hope is the thing with feathers

Had a dream that MCR was playing a tiny secret show at Taco Bell. I got there and was really close to them, but suddenly they started playing a song I didn't know! And I was like 'ooh, new song!' but then everyone else was singing along and I felt so left out and confused.

But then I got to lick Gerard's neck and it was okay.

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I have a thousand words of a new fic that should be done in a few days. It's an auction fic and I really like it.

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Had to pick Meg up from school yesterday because of all the seizures she was having. She's home today. She goes to see her regular neurologist next week. Hopefully he can undo whatever harm has been done to her by the new, incompetent neuro.

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I'll make locked post soon about my sex life. I know you can't wait for that. :P

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I don't know why this mood icon is supposed to be 'stressed' (here on DW, I mean). Bros do not look stressed to me.

can't decide whether I want chicken tacos or ground turkey tacos. def want to make tacos, though.

dear december: you suck.

meg got sick again today like she has the three other times in the past few months -- lethargic, pale, clammy, can't walk. took her to the doctor. doctor ordered blood work, but otherwise doesn't know what's up.

wednesday meg has an mri. on the 22nd, she's going in the hospital for tests for a few days. I start PT on thursday. I have finals next week. I am so stressed. meanwhile, mom is nuttier than usual.

and I can't decide what kind of tacos I want to eat.

I've been answering questions at 10Q for the holy days. Just some questions to spark reflection on the past year and inspiration for the next. You can choose to keep your answers private, which is what I'm doing, and they're emailed to you the following year.

The main thing I'm focusing on is my relationship with my mother. However, repairing a relationship isn't something one person can do on their own, and trying to do it two different ways doesn't work, either.

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Meg is sick again today, and home from school. This time it's some kind of stomach thing. She's sleeping now.

* went to the neurologist with Meg today and everything looks good for now. no changes in medications this time.

* I've just got to the point in my Highlander viewing where I'm singsonging 'boyyyyyfraaands' all the time and making hearteyes at Methos. Anybody got any recs for Duncan/Methos fics?

* fic I am writing with Aka is super duper long. I do not look forward to the editing process on this one.

Last night I went to a prom populated by kids with (mostly developmental) disabilities and had the time of my life. I can't even describe the energy and happiness. Unfortunately, I left my camera in the car (like a dork) instead of bringing it in to the prom, so I've only got pictures of the before and after.

Meg was absolutely beautiful in her green sparkly dress. She had a fun time, too. She loved the dancing (even though she didn't do much of it herself, she was grinning a lot while watching everyone else).

( pic of meg in her dress! )

I keep going to make an entry and then clicking out without typing anything.

*deletes post full of feelings about a certain SPIN article*

UGH. I thought I could talk about it without sounding irrational, but I guess not. :\

ANYWAY. I'm having a bad day. Meg is home sick for the second day in a row. Mom is also sick, and kind of ... well, she doesn't like me today, or something. (I'm selfish and self-centered and the world revolves around me and oh, I'm a shitty mother, too.)

I love S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W.

I dislike Summertime.

I need to get to work on writing. And beta reading. If I can concentrate, which ... HA, guess what? I CAN'T.

Spent the night in the ER last night. Meg had a seizure lasting over 20 minutes so we rushed her to the hospital. We were only there three hours but it felt like all night. They gave her some valium and ran some tests. She got a fever while she was there and her urine came back and she has a UTI. Poor baby.

She seems to be feeling better today. Still, those long seizures like that are scary and I'm still pretty shaken up even if she isn't.

I have to get up at 6:30 in the morning to get ready and then drive to Ft. Walton to Meg's regular neurologist. Ugh. DNW to get up so early. :(

My back was hurting so I took 2 Lortab and now I'm feeling NO pain whatsoever. In fact, I'm pretty stoned. The only problem with the Lortab is that it makes me itch. Don't ask me why, it's just a weird side effect. Itchy itchy itchy.

DJ is going home on Friday. I'll miss him, but he's pretty homesick.

I have to take Meg to Gainesville again today. NO FUN. We're seeing the cardiology department, for what reason I can't tell you (because I have no idea) and then we are staying over at a hotel tonight and driving back tomorrow morning.

I would much rather stay home. Oh, well.

In lighter but more exasperating news, I still have Total Eclipse of the Heart stuck in my head. I jokingly said to Amy that I'm going to make a Lost icon set to the song. She encouraged me to do so. IDK, maybe I will.

TURN AROUND, BRIGHT EYES!

The thing with Meg and hospitals is that they want to restrain her. And DNW restraints. They piss us off.

So after arguing with the EMU team (who were refusing to put the electrodes she pulled off back on unless we restrained her), I talked to her doctor and argued with HIM. I cannot tell you how many times they all tried to tell me that 'oh, soft restraints aren't PAINFUL'. Yeah, well. They piss me off and they piss Meg off. So finally they listened to me and put mitts on her (like boxing gloves) so that she wouldn't pull at the electrodes. (And I asked the EMU woman how many were on her and she's like 'oh, just 27')

My mom didn't get any sleep last night but she wanted me to have the hotel room again tonight. I argued with HER, but she was afraid she'd get lost driving in Gainesville (even though we could've called the shuttle, she still wouldn't take the hotel room)

So here I am again in the hotel.

OH. The hotel? Has no rooms for Thursday and Friday night. It's graduation weekend and apparently all the hotels (or at least the first ELEVEN) were booked solid. Finally, on the twelfth call, I found a room for Thursday and Friday night, and booked it.

I wish I was around to post comments on all the WONDERFUL Three Weeks For Dreamwidth posts. There's a couple of comment fic/kink memes going on that I want to participate in but can't. Hopefully next week will be back to normal.