we and the doctors couldn't figure it out) that has ended up with me on a five-day course of steroids, and a lot of other medications that I currently can't get.

LONG story there too, yes. Ask later.

Ask a lot of things later.

Dammit.

To do:

Have a good hour+ long conversation with Caleb, Kadin, Torian, Rhett, Daris, and Jools, in that order. Said conversation can be potentially spaced out through several emails, but... CONVERSATION.

Also, double-check on OHP finanaces, on food stamps, on Caleb's insurance, on my folks' insurance, and a few other things. When and where did I ever say being a whore was wrong? Never, thank you. Just thought I'd throw that in.

I'm looking for some free hostsites for my graphics, since flyinparty is Officially Down For The Count... fortunately, I got at least a few of the important pieces backed up here and there, and I don't think I lost any graphics... I hope... yeah.

Anyway.

Things to do.

LOTS of things to do.

And me, having played stay-pufft marshmallow girl with bright fucking fire engine red skin and a throat that would not allow me to breathe and lungs filled with fluid... me? I'm going to panic.

Again.

'Cause I'm good at it.

But, courtesy of a tarot reading and a few pieces of good advice, this is NOT blind panic. This is 'pick something to do, and DO IT' panic. Should be a tad more productive... if not, it should at least be a tad more soothing. My poor nerves.

I'm just hoping that I will be ABLE to make the 18th appointment.

Again with the don't ask. I'm not sure m'self what is going on yet.

I'll know soon, and I will update when I can, and for now, ow, but some of the antihistamines and painkillers are kicking in so I'm going to go just be in agony for a while.

Oh, hey, and guess what? I've got another kidney stone. Urine full of blood. Excruciating side, bladder, etc, pain. Oh joy.

WHY was it I decided against suicide back when I had the Honkin' Huge Hydrocodone Doses?

*shivers, shaking her head*

Beat me. Whip me. Hurt me. At least it'll distract me.

Right now - and Kadin and Torian, this goes out most particularly to you two - right now, I need a distraction. I need my boys dancing attendance. I need stories. Words. Anything that brings you into my thoughts and reminds me why I treasure you both so much.