Called in sick to work today, due to cramps. My period this month is kinda weird, but I bet it's the new pill I'm on. And I bet that was TMI for all of you, but I don't care. *evil laughter*
Today, Chuck and I bought a couple games. Marvel Nemesis: Rise of the Imperfects and DDRMAX. I have DDR Extreme, I just wanted more songs. Though, I swear I shall beat endless mode in Extreme yet. *shakes fist at game* I tried it the other night, because I can't stand the flashing "new" next to something in a video game menu, so I figured, "I'll try it and most likely tank in three levels, and then it won't flash anymore!" I made it to level sixty-something before I tanked... I was so close to the end I could taste it, and now, I must destroy endless mode. I must pwn it in its little arrow moving world. And it shall die. And it will be crunchy.
And then, I will unlock everything there is to unlock on Max.
The Marvel game is pretty spiffy, it's not quite what we thought it was, it's more like The Bouncer, but since both chuck and I liked the Bouncer there's really not a problem with that. The main problem we have is with unlocking everything. We have Venom now, so chuck's happy. I want to play as Magneto... Electra and Storm just don't do it for me... and that Wink chick is just creepy. Besides, Magneto pwns souls. You know it. I know it. It is the universal truth as written in the marvel bible: Magneto Pwns your soul.
THE POWER OF MAGNETISM COMPELS YOU! (Can I get a witness?!)
I got a review on my fic "Mountain" (Fandom: Naruto, pairing: KakaSaku) that is the sole reason I really didn't want to post an author's note. But then, I realized, that most people would want to know why a fic hasn't been worked on, so I gave them an author's note letting readers who aren't my friends (I hear a horrible rumor that these people do exist XD) what was going on with my life and why I haven't been ficing lately...
I got this pleasant review:
xxxx 2005-09-18 id # 2035412146
for posting chapter three like that, DIE! just DIE!
What Mr. XXXX doesn't seem to realize is that if I DIE, just DIE! I won't be able to write the damn fic. I'm fucking sorry I broke your little bubble, but I just wanted to let the intelligent people know why I haven't been able to write anymore, and what was upcoming for the future. And I normally wouldn't let out about that, it just really annoys me when someone thinks they can pass judgment on me for a fanfic. God damn. Grow the fuck up.
In other news, I was having a conversation with Chuck the other day, regarding when I was sick when we were learning how to drive semi trucks. This was back around the time I started the journal. (And I had to pay to get an accesses code, because I didn't know anyone with accesses codes, in fact, I think I gave these codes to people on the Battousai/Kaoru mailing list who asked for them....)
Anyway... back on track... I had gotten what I had assumed was a nasty bug shortly after my Aunt Jenny's wedding. Sore throat, coughing, fever, the works. This went on with good days and bad days for the better part of a three months. On bad days, Chuck said (I don't remember much of this) all I would do was: Sleep, wake up, use the bathroom, cough until I vomited, try to eat something, vomit again, and then go back to sleep. On other days I was somewhat functional. We used a barrage of medicine to try to control this (because we couldn't afford a doctor.) Until finally, for some reason I don't remember Chuck says I told him to take me into a hospital.
Oh yeah, I think I called mom, and she told us to go...
Anyway, I get there... They take one look at me, and I end up in an emergency room. Now, I don't remember much of what happened at the hospital, other than Chuck never left my side... but he tells it like this.
First thing they did, was give me a bunch of shots (of penicillin... do you know how sick you have to be these days before they give you a shot of it?), and some ivs. A testament to how ill I was: I am terrified of needles, and under normal circumstances I would've gone down kicking and screaming before I let them stick me with an IV. But according to chuck I just kind of sat there as they stared dripping in two separate IVs...fluids and nutrients, I think.
Then, I guess the doctor told Chuck, "It's a good thing you brought her in tonight, a few more days of this and she would've died."
Apparently, I was a few steps from death and I never even knew it. Had I not gone into the doctor, I most likely would've died in my sleep of a quiet little lung infection that didn't seem like a big deal to me at the time, because I wasn't aware enough to notice how bad it was...
It's strange, to know at a point in your life (you're very young life, I was only 21) that you were dying... no, not dying, one step from dead. Thinking back, it didn't feel like I was dying, or the feelings one would associate with death. I wasn't in pain (except when I was coughing), nor was I hallucinating from the fever (it just made me tired.) I was lucid a lot; even though I don't remember a good deal of what happened down there... it was more like... just a quiet slipping away.
Chuck has said since then, "If I had lost you back then, I never would've forgiven myself. I wouldn't be able to function, to think... to live."
It’s something that makes me wonder, with our wedding coming up... if something out there really tried it's damnedest to push us together. (Not that I'm complaining.)
Anyway, thus ends my tired rambles for the night...
Doin' it old school,