I’m sorry Lavender. {{{{{more hugs}}}}
I’m so sorry, Lavender Blue. We’re here for you if you need us.
I’m sorry Lavender - I’m so damn sorry! You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
That’s a great username/post combo.
LavenderBlue, I’m so sorry for you and for your daughter. Hang in there, and take good care of each other, okay?
You’ve given BigDog a lot of love, Lacunae Matata. It never gets easier, though, does it?
This thread is pissing me off. Instead of marveling at a strong woman getting on the Olympic team, let’s just focus on her weight! Obviously that’s the most important thing about her. Screw your dreams, how about you put down the cake, fatty?
I’m so sorry, LavenderBlue.
No. A writer is someone who’s published. I’m not. I do however have about 50,000 words to this story done (between this month and November). The hospital part is a small part, probably less than a chapter.
I was vague because the background wasn’t pertinent to the question I was asking. I’ve written about 20,000 words this month, not all on this story. Admittedly, that’s not a lot, but I am writing.
I was asking for a tiny bit of information - normal injuries (information that was given to me) and what sort of stuff goes on while you’re a patient (which was given to me). I didn’t ask for a plot - because I had one. I didn’t ask for names - because I had those. I didn’t ask for characters - because, fuck, I’ve got more than enough of those.
Between here and the other forum I asked, I got the small bit of information I needed on what I admitted was a stupid question. So thank you to those that helped, and the rest of you can go suck it.
Dude, that was the laziest OP I’ve seen in a long time.
“O hai, I’m writing a story whose details have not been fleshed out at all. I have a character that was in an accident… of some kind. Not sure of her injuries, not sure of how bad the accident was, not sure of what’s going on in the hospital. Maybe you guys can help me out with, you know, everything? Oh, and she has magic, so keep that in mind.”
The fuck was that? You did get constructive feedback in that thread. People told you that there were too many variables to answer your question properly, and that your premise (the little of it that there was) was fundamentally flawed. How was that not helpful?
Sorry that nobody spoon fed you a portrait of auto accidents, head injuries, and details of day-to-day interactions with hospital staff.
So very sorry, LavenderBlue. Sending hope that you and your daughter can heal from this soon.
This place has more characters than it needs.
If you only want fawning adulation for your inept ripoff bullshit, fuck off back to DeviantArt.
Oh, I’d missed that one. Why the fuck do people care so damn much what other people weigh or look like, people they’ll never meet or interact with?
Because climate change. Fat people are ruining the planet now for everybody.
Because you know, Americans are getting too fat. It could unbalance the entire planet and send us all hurling off into space! 
After years of struggling with my weight, I decided to jump off the diet train for life. My focus is on living a healthy lifestyle, pants size be damned. And I feel so much better about myself.
This is neither here nor there, but the “help me write my novel” discussion reminds me of my favorite Family Guy moment:
As a writer (well, you know, not a real one, but certainly a passionate one) I have nothing but empathy. Making shit up is hard, yo. My current novel is pretty shitty, not anywhere near ready for a second paiir of eyes, but I’m having a blast and that’s all that counts. I think the important thing is getting the bones down - worry about the details during revision.
ETA: That wasn’t a good link, sorry. I’m still trying to figure out how to link with iPad.
As I’ve mentioned before, I live in the middle of the desert. Water is a problem because we don’t have enough. We are now on extreme water rationing, and had a town meeting about it last night. I’ve been to town meetings in the past and they get pretty stupid at the end.
Last night’s meeting was mind-blowing stupid from the start. People showed up with pitchforks and torches, ready to string up the water company rep, then move on to the freeway construction project a few miles down the road…which gets water from a very different source. They blamed the same fire fighters who saved our homes for wasting water, and even blamed Bill’s company…who put the gas line in 5 years ago.
I’ve seen a lot of stupid in the past, last night made me think that everyone was saving water by drinking beer instead.
Most of the restrictions won’t bother me. I don’t wash my car in my driveway, I don’t have grass to water and I don’t have a pool. However, I do have a litterbox routine. Every weekend, I dump the litterboxes, spray them out with the hose, fill them with water and bleach, let them soak for a while, then dump the water on my trees and let them sun dry.*
I don’t want to get lynched, so I’ll be washing the boxes in the bathtub until this is over. It will take more time and water.
*I used to dump the catpee bleach water on the weeds, and got healthy clean weeds. I have since learned that the bleach is too diluted to kill plants and that ammonia nitrate, which is also diluted is great for plants.
sorry for the spelling, tonight I’m saving water by drinking beer.
Today’s the day I’m heading camping! I’m not sick. Not quite. My nose is vaguely stuffed and the sore throat comes and goes (it disappeared after a nasal rinse and gargle of salt water).
Hopefully it holds off? Or hell, just goes away completely!
Have fun! Don’t forget to pack a nasal rinse bottle or something.
I keep thinking about this post - it breaks my heart that someone piled that much more shit onto a shit-tastic situation. It occurred to me (while stuck in traffic :rolleyes:) that we may now have an updated version of the well-used “Fuck you sideways with a rusty chainsaw!”
Fuck you sideways with the cold, stiff, pointy-clawed leg of a euthanized cat.
I just want to thank everyone for your kind wishes. I realize that my mother finally gave the gift I truly needed from her: the gift of forgiveness. I’ve forgiven her for her actions and I think I can truly mourn her now.
The schmucks with the stray kitties, OTOH, can go to hell. One of them turned up yesterday at my door asking if we wanted the kitten. I gave her an abrupt no and slammed the door. Damn it. If you know you don’t have homes for any kittens then neuter your cats. There are lots of places that will do it for a very low fee. If you can’t afford the fee you can’t afford a cat.