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I think I might have food poisoning.
Dec. 15th, 2006 03:11 pmSo I woke up at 4am this morning with stomach pains and couldn't get back to sleep. At 6am my cat, Sampson, came yowling at the back door wanting to be let in. I get up to let him in, manage to call his name a few times before hurrying back into the house and for the toilet so I can empty the contents of my stomach.
Mum pokes her head down the hallway and asks if I'm okay. I explain my predicament, how I'd been dozing since 4am and was now vomiting everywhere and feeling generally shit. She tells me to go back to bed and cancel any clients I have today (whoot a whole one person misses out on training today). She leaves for work, I put on a DVD. Dad comes in before he leaves.
"Need anything?"
"Tissues. An ice cream bucket in case I feel sick again. The phone...and for you to lock the door because I think if I stand up i'm going to vomit again."
Later I get a call from him.
"Is your neck sore? Do you have a headache? Do you have a rash/spots on you?"
"Uh...no?"
"Oh. If you get any of those symptons let me know, ring me okay?"
"Dad, what the hell do you think I have?"
"I'm thinking Meningitis. Don't be scared or worried or anything though."
O.o;
Sure dad. I'll get right on that.
My aunt rings, she's been talking to my mum and she offers to bring me lemonade later after she's finished helping my cousin get her unregistered-for-six-months-but-still-has-been-driving-around-in-it-car. She rings a little later to let me know that my Pop's bringing the lemonade instead. I feel highly loved by all. He also comes past and drops off a load of chicken (yes the meat). By this time I can walk without feeling the need to vomit and feel much better. I come online and here I am.
My stomach still hurts but at least I don't feel so bloody SICK anymore. I hate throwing up. Eurgh.
So how was all of yours days?
Mum pokes her head down the hallway and asks if I'm okay. I explain my predicament, how I'd been dozing since 4am and was now vomiting everywhere and feeling generally shit. She tells me to go back to bed and cancel any clients I have today (whoot a whole one person misses out on training today). She leaves for work, I put on a DVD. Dad comes in before he leaves.
"Need anything?"
"Tissues. An ice cream bucket in case I feel sick again. The phone...and for you to lock the door because I think if I stand up i'm going to vomit again."
Later I get a call from him.
"Is your neck sore? Do you have a headache? Do you have a rash/spots on you?"
"Uh...no?"
"Oh. If you get any of those symptons let me know, ring me okay?"
"Dad, what the hell do you think I have?"
"I'm thinking Meningitis. Don't be scared or worried or anything though."
O.o;
Sure dad. I'll get right on that.
My aunt rings, she's been talking to my mum and she offers to bring me lemonade later after she's finished helping my cousin get her unregistered-for-six-months-but-still-has-been-driving-around-in-it-car. She rings a little later to let me know that my Pop's bringing the lemonade instead. I feel highly loved by all. He also comes past and drops off a load of chicken (yes the meat). By this time I can walk without feeling the need to vomit and feel much better. I come online and here I am.
My stomach still hurts but at least I don't feel so bloody SICK anymore. I hate throwing up. Eurgh.
So how was all of yours days?
If there is one or more people on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.
I’M back! At least for now. This week couldn’t really get much better for me guys, seriously:
a) I got back all my files from my laptop – thanks to a friend of my Nan’s. I’m going to bake him many cakes and write him a long and grovelling letter of thanks because OMG I am so relieved I got all my files back.
b) The dudes at Portacom/NEC were being jackholes and not helpful so my dad complained enough that they’re upgrading us with a brand spankin’ new laptop that has like, forty gigs more than my old one! asdfjk;l squee!
c) I FUCKING PASSED MY DANCING EXAMS. That’s right, I did Sub Elementary ballet AND my Student Teaching Diploma for Theatrical dance and I fucking passed BOTH OF THEM. I am so severely happy right now. I burst into tears and nearly strangled my dance teacher when she told me – which is bad cause she’s like, in her 70’s.
And to top it all off – I finished some fic I’d been working on! Therefore, as a celebration of all of the above, I offer you not one but TWO Lost fanfictions! Including…dun dun dun…SMUT.
