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back to reality :)

short, because i'm in the last hour of a night shift. Miss Thang was deathly ill, and puked in the fitness room. she called and i ran; she pretty much collapsed on the office floor and i got a blanket, covered her up, and rolled up the sleeves.

i hate...hate....HATE cleaning up puke.

****

the temperature this afternoon was 70 degrees. right now, it's fifteen.

yes....that would be ONE - FIVE. as in 15. tomorrow the wind chill is expected to be ten below.

the second knuckle on my right hand has taken great umbrage at this, and is now letting its displeasure be known. i can't make a fist at all. hopefully, i won't need to.

****

what else? the Withered One met with Dr. Hitler today. she ended up hooked up to an IV (the WO, not the doctor) because her potassium and magnesium were so depleted. she has to go back tomorrow, but my sister (bless her heart, love you!) said she saw an improvement almost immediately.

*sigh*

like, a great big sigh from the bottom of my toes, okay?

****

other things are roiling around, but tomorrow. tonight i'm about ready to fall over. it's been a long, emotional, in some ways a totally fabulous day.

other ways....maybe not so much.

*hugs, momma. big ones.*

scare me again and i'll beat your ass, i don't care if you have cancer.

;)



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