Hello Dill

Anytime. ^-^ Remove items from a wishlist is one of the most important things at Subeta. (I hope you think so too laugh) It's my way to honor the help. ^-^ wave

Ganondorf Dragmiere

So, after the removal of my living room door, my front door, AND my storm door (my neighbors are LOVING this spectacle, by the way), they finally haul my wide behind into the paramedic paddy wagon and whisk me away. However, my local hospital does not happen to have the proper diagnostic equipment, so I get dragged SIXTY miles away, bathed in this weird otherworldly blue light. So, I get there, but they're literally FULL! So there are five or six of us (on beds by this point) just shoved caddywampus EVERYWHERE! Meanwhile, they're shoving an IV port in my arm. (I can only have IV fluids until the testing is completed for some reason). So, after an entire battery of tests, including, but not limited to, x-rays, ultrasound (I think that that one might have just been an insurance scam ), a full body CAT scan, and SEVENTEEN vials of blood (Well, eighteen, actually. They mislabeled one and had to re-do it), they came to a monumental conclusion: neuropathy. (There's more. Will mail that bit when my hand uncramps. XD)

YOU could write a novel??? Oh, tiny woman, you have no idea! But you have come in weirdly handy. One of the games on another site I'm on involves naming unusual dog breeds and I remembered your pony dog. Okay, l generally don't go into specifics about what exactly happened because a) I prefer as few people as possible know, mainly due the weird sympathy vibes thing, and b) it's somewhat upsetting to think too much about. However, since it's you, here goes. I was standing in my kitchen looking through the window in my kitchen door at the poor, mangy, battle-scarred cat that had sort of always been, pondering if I still had a can of tuna around to attempt to feed it (not exactly a friendly animal). Then, all of a sudden, for absolutely no reason whatsoever, my legs just gave out, and I crumpled straight down vertically to the floor. I managed to pull myself along the floor through my dining room to my living room and onto my couch. I figured if I rested/slept for a bit, it might be okay. It wasn't. So, the next step in the saga involves the arrival of paramedics with a festively bright honkin' ORANGE for some reason plastic backboard. However, my big old barn of a house had formerly been divided up to serve as a boarding house. So, after you come in my front door, you have to go through a second wooden door to get into my living room. However, that second door is at cross-purposes, a ninety degree angle, to the front door. Which poses no particular problem for a festively bright honkin' orange backboard going IN. However, it is not especially conducive to it going back OUT. Especially not laden with an essentially dead weight humanoid life form. So out come the screwdrivers... (continued next message)

Could you narrow that suckage down just a bit? Still bet I got you topped! Or at the very least tied. Life's been interesting...

YAY! Someone I definitely know! So, how's things?