My dear, my very dear Readers, I don’t know what to say. All those comments! All that sympathy and encouragement! I love you guys. And there’s nothing like a bit of torment to bring the lurkers out of the woodwork, is there? Hello lurkers! You’re the most fabulous lurkers in blog-land! [Don’t ask me about the exclamation outbreak. I told her not to drink on top of her medication - Ed]
I am indeed feeling rather better, as the medications, multiple and various as they are, are working fairly well. I’m OK. No, really. I’m pretty well, all told.
[Don’t listen to the idiot. She went into work three times this week. She still can’t walk up a flight of stairs without seeing wheeling galaxies and staggering about like a drunk. I told her, I said, there is such a thing as needing time to recover, you daft cow, and she ignored me.]
I was well enough to go in, and I had Things To Do, and no one else was going to do them for me, for I am the Queen of the PVA and the One True Lady of the Sticky-Back Plastic. Also, the only person who knows what the heck is going on with the journal lists. And I behaved fairly normally, didn’t I?
[Everyone at work thinks you’ve been hungover all week, you know.]
Of course they don’t. Surely. I mean, I said I wasn’t sleeping well, which is true, so… And anyway, I was fine. I did most of the stuff I meant to do. I only buggered up mending one book*. I only said ‘fuck’ in front of my boss once. See?
[You get home of an evening too tired to do anything but lie athwart the armchair and flail weakly and irritably at passers-by.]
Hush your fussing. I’m going to be on holiday all next week.
[Holiday she calls it. Submerged unto the collarbones in Family. All of whom will want to know why she’s so pale and whiny.]
Yes, well, now I really do feel tired.
*Interestingly, this was due to a text-book case of Ardslignish (adj.) ‘Descriptive of the behaviour of Sellotape when you are tired.’, according to the great Douglas Adams.
I do hope they’re bumping you up that waiting list, Reed. I’m concerned about you. Please take care, OK? I’m going to go off and worry now that you’re not taking it easy, even though I know you only through cyberspace, but still. Roll on next week and the holidays.
Left by Helen on March 31st, 2007
*hug*
Please take better care of yourself babe, and I hope the family behave for once.
k
x
Left by Kelli on March 31st, 2007
I’m aligning myself with the editor here, for a change. I do not equate “family visit” with “holiday” either. If they want to know why you are so pale, you could go with telling them in gory detail complete with diagrams and bookmarked websites.
My advice is, Take Care of Yourself. And a Pox upon all waiting lists.
Left by healingmagichands on March 31st, 2007
Am still laughing at the idea of you getting snarled up in sticky-back plastic and saying fuck in front of your boss.
Did s/he get a turn of saying it too?
*hugs
Left by Teuchter on March 31st, 2007
Sorry for not commenting earlier, am only just catching up on blogland.
Do take care. Wheeling galaxies are not a good thing to be seeing unless you are watching the end of 2001: A Space Odyssey (though frankly, you’d be better off reading the book) or are actually in space yourself.
David
Left by Singing Librarian on April 3rd, 2007
You can choose your friends but not your family. Or your lurkers for that matter.
Take care of yourself.
Does the Editor have a sister or cousin who’s a nice, bracing, nightingale-trained nurse? If not then I am sure I can find one to stare at you firmly on my behalf, and make your bed and put you gently in it when it all gets to be Too Much. Oh, and who will send your family packing when they get above themselves. One who knows that scotch is medicine, when taken in the right dose, but who takes no nonsense at all about you being alright really when you obviously aren’t.
Lots and lots of love.
AB.
Left by Aphra Behn on April 3rd, 2007
You are still damned funny and a great writer, wheeling galaxies or no.
Take care….
Left by LK on April 6th, 2007
I completely side with David and Aphra - in being sorry for arriving late with a bouquet of virtual flowers (the virtue being that they will not fade away in a few days) and in reminding you to do good things to yourself. Or, at the very least, no bad things out of your terrific sense of duty.
Hugs / SG V
Left by SG V on April 10th, 2007
Also arriving late, also sending love and best wishes for a quick and complete recovery. And joining others in reminding you to be good and kind to yourself first and foremost - at least for the time being.
*hugs*
az
Left by azahar on April 14th, 2007
I claim the lateness prize. This is the first I have been in here since late March. I’m sorry to hear things are going awry with your health. Please take care and perhaps, just this once, on a no-precedent basis, listen to the Editor!
I do hope there is better news next time you dust off this blog. Although it may be that you are developing an allergy to blog-dust.
Left by archie on April 15th, 2007