neurologist says my optic nerves are fine/same as last few appointments but still tells me to start taking 12 diamox a day and tells me to get out before i can ask why . also diamox like. cannot fix an issue involving my veins. but idk im not doctor so whatever
im 100% not taking 12 pills a day tho thatd hurt me. past few appointments hes just been rlly wanting me to have more diamox even tho he keeps saying im in remission but he wont answer when i ask why i need the meds then
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So to recap the last 11 days I've:
- caught covid
- hyperfixated on superbat
- read about a million words of superbat fanfic
- watched my first DC movie (Injustice)
- somehow gotten even sicker
- finally gotten back to watching season four of Gunsmoke
- came up with no less than three separate superbat fic ideas that I cannot write because I'm still too sick
- gone to the ER because y'know covid (I'm fine btw, I promise! I'm back home now)
- came up with a Gunsmoke/DCU crossover fic that is so far beyond my current capabilities I swear on the karking Force
- started reading my first comic books (Injustice: Gods Among Us)
- written a superbat fansong because of said Gunsmoke/DCU crossover fic
- I'm still sick btw
- girl help?
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thinking about sebastian squeezing me really tight and telling me things are gonna be ok. even if i'm really scared. he cradles my face and wipes my tears away with his thumbs and lets me lay on his chest. he's softly humming so i can focus on the sound of his voice as he strokes my hair and plays with the little pieces of glitter stuck between the strands. or he'll infodump about jazz just so my brain can try to focus on that instead of the things that are scaring me.
since i still cant sleep he plays something relaxing on my piano by my bed. but i still cant sleep bc i just wanna keep staring at him. and he's just shaking his head and smiling at me while playing the same lullaby over and over. "you're supposed to go to sleep." well maybe i dont wanna. maybe i wanna stare at my boyfriend's pretty face all night. hm?? what then, pretty boy??? you ever think of that?? you ever consider the fact that you're too beautiful for me to look away from??? you fool. put those baby blues away, they are dangerous.
but then he gets serious, holds my hand and kisses it, and repeats that everything is gonna turn out ok. he says it with such certainty. things will work out. and he stays with me just like that, holding my hand and whispering soothing words until i finally fall asleep.
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