Rain over the Mighty Ohio

Every time I have to drive up Route Freaking 2 which is penned in between the mountains and the river it rains. Whee. My appointment went well. I like Dr. Helgi Sigmundsson (Helgi was gender neutral as far as I knew since I had no clue what kind of name it was in Norway. Male as it turns out.) He is an immigrant judging by the accent. He's my age. We graduated at the same time from med school. He was honest. He LISTENED to me unlike my last gastroenterologist. He wants me to have an endoscopy which I knew I needed and a colonoscopy which I passed on because I was NOT driving 70 miles with a system full of a shit-making medicine on a road with zero rest stops (as I left I noticed THREE hotels right by the clinic. Fair enough I'll keep that in mind for next time because I would have to do that). Now to either find a friend to drive me or get mom down here.

He gave me a few suggestions for the break through pain. Might give me more zofram for the nausea and was honest. He's not sure if I can have the surgery I think I need with gastric paresis. You can NOT vomit after having the surgery and paresis makes me vomit a lot. I'll have to take to a surgeon because if it's possible to have the surgery, it would fix a lot of my problems (and probably reduce my weight since part of my stomach would have to be used to great a new valve for the non-functioning one I have).

I stopped at the mall and was kicking myself. I have TONS of Macy's coupons and forgot them all. They had the cutest damn sweat shirts. I would have gotten them for the holidays. Also they had soft, fuzzy adorable footie pajamas and I thought about evil_little_dog who is forever cold. I wasn't sure if she'd love them or drive here and kill me.

Then my GPS freaked out. All I wanted was to go to Outback which is just outside the mall because I wanted to try their new surf and turf dinners and it put me on I-64 toward Charleston (I think having THAT many red lights so close together freaks the Garmin out). And being West Virginia there is NO PEOPLE and no way off the damn high way for nearly EIGHT miles. GAH. Worse, the surf and turf was disappointing once I finally got there (.6 miles from my original starting spot. SHould have just gone to the damn Chile's).

Tomorrow I have three freaking appointments to keep. Whee and SHOOT ME.



Nano Snippet - Something a little earlier. Back to the first meeting between the two men (I might have posted this already but I'm too sleepy to go back and look)

There was nothing else Aneurin could do now but face the young man he’d been given. The Toymakers had sent him nearly naked, adorned with several necklaces of Zabetian glitter-stone and an improbable privacy cover that defied classification as an article of clothing. Luminescent green cloth as gossamer and brilliant as a butterfly wing wrapped over the Toy’s belly and hips. It did little to hide the sway of his genitals as he padded closer to Aneurin, his feet bare.

The Toy sank to his knees in front of Aneurin, so he must have been shown a holo of whom he was being given to. He canted his face up to Aneurin. Eyes, an inhuman color of sapphire, glared up at him. The Toymakers might have been able to dress him up, but they hadn’t ground every bit of hate and defiance from those slit-pupiled eyes. So, he was half Mishani. Of course, leave it to Pherick to remember Aneurin’s professional – and sexual, if he was honest about it - interest in hybrids. Aneurin’s gaze slipped from those fierce eyes, moving down over the young man’s fine features to the delicate leather collar around his neck. From it dangled a charm bearing Aneurin’s house symbol. That was just too much, probably part of Masozi’s bells and whistles. He didn’t want to own a sentient being, damn Pherick. What was that idiot thinking?

Halloween Bingo

just to show off my banner.

Is it TEOTWAWKI?

It dang well better be if you're calling me before the sun woke up. I got woke up just after 7 AM by the orthopedic clinic. Turns out my back doc is sick and I had to reschedule. Also got to the dentist and HE was sick to (is there a plague in Jackson I need to know about?) but at least the hygienist was there to do what needed doing.

After the dentist I had to go bleed into tubes for the endocrinologist appt also next week. Me and this old lady with a walker are called back together. She's made up of skin and dust and they get her blood in 30 second. She's gone and the phlebs tag team me, running from arm to arm desperately trying to prove I AM alive. Finally they find one vein. Get one and a half tubes and hope it's enough. SIgh.

Since it's now too early for lunch (in spite the fact I'm fasting) I decide to go off the reservation and go down a road I haven't in 10 years of living here just to see where it goes. This is always a risky proposition here in Appalachia. I didn't find much other than a day care and right next door one of those non-denominational churchs with a sign that read for this week's message 'let the fire fall.' Oh my god. Someone has totally missed Jesus's message of peace. I turned around and went to do laundry.

Forgot my quarters. Bought more. There was a freaking Canadian quarter in them. Then the wash machine ate my money. Luckily just as I was leaving after I was done the owner walked in and I got my money back.

Pissed away the rest of the afternoon, wrote lots, working on a test now.



Nano prompt (okay i'm cheating a little today. this is for blood red.) It also fulfills my self blame prompt He was an idiot but if anything happened to Amelia or Arrigo he would be his fault for not acting faster. Luc followed Sykes down the hall at a slow crawl. Arrigo had been right about them being in the kitchen but they weren't in there to talk. A man in a greasy apron lay on the floor. Luc couldn't tell for sure if the man was dead but he felt fairly sure he was. Amelia huddled in the corner near a tray of spilled food with a young man Luc didn't know but whoever he was he had said Arrigo's name just as Luc had crept close to the door.