Dammitdammitdammit
Dec. 10th, 2003 01:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronwynrhThe Halls helped my throat, but just half an hour ago, my back started to hurt in that tell-tale tied-in-knots skin-tingly way. Xuesong just felt my forehead and said, "yep. You're a little warm." I trust him. He has medical training. Ok, he's a dentist, but still.
I hurt and I want to go home and curl up under my feather bed and have someone bring me chicken broth and juice and stroke my hair and just take care of me.
*wail* Jeffrey! Wherefore art thou, O Jeffrey!
Yeah, slaving away in the Bahamas. Tough gig, I know.
But you know, I have a feeling he may actually wish he were here with me, impending viral plague or no. Not that I can ask him, because I don't have a number to call him, or a long-distance service to pay for such a call.
Oooohhhh I hurt.
I hurt and I want to go home and curl up under my feather bed and have someone bring me chicken broth and juice and stroke my hair and just take care of me.
*wail* Jeffrey! Wherefore art thou, O Jeffrey!
Yeah, slaving away in the Bahamas. Tough gig, I know.
But you know, I have a feeling he may actually wish he were here with me, impending viral plague or no. Not that I can ask him, because I don't have a number to call him, or a long-distance service to pay for such a call.
Oooohhhh I hurt.
