My (old and alzheimery) grandfather is in the hospital for bleeding on the brain.
Oh, take care.
I don’t know what to say. Every time I feel like things are going sideways for me, somebody else pops in with something worse. I’m sorry it had to be you this time.
My heart goes out to you and yours right now.
Oh no. Big internet hug to you and the fam.
I have the flu. Which means no chorus practice tonight. And of course I feel rotten.
Went to a party on Friday night, so I think I brought it home, not the kids. One is definitely showing signs as well.
A small problem, relatively speaking, but yuck.
P.S. I had the flu shot about a month ago, so this might be one of those years when the flu that takes over is not one of the predicted ones.
Fuck today. Bowie died.
Walking pneumonia. Will lose the whole week.
Better than losing your life?
Take care of yourself!
That’s horrid. When that happens, I draw a hot bath, get in there and try to forget everything.
Damn! I hope you feel better soon.
Oh no. Hope you’ve got someone there to look after you. Here’s to a speedy recovery.
Get well soon!
Worst translation project ever - much longer than advertised, transcribing from audio with overlapping, mumbled and rushed speech, and it’s a police interview about incest among children. That’s not even touching on the more disturbing parts. Two days of listening carefully to family tragedy repeated again and again so I don’t miss any of the meaning. I’m finished now, so I think I’ll go and have a bath in acid.
I can’t “like” that, but I’ll adopt what we do on another site and just say:
Witnessing for you.
Fuck this week. Bowie and Rickman. Fuck cancer. Fuck these feelings I have today.
Is it just me, or did later David Bowie and David Lynch end up sharing a striking resemblance.
If there weren’t so many pictures of them in the same room I would have started to wonder…
Oh, and to stay in the spirit of this thread: fuck 2016.
Fuck that I got no schoolwork done today, despite having one week left of my intersession class, and two reports to write. Instead of working, I spent the day on the couch resting, recovering from what was apparently a bad case of food poisoning.
I realize I’m late to this thread… But…
I spent with the day with my uncle who’s been suffering from a critically serious case of Pneumonia. 4 hours and counting off the ventilator now, with a signed DNR.
It looks like he might pull through the Pneumonia. So the unidentifiable aggressive cancer will get to kill him within the month.
Fuck today. Fuck cancer.