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Aug. 20th, 2007 10:17 pmWilliam aka Uther aka King Billius aka That Fucking Ass is undergoing his back surgery on Wednesday. Suprisingly he's not showing any signs of nerves although I am.
Might be away for a bit, so if messages aren't returned for the next few days there is a valid reason.
Will keep everyone updated on his status as soon as I can.
That's what I put on MySpace, where all of William's friends are. In reality, I'm quite a fucking mess actually. We've got every possible contingency worked out, but I like to overplan a bit just in case. He seems fine with the idea of removing bits of vertebrae and sucking out the bone fragments with a vaccuum. I am rather leery of the procedure, perhaps because I am not the one in pain. Either way things will get better, either the surgery will help or William will terminate himself. He's made that damn clear, and yes, he has purchased some nice bullets that I have hidden if needed. It's good to be thoroughly prepared for all eventualities.
Work tomorrow and then spend tomorrow night packing. I've got about 12 hours of sitting in a surgical waiting room to look forward to on Wednesday. Letters shall be written, cross stitching accomplished, books read. I only wish I had a laptop. It's fun writing porn in public places.
Reminds me, I was waiting for the doc to finish up a retinal exam today - just hanging out in the doorway waiting to take my patient back. Normally you stand there, stare at the carpet, think of the next patient or the last order... Had that all under control today, so got to thinking about my fic. Was a bit of a cheap thrill, 'cos where I stopped writing last night the main male character was on his back with his girl pushing a dildo up his arse. Made me smile anyway. Didn't need my coffee break after that. Not like I get coffee breaks, but anyway.
Have just read another very good bit of HP fic. It's at InsaneJournal. James/Harry, very very hot smut. The kind of dirty fic that really makes one cringe. I'm not much of a James/Harry slasher, but this fic works really well. Apparently it's based on a telly show called Dexter. Have never seen that show, but the premise is interesting. That and mental illness is fun. I've known I've had a brother incest kink forever, but the son/father thing is a big worrying. Err, will not mention my healthy Electra complex. (whistles innocently)
Tried out the SnapVine thing. Too bad it's a long distance phone call each time. But it's fun, now everyone knows my voice and my horrific accent. Expect a few drunken late night phone calls - I'm not known for it, but it happens on occasion. William still teases me about the one night I cried for someone and he didn't know who it was.
"Sue, you don't have an Uncle Doug."
"Fuck you!" (sob sob sob)
Err, yeah, weirdness aside, that was a long time ago.
Righty off to bed. Long day tomorrow. Can't say it'll be much fun either.
I really really hate hospitals. Too many spirits around. Really uncomfortable, stuffy pressurized feeling, and that's assuming I don't see anyone. Won't be as bad as the CCF was hopefully, I don't plan on going anywhere I'm not supposed to and will certainly not have to pass through the ER and padded cells to get to the bunks and lockers anymore. Gives me shivers just remembering being there, all that detrius floating about that I'm not supposed to see. It's there, just not supposed to see them.
'Worrying is interest paid on trouble long before it's due' - I should break out the old Steve Hackett albums. He's always been a calming influence.
Might be away for a bit, so if messages aren't returned for the next few days there is a valid reason.
Will keep everyone updated on his status as soon as I can.
That's what I put on MySpace, where all of William's friends are. In reality, I'm quite a fucking mess actually. We've got every possible contingency worked out, but I like to overplan a bit just in case. He seems fine with the idea of removing bits of vertebrae and sucking out the bone fragments with a vaccuum. I am rather leery of the procedure, perhaps because I am not the one in pain. Either way things will get better, either the surgery will help or William will terminate himself. He's made that damn clear, and yes, he has purchased some nice bullets that I have hidden if needed. It's good to be thoroughly prepared for all eventualities.
Work tomorrow and then spend tomorrow night packing. I've got about 12 hours of sitting in a surgical waiting room to look forward to on Wednesday. Letters shall be written, cross stitching accomplished, books read. I only wish I had a laptop. It's fun writing porn in public places.
Reminds me, I was waiting for the doc to finish up a retinal exam today - just hanging out in the doorway waiting to take my patient back. Normally you stand there, stare at the carpet, think of the next patient or the last order... Had that all under control today, so got to thinking about my fic. Was a bit of a cheap thrill, 'cos where I stopped writing last night the main male character was on his back with his girl pushing a dildo up his arse. Made me smile anyway. Didn't need my coffee break after that. Not like I get coffee breaks, but anyway.
Have just read another very good bit of HP fic. It's at InsaneJournal. James/Harry, very very hot smut. The kind of dirty fic that really makes one cringe. I'm not much of a James/Harry slasher, but this fic works really well. Apparently it's based on a telly show called Dexter. Have never seen that show, but the premise is interesting. That and mental illness is fun. I've known I've had a brother incest kink forever, but the son/father thing is a big worrying. Err, will not mention my healthy Electra complex. (whistles innocently)
Tried out the SnapVine thing. Too bad it's a long distance phone call each time. But it's fun, now everyone knows my voice and my horrific accent. Expect a few drunken late night phone calls - I'm not known for it, but it happens on occasion. William still teases me about the one night I cried for someone and he didn't know who it was.
"Sue, you don't have an Uncle Doug."
"Fuck you!" (sob sob sob)
Err, yeah, weirdness aside, that was a long time ago.
Righty off to bed. Long day tomorrow. Can't say it'll be much fun either.
I really really hate hospitals. Too many spirits around. Really uncomfortable, stuffy pressurized feeling, and that's assuming I don't see anyone. Won't be as bad as the CCF was hopefully, I don't plan on going anywhere I'm not supposed to and will certainly not have to pass through the ER and padded cells to get to the bunks and lockers anymore. Gives me shivers just remembering being there, all that detrius floating about that I'm not supposed to see. It's there, just not supposed to see them.
'Worrying is interest paid on trouble long before it's due' - I should break out the old Steve Hackett albums. He's always been a calming influence.
