Go ahead; stare at my genitals. After these past two weeks, I don't really care anymore.
"I live in the big building downtown full of sick kids."
I died a little inside when I said that earlier, because she actually thought it was a joke.
Yes'r, I'm still in hospital. I'm out on passes from about 12am-5:30pm, and then 8:30pm-12:30am every day, but it still really sucks. Fever's gone, dizzy spells are not as bad as they used to be, but now I'm spontanelusly sweating for no reason. It was fourteen degrees in my room this morning and the nurse found me sweating in my sleep. Double-you-tee-freaking-eff. They can't explain it either, all the bloodwork and urine samples come back clean. So I'm not free to go until they stop, and they don't know what I can do to speed that up.
Also, my apologies to anyone who called, Switchboard has been sending my calls to room 503 and 510, depending on an arcane set of laws which can be influenced by ambient air humidity and the relative position of Venus to Pluto. I still really want people to call though, because it's boring as fuck there. Just ask for "5 East Room 502 Bed 1", not "Ed Penwell". That old lady likes to play with the minds of people who call for me, appearantly.
Won't know when I'm being released until tuesday, because the only guy who knows exactly what's wrong with me is off for the long weekend. Hoping to make the first day of school, but no promises.
Richard's back! Me, Richard and Rob had a grand 'ol time lanning up some D2 and playing Smash. I miss the good LANs of old.
Anyway, I'm going to cram some Doom 3 before heading back to the hospital.
CALL ME! (Or visit, that'd be pretty cool too)
I died a little inside when I said that earlier, because she actually thought it was a joke.
Yes'r, I'm still in hospital. I'm out on passes from about 12am-5:30pm, and then 8:30pm-12:30am every day, but it still really sucks. Fever's gone, dizzy spells are not as bad as they used to be, but now I'm spontanelusly sweating for no reason. It was fourteen degrees in my room this morning and the nurse found me sweating in my sleep. Double-you-tee-freaking-eff. They can't explain it either, all the bloodwork and urine samples come back clean. So I'm not free to go until they stop, and they don't know what I can do to speed that up.
Also, my apologies to anyone who called, Switchboard has been sending my calls to room 503 and 510, depending on an arcane set of laws which can be influenced by ambient air humidity and the relative position of Venus to Pluto. I still really want people to call though, because it's boring as fuck there. Just ask for "5 East Room 502 Bed 1", not "Ed Penwell". That old lady likes to play with the minds of people who call for me, appearantly.
Won't know when I'm being released until tuesday, because the only guy who knows exactly what's wrong with me is off for the long weekend. Hoping to make the first day of school, but no promises.
Richard's back! Me, Richard and Rob had a grand 'ol time lanning up some D2 and playing Smash. I miss the good LANs of old.
Anyway, I'm going to cram some Doom 3 before heading back to the hospital.
CALL ME! (Or visit, that'd be pretty cool too)