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[Apr. 3rd, 2008|01:27 pm] |
Gibbs is a very good patient. He breathes deeply when told to, drinks lots of liquids, doesn't try to remove his IV drip, and only complains about the pain when his nose is reset.
He needs help to get out of bed. There's nothing really wrong with his legs, but the whole affair has left him pretty weak and shaky. Luckily, he seems to be able to use the bathroom on his own, though. That'd be humiliating.
He dreams a lot while he's in the clinics, under the influence of various drugs. Sometimes they're nice dreams, like the scrambled images he gets of Melinda as a mermaid on Shell Beach, making little aquatic snails with clock faces set in the shells. Sometime they're not so nice, like the one where Ume and the Strangers have caught him and are throwing him back and forth like a rag doll...
He wakes up gasping and sweating from that one, and struggles not to sleep afterward.
((Open thread if anyone wants to visit him while he recovers in the clinics. He may be moved before too long.)) |
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| I could get to like Halloween |
[Nov. 1st, 2007|08:10 am] |
~Oh, you beautiful doll, you great big beautiful doll.
Let me put my arms about you, I don't want to live without you.
Oh,you beautiful doll, you great big beautiful doll.
If you ever leave me, how my heart would ache.
I want to hug you, but I fear you'd break.
Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, you beautiful doll......Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, you beautiful doll.~ |
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[Apr. 13th, 2007|10:49 am] |
Twelve o’clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
((placeholder, yo)) |
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