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Here is the short version of "GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO duogami":
1) The power went out in my neck of the woods on Friday night. Why? I don't know; trees, ice storms, some stupid reason like that. A state of emergency went out for the entire city over the weekend (as I understand it). Today, I think there are still tons of places without electricity or resources. Personally, they just got the power up to my apartment last night. That in itself would be enough of a story, I suppose, but we aren't done just yet? Why? Because:
2) On Sunday, Warren decided to retrieve me to spend some time with his equally electrically inept family. His reasoning was that it was better than being alone, which I wholeheartedly agreed with. This too could've been the end of the story, except for the fact that:
3) I'd been starving all weekend without much to throw down my gullet. On that morning, I caved in and strolled over to a local buffet to pick up something to eat. My belly didn't take too kindly to it, and I was confused as to why that was, but didn't pay it any mind, figuring I could sleep it off. And up until the afternoon visit, I thought I had, but it returned to haunt me off and on throughout the day with some stray pains here and there, and an overall unhealthy feeling in me. It all led to a sleepless night downstairs, in which I struggled to either get over the pain, or to keep from shivering.
I couldn't handle it any longer, so I tried to make arrangements to get to a hospital, a doctor, something, because I had a very bad feeling. After weathering out the worse pain I'd had in a long time, Warren finally got me over to an Emergency Room. Once I finished being dragged through a ton of tests, we had a verdict, and everything was suddenly clear-- I had a problem with my gallbladder.
So! I went through surgery and a three-day stay to get that squared away. This now explains my bandages and general wooziness. Now I'm just hanging out, and when I can talk about it more, then we can further discuss what the fuck's been happening here.
I missed everyone I know, though. Some more than others (e.g. Rika, yes, my needs are very simple). I missed my routine, I missed /b/, I missed watching Gilmore Girls, all of that crap. I think right now I'm going to revel in the heat I'm so lucky to have and enjoy a nice long nap, though. I'm still feeling the effects of my pain medicine.
By the way, surgery was nothing like I thought it would be. It wasn't a terrible ordeal at all! I'm glad I was able to get over that certain fear of mine, then.
1) The power went out in my neck of the woods on Friday night. Why? I don't know; trees, ice storms, some stupid reason like that. A state of emergency went out for the entire city over the weekend (as I understand it). Today, I think there are still tons of places without electricity or resources. Personally, they just got the power up to my apartment last night. That in itself would be enough of a story, I suppose, but we aren't done just yet? Why? Because:
2) On Sunday, Warren decided to retrieve me to spend some time with his equally electrically inept family. His reasoning was that it was better than being alone, which I wholeheartedly agreed with. This too could've been the end of the story, except for the fact that:
3) I'd been starving all weekend without much to throw down my gullet. On that morning, I caved in and strolled over to a local buffet to pick up something to eat. My belly didn't take too kindly to it, and I was confused as to why that was, but didn't pay it any mind, figuring I could sleep it off. And up until the afternoon visit, I thought I had, but it returned to haunt me off and on throughout the day with some stray pains here and there, and an overall unhealthy feeling in me. It all led to a sleepless night downstairs, in which I struggled to either get over the pain, or to keep from shivering.
I couldn't handle it any longer, so I tried to make arrangements to get to a hospital, a doctor, something, because I had a very bad feeling. After weathering out the worse pain I'd had in a long time, Warren finally got me over to an Emergency Room. Once I finished being dragged through a ton of tests, we had a verdict, and everything was suddenly clear-- I had a problem with my gallbladder.
So! I went through surgery and a three-day stay to get that squared away. This now explains my bandages and general wooziness. Now I'm just hanging out, and when I can talk about it more, then we can further discuss what the fuck's been happening here.
I missed everyone I know, though. Some more than others (e.g. Rika, yes, my needs are very simple). I missed my routine, I missed /b/, I missed watching Gilmore Girls, all of that crap. I think right now I'm going to revel in the heat I'm so lucky to have and enjoy a nice long nap, though. I'm still feeling the effects of my pain medicine.
By the way, surgery was nothing like I thought it would be. It wasn't a terrible ordeal at all! I'm glad I was able to get over that certain fear of mine, then.