Yuck. Now I'm sick (because there's nothing like trying to bend over a toilet on one foot). Not sure if it's the medicine, something I ate or the power of suggestion. Eat some frozen food then saw that the other item in the box (a pair of panna cotta) did NOT have a safety seal (obviously the one I ate did or I wouldn't have touched it). Not sure if I'm honestly sick or so freaked out by the defective food I've made myself sick (I have a strange paranoia about being poisoned so...) Regardless, my head is hurting and my stomach is turning inside out. Yuck.
And in case I forgot to mention it, the foot I hurt is on the same side as my bad knee which has now gone out because it has to go through strange motions thanks to the air cast requiring to be picked up straight and put down (No ankle motion which is why I'm supposed to be on crutches) These leaves all my weight on my left ankle...the one that's half fused and arthritic from being shattered in 6 places when I was a kid. Oh this is not going to be fun.
On a happier note check out my new fic. Well one's new, two others aren' t but they ARE polished up (well 30 pieces will be finished tomorrow).
Thirty Pieces of Silver - A dark We/Lilah story written for the Stoner ficathon, so there is drug use in this.
Myself Am Hell - Written for the Hell ficathon. Lilah/Wes (with a side order of Lindsey), this is Lilah's hell. It looks a lot like the nursing homes I used to work in.
And the new piece written for the Warm Champagne challenge (or so I hope. It's in the word count limit but not the page limit which don't come close to jiving unfortunately) Anyhow Finding Faith is a Faith & Spike "Spin Off". Children are disappearing from around the Hellmouth in Cleveland and Faith gets unexpected help from Spike, Angel and Connor. (this does need more description and what not so feel free to suggest away)
Ugh, there goes my stomach again...