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Jul. 14th, 2006 12:54 pmmy own bed.
yes, the redheads actually let me go. i wasn't expecting that - had a bit of a rough night last night, but they put me through a whole battery of tests this morning and were satisfied with the results. so here i am, out of the infirmary. although i'll have daily checkups for a little while and i'm supposed to continue to discover the joy of mostly-bedrest for at least the next couple of days. fie on that, i say.
still no sign of my powers. the professor thinks they've decided to run away and hide for a while, and i suppose i really can't blame them. i have not exactly treated them all that well as of late.
i feel better. eyes aren't playing tricks on me quite so much - although i'm still eschewing the use of the shift key, mostly because it takes so long to type if i don't. still have the occasional coughing fit, but my arm hurts more than my chest at the moment, which is probably a good sign.
it's a strange feeling, knowing that the virus is gone after i've been living with it for so long. it's a relief, don't get me wrong. knowing that i no longer have something in my system that can kill me if i overexert my powers. rachel's crawling around on the floor in here and i keep thinking that my chances of seeing her grow up just increased exponentially. i suppose i'd been trying really hard not to think about that, before?
there's other stuff to do with all of this that i'm trying very hard not to think about right now. i don't really care if that's psychologically unhealthy and jack would kick me, either. i'm tired and i don't want to dwell on nasty secrets and old rat bastards and their poor timing.
yes, the redheads actually let me go. i wasn't expecting that - had a bit of a rough night last night, but they put me through a whole battery of tests this morning and were satisfied with the results. so here i am, out of the infirmary. although i'll have daily checkups for a little while and i'm supposed to continue to discover the joy of mostly-bedrest for at least the next couple of days. fie on that, i say.
still no sign of my powers. the professor thinks they've decided to run away and hide for a while, and i suppose i really can't blame them. i have not exactly treated them all that well as of late.
i feel better. eyes aren't playing tricks on me quite so much - although i'm still eschewing the use of the shift key, mostly because it takes so long to type if i don't. still have the occasional coughing fit, but my arm hurts more than my chest at the moment, which is probably a good sign.
it's a strange feeling, knowing that the virus is gone after i've been living with it for so long. it's a relief, don't get me wrong. knowing that i no longer have something in my system that can kill me if i overexert my powers. rachel's crawling around on the floor in here and i keep thinking that my chances of seeing her grow up just increased exponentially. i suppose i'd been trying really hard not to think about that, before?
there's other stuff to do with all of this that i'm trying very hard not to think about right now. i don't really care if that's psychologically unhealthy and jack would kick me, either. i'm tired and i don't want to dwell on nasty secrets and old rat bastards and their poor timing.
