Mar. 25th, 2010

quinntaessentia: (Coffeeeee)
Hi. So Flynn's brother Frankie tried to kill me, but I didn't let him. I did, however, come out of the altercation with a hole in my guts, a lost fake eyeball (better than losing the other one...) and a traumatic brain injury. I've been assessed (and I feel like a science experiment) and apparently it's not so severe. Sometimes I might say the wrong word, which will be REALLY helpful in classes. Apparently I'm being forced to take the rest of the semester off, yay less money :|. Mostly though, I've just been feeling really, really sick. They said it should get better. Key word in there is SHOULD. So they HOPE I won't have aphasia and feel sick to my stomach forever. Though it'll be easier when my guts don't also ache from the lovely hole Frankie made.

Anyway, enough complaining. I have a husband who came back from his tour for me and he and my best friend and my brother sat by my bedside while I was unconscious. And they have barely left me since, unless I was with Mal or my parents, and I have my parents. All four of them. This is the first time in a long time I feel I can truly say that. And hey, I'm still alive. Which is pretty goddamn awesome.

Mal is currently reading over this to make sure I didn't put strange words in, though it doesn't quite work that way. It just takes me longer to type when I can't think of the word. (I had a problem with 'quite' which was mostly unnecessary...*sigh*)

I'm going to go cuddle my Booster and then make Mal do things for me because I'm too busy whining in a pitiful way. ("I don't want to get up, can you get me my tea? My abdomen hurts!" Ayways works! ;)
quinntaessentia: (Coffeeeee)
Hi. So Flynn's brother Frankie tried to kill me, but I didn't let him. I did, however, come out of the altercation with a hole in my guts, a lost fake eyeball (better than losing the other one...) and a traumatic brain injury. I've been assessed (and I feel like a science experiment) and apparently it's not so severe. Sometimes I might say the wrong word, which will be REALLY helpful in classes. Apparently I'm being forced to take the rest of the semester off, yay less money :|. Mostly though, I've just been feeling really, really sick. They said it should get better. Key word in there is SHOULD. So they HOPE I won't have aphasia and feel sick to my stomach forever. Though it'll be easier when my guts don't also ache from the lovely hole Frankie made.

Anyway, enough complaining. I have a husband who came back from his tour for me and he and my best friend and my brother sat by my bedside while I was unconscious. And they have barely left me since, unless I was with Mal or my parents, and I have my parents. All four of them. This is the first time in a long time I feel I can truly say that. And hey, I'm still alive. Which is pretty goddamn awesome.

Mal is currently reading over this to make sure I didn't put strange words in, though it doesn't quite work that way. It just takes me longer to type when I can't think of the word. (I had a problem with 'quite' which was mostly unnecessary...*sigh*)

I'm going to go cuddle my Booster and then make Mal do things for me because I'm too busy whining in a pitiful way. ("I don't want to get up, can you get me my tea? My abdomen hurts!" Ayways works! ;)

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