Monday, my friend J. spent the afternoon sleeping on my couch after an eleven-hour visit to the emergency room with abdominal pain.
Yesterday, it was my turn.
For a while, they thought they were going to have to take my appendix out; fortunately, that turned out not to be the case. I’m still in a lot of pain, though.
It’s been a turbulent week. Some memorable parts:
Fourth of July Fireworks with Shelly
This was a last-minute thing. Kelly didn’t really want to go, and we weren’t 100% sure where they’d be anyway.
As it turned out, we parked the car and wandered around aimlessly, and ended up in exactly the right place, right where the technicians wer setting them off, at exactly the start of the show.
I like fireworks. Explosives, burning things…hey, good stuff!
Saturday was Keirston’s birthday party. It was a blast–losts of people, lots of alcohol, that sort of thing. I spent a good bit of time talking to lightgatherer; I’ve met her before, but never really talked to her. She’s very cool.
Shelly didn’t really want to go at the last minute, for a number of complex reasons, some of which were related to her move to Orlando. 🙁
Sunday, Shelly and I moved her to Orlando. It’s probably the right thing for her to do, but that doesn’t change the fact that it puts her an hour away, and I’ve become used to having her around. I don’t like the idea that we’ll be able to spend less time together, but there it is.