Still Here
So where have I been?
I'm still flailing and raging over idol, of course.
I've also been doing lots of charity. Aside from helping to raise funds and goods and such, I've been donating my talents to encourage and gift people for giving. It's a good thing. I can't work anymore, but I need to be creative or I get crazy and cranky with despair. So nudging away at fun that's twice awesome for other people, it's perfect.
I was also assigned yet another specialist. I wanted to go about as much as I wanted to feed myself face first into a wood chipper. But I went.
This guy was different. He asked me a crapload of questions and took 9 pages of notes. He did my last specialist the great dishonour of completely writing him and his theories out of existence. He didn't outright call him a dangerous moron who shouldn't be allowed to take medicine, let alone practice it, but the scorn was impressive, as doctor disdain always is.
He agreed with the diagnosis of my specialist before 'not a real doctor'. So, yes, I've got a disease which is progressive and untreatable, and likes to give you other diseases, like a show that keeps launching spinoffs.
And he diagnosed me with my third spinoff. Yay. It's a disease that's very hard to treat--well, of course--but he did come up with something to try. Which is better than telling me to just go away and die already, which was pretty much what 'not a real doctor' did.
So that is where we are, except for the part about pining desperately because there's only a few eps of Supernatural left....
*goes to check imdb to see how many eps left to ration*
OMG, OMFG, why did no one tell me it was confirmed back for Season 6?
But Castiel? Is Castiel back? No SHUT UP! Don't spoiler! Lalalalalala! I don't want to know!
But Misha Collins is pure concentrated awesome sauce.
I'm still flailing and raging over idol, of course.
I've also been doing lots of charity. Aside from helping to raise funds and goods and such, I've been donating my talents to encourage and gift people for giving. It's a good thing. I can't work anymore, but I need to be creative or I get crazy and cranky with despair. So nudging away at fun that's twice awesome for other people, it's perfect.
I was also assigned yet another specialist. I wanted to go about as much as I wanted to feed myself face first into a wood chipper. But I went.
This guy was different. He asked me a crapload of questions and took 9 pages of notes. He did my last specialist the great dishonour of completely writing him and his theories out of existence. He didn't outright call him a dangerous moron who shouldn't be allowed to take medicine, let alone practice it, but the scorn was impressive, as doctor disdain always is.
He agreed with the diagnosis of my specialist before 'not a real doctor'. So, yes, I've got a disease which is progressive and untreatable, and likes to give you other diseases, like a show that keeps launching spinoffs.
And he diagnosed me with my third spinoff. Yay. It's a disease that's very hard to treat--well, of course--but he did come up with something to try. Which is better than telling me to just go away and die already, which was pretty much what 'not a real doctor' did.
So that is where we are, except for the part about pining desperately because there's only a few eps of Supernatural left....
*goes to check imdb to see how many eps left to ration*
OMG, OMFG, why did no one tell me it was confirmed back for Season 6?
But Castiel? Is Castiel back? No SHUT UP! Don't spoiler! Lalalalalala! I don't want to know!
But Misha Collins is pure concentrated awesome sauce.
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