Triage is where you want to be
Just like Cheers.
And, after only four hours of waiting, I was told that there’s nothing wrong with me, but here’s a large dose of drugs and an ACE bandage. Have a good weekend!
I knew ballet would ruin my feet, I just thought I’d have a few more years before ‘would’ became ‘did’. I am the proud owner of at least one known bone spur, lodged under my big toe, and a bone shard (origins unknown as I’ve only ever sprained/twisted/rolled/damaged beyond my doctors wildest dreams my ankles, and never broken a single bone of my own) which is happily residing next to a nerve on the outside of my foot.
On another note, I saw the cover for LKH’s next Merry book. Now, LKH (and Stephanie Meyers come to think of it) have become conversation topics that can incite reactions on level with the Gay Marriage Debate and Homosexuals in the Military. I’m all for the latter two (as married people everywhere can tell you: it’s always the same sex!) I don’t care of a soldiers likes to get it on with a honeydew melon, as long as they can do their job and don’t smear the US Army in the newpaper, I’ll buy the damn melons for them.
Moving on.
The cover for SWALLOWING DARKNESS is out, and no matter my (or your) opinion on the books or anything else, I still like the cover.
I spent my weekend working on notes for a book after Cliodhna’s and cheering Phelps to 8 Gold Medals (seriously, my cheering helped, I was loud enough, the guy probably heard me). Now that the Olympics are over… oh, wait, they’re not over yet? Damn, feels like it.