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Jun. 30th, 2006 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spyderfyngersResults! At last! And good ones. Relief.
It would be nice if my dad could summon a little faux-enthusiasm and say something more encouraging than 'oh... right'. I'm not asking for a parade, but a small 'yay' might be nice.
The plague doctors gave me a bottle of translucent-white gunk to drink three times a day while I'm waiting for the hospital to schedule a jolly procedure involving a camera. It won't help, I'm told, but it may stop it getting worse. It smells like nail polish remover and tastes like bile. Somehow, sacrificing a stoat by the crossroads at midnight sounds both more enjoyable and more effective.
It would be nice if my dad could summon a little faux-enthusiasm and say something more encouraging than 'oh... right'. I'm not asking for a parade, but a small 'yay' might be nice.
The plague doctors gave me a bottle of translucent-white gunk to drink three times a day while I'm waiting for the hospital to schedule a jolly procedure involving a camera. It won't help, I'm told, but it may stop it getting worse. It smells like nail polish remover and tastes like bile. Somehow, sacrificing a stoat by the crossroads at midnight sounds both more enjoyable and more effective.
