i_amthecosmos

Thursday I went to my GP for among other things, to get some help with my legs. I've been having painful pins and needles in my thighs, also numbness, burning-all the fun little nerve tricks. I thought I'd ask him for a referral, or something. Anything. I got bupkis.

Turned out his office let me wait over an hour before telling me that he had left earlier. And they only told me because I'd ask. Since I was there, and fasting, I insisted on being seen anyway. A nurse who was able to do so filled my prescriptions, and another doctor saw my briefly. She promised to get some medication for my legs, but it was never given to the pharmacy.

Today I tried to get out of bed, and screamed in pain. I immediately got up and called out of work, and then we went to urgent care. I had to wait a long time, because someone had to be sent to the hospital. But the doctor did see me, and her theory was it was from my back. I wouldn't be surprised-my back had been fairly all right. Maybe it got jealous of all the problems I'd had with my lungs and decided to show me who's boss, I don't know.

So she took some x-rays, got me a couple of shots and some meds, and things are somewhat better now. It's not 100%, but I'm not in a lot of pain. Still some numbness though.

One thing though, she prescribed me some muscle relaxants. My pre-sober self LOVED muscle relaxants with booze. They were fun. It's so funny, I'm 14 years sober, and when I saw those pills, a little voice in the back of my head said "HI FRIEND! FRIEND! LET'S GET WASTED!" But no, no, have to take them like an adult. Being medicated for my mental illness makes a BIG difference.

Oh, and my blood sugar is high. Tomorrow I'll bring that up while I'm looking for a new GP.

MCR actually broke up. To say that is a surprise is an understatement-they were still working on music. I'm puzzled, but I'm sure we won't get much of an explanation. I know a lot of fans want one now, but after the way Bob left, I don't expect one.

I don't really know how I feel about it-I was devastated when Bob left, and I had been out of the fandom for about a year. It's been about three more years and now I'm just like "oh". I don't understand it really, but I'm not crying into my keyboard either.

It's been so fun to me fandom-wise, because I was in bandom from about 2004-ish to 2008, and then about a year or two into Adam Lambert fandom, most of my Adam people started getting into bandom! It was this lovely second wave and it was so much fun for me to see everyone getting involved. I could've done more to help people catch up, but there was a lot of enabling going on on that front. :)

Oh well. Think of all the interesting projects! Ray will probably do something awesome-I can't see him not playing music. Frank has Leathermouth and he'll probably have six other bands as well since "resting" seems to be a foreign concept to him. Gerard will probably do more comics, and I'd be happy if he did other stuff, branched out. Like do a voice for a kid's cartoon, something silly.

Then there's Mikey. Mikey to me, needs some time away from the spotlight. I hope he does.

And actually, I'm glad in a way we got a clean "we broke up" over a "we're on hiatus". Even though Fall Out Boy turned out to be telling the truth about the "hiatus", most bands don't.

Fandom: Adam Lambert
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,167
Prompt: Ball/Dance/Prom, from cottoncandy_bingo
Summary: Adam can’t bring Tommy to the prom, but that doesn’t mean they can’t have a dance.
Disclaimer: None of this is real. This is a non-profit work of fan fiction. Please do not Tweet it to anyone who is portrayed in this story. Thank you.
Warnings: Underage sex (boys are seventeen)
Notes: This is a tag to We Dance to the Sound of Sirens. It takes place a few months later, on prom night.


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Happy Tresspassing Day, my fellow Glamberts. I will be impatiently waiting for my copy to show up.

I bought three copies-the one I pre-ordered in January, the UK edition that I was gifted the money for, and one for Youth First Texas. (YFT's amazon gift page is addictive. I want to buy them everything!)

I need to write a ficlet or something to celebrate. I have a chapter and a new story in the works but they're gonna take a while. I just want to write a little to celebrate.

Buster the dog was put down at appoximately 11:00 am today.

She was a sweet baby girl right up until she went under sedation. Thank you all for your help and thoughs for us.

I took the dog to the surgery center today, after a merry run-around trying to find it.

She hasn't had the surgery. Because it's going to be $2,500 at minimum. That's the estimate.

Also, she has a highly elevated white blood count. She's got a growth on her gum, which she's had before and it was biopsied and found to be benign. But the surgeon is worried.

So, maybe she also has cancer. We don't know.

Also, I am instructed to buy a crate-she is not supposed to walk until the surgery and then not for six weeks *after*. Oh my god. Remember, this is a dog that catches critters and jumps the fence reguarlly. She will hate this.

PayPal button is still open. But I just don't even know when the surgery will be. The money that has come in has reimbursed the existing vet bills, and I thank everyone for that.

Just...fuck.

So, my dog Buster is eleven years old. She loves to hunt and chase things-squirrels, birds, doesn't matter. Nobody ever told her she was getting older and she still likes to romp around like a three year old dog.

This past weekend, she was running and snapped a ligament in her back right leg. She will need surgery for it next week. I don't know how much we're going to need, but the visit just to get her x-rayed was $285. And for this, she has to see a specialist.

So...here's my paypal button for Buster's surgery. If you can donate anything I'd really love you forever. I will probably put this on my fic lj too. She needs this, since the only other thing to do would be keep her on pain meds, and that's no solution. Thank you.

Edit: It will probably take a couple of days to verify the donations, because PayPal is being skittish about our bank for some reason. We think it's going to be fine, but if you want to wait a couple of days, that's cool.

Today is day before Thanksgiving at work. We are closed Thanksgiving proper, so we'll be nuts. I do not have the energy for this. I just got up from a nap (I'm still waking up with the alarm, but if I need more sleep, I can always go back to bed later. I have to make allowances for an extreme circumstance like this). I'm just really fucking tired.

Mom informed me that I am expected for "real" Thanksgiving even though we've already had it. It's for my cousin. Her family situation is bad enough that she's adopted my parents as subsitute grandparents, and is coming over to visit. That's great, but I have no energy for this. I hate to say it, but I don't think I can deal with my mom. I'm too tired to.

Maybe I need ten hours sleep and then it'll be okay.