Title: Remember When It Rained
Genre: smut! – But it’s fairly gentle. See also; Plot? What plot?
Rating: NC-17/Soft R for sex and swearing
Spoilers: Season two
Summary: It was raining the first time they made love. Set mid season three-ish, my interpretation of how Charlie and Claire finally get together. Can be read as a sequel to my fic “Internet Dating” but can also be read alone.
Disclaimer: the inspiration is from Lost and all the peoples who insisted I write C/C smut at some point AND Josh Groban who wrote the song whose title I stole for the title of the fic.
Authors Note: For those of you who asked for smut? Here tis! I tried to stay away from as many of the smut cliché’s as I could but if this is completely horrible, do please tell me as its my first real smut fic (that I’ve posted anyways) and I’d love feedback.
~*~
( It was raining the first time they made love... )
And for those of you who don't want to read smut for whichever or whatever reason...I have angst!
Title: Fallen Star
Spoilers: season two
Rating: PG for angst and stuff
Summary: a short trilogy from three different POV’s, all linked by the song “Catch A Falling Star” by Perry Como.
Disclaimer: I’m playing in somebody else’s sandbox here – please don’t sue me for it.
~*~
( a mother, a mother and a father – all with a story to tell )
I’M back! At least for now. This week couldn’t really get much better for me guys, seriously:
a) I got back all my files from my laptop – thanks to a friend of my Nan’s. I’m going to bake him many cakes and write him a long and grovelling letter of thanks because OMG I am so relieved I got all my files back.
b) The dudes at Portacom/NEC were being jackholes and not helpful so my dad complained enough that they’re upgrading us with a brand spankin’ new laptop that has like, forty gigs more than my old one! asdfjk;l squee!
c) I FUCKING PASSED MY DANCING EXAMS. That’s right, I did Sub Elementary ballet AND my Student Teaching Diploma for Theatrical dance and I fucking passed BOTH OF THEM. I am so severely happy right now. I burst into tears and nearly strangled my dance teacher when she told me – which is bad cause she’s like, in her 70’s.
And to top it all off – I finished some fic I’d been working on! Therefore, as a celebration of all of the above, I offer you not one but TWO Lost fanfictions! Including…dun dun dun…SMUT.
Title: Remember When It Rained
Genre: smut! – But it’s fairly gentle. See also; Plot? What plot?
Rating: NC-17/Soft R for sex and swearing
Spoilers: Season two
Summary: It was raining the first time they made love. Set mid season three-ish, my interpretation of how Charlie and Claire finally get together. Can be read as a sequel to my fic “Internet Dating” but can also be read alone.
Disclaimer: the inspiration is from Lost and all the peoples who insisted I write C/C smut at some point AND Josh Groban who wrote the song whose title I stole for the title of the fic.
Authors Note: For those of you who asked for smut? Here tis! I tried to stay away from as many of the smut cliché’s as I could but if this is completely horrible, do please tell me as its my first real smut fic (that I’ve posted anyways) and I’d love feedback.
~*~
( It was raining the first time they made love... )
And for those of you who don't want to read smut for whichever or whatever reason...I have angst!
Title: Fallen Star
Spoilers: season two
Rating: PG for angst and stuff
Summary: a short trilogy from three different POV’s, all linked by the song “Catch A Falling Star” by Perry Como.
Disclaimer: I’m playing in somebody else’s sandbox here – please don’t sue me for it.
~*~
( a mother, a mother and a father – all with a story to tell )
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Mar. 30th, 2006 03:35 pmSo. I'm going to kill my dad for taping over my Lost tape. *twitches*
But never mind.
( The Other 48 Days. Because I didn't review it last week =P )
But never mind.
( The Other 48 Days. Because I didn't review it last week =P )
OMGDAVIDGRAYWASJUSTONPARKINSON*DIES*
Mar. 25th, 2006 10:01 pmSo I'm sitting here, on the internet, listening to music when suddenly I hear the opening bars to "Alibi" by David Gray coming from the front room. I run in and David Gray is ON the frickin ABC on parkinson and Dad's watching it. So I promptly sit down, listen and watch him play and then leave. Dad was srsly like "wtf?"
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