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[johnny9fingers]

ankh156  should arrive this evening. He's bringing a few bottles of wine and a guitar. Should be a laugh.  However....My Kid Bro (43yrs old and I still think of him as 'my kid bro') has just gone into hospital for a problematic appendix.
Typical.
Other folk about me are upset by other things.
Woe, woe, and woe.

Blimey ankh, do you know what you're letting yourself in for?
I fear it may not be the unstressful holiday he had been expecting. I'm sure he'll survive.

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[masquedbunny.livejournal.com]

That's how old my dad was when he had his appendix out after it became gangrenous. Scared the hell out of me because my mum was away on business at the time, and I was in school when I got the call.

Hope your brother's okay. Wine should help (you, not him).

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

I hope that Mike recovers well. I hope your old man is okay. I see you have a birthday coming up, and are going to be a Methuselah like 24 years old?
For one of the young, you have a wise (and good) head on your shoulders.
Don't get too drunk on the day.
Where do we send cards, books etc?

[masquedbunny.livejournal.com]

He was out after a few days, stitches leaving him only a little worse for wear. The only lasting repercussion is that, ever since, he refuses to eat this particular kind of soup that he'd eaten just before the incident (more out of the unpleasant association--not because he thinks the food caused the onset of appendicitis).

Yes, the birthday is not too far away now. My clever plan is to do the drunken business on Saturday rather than the day, just to avoid showing up hungover at work on Monday. Actually, I might just call in sick on Monday, anyway.
And I do like getting mail (of the non-SPAM variety, at least), and as a handful of people have asked me for my mailing address in the past three days, I think I'll soon make a post in my journal with the info.

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

Alas, I'm ridiculously didactic....liable to send you something improving (and cheap) from ABE books. Don't post your address to me unless you're prepared to be educated at long distance by a pompous priggish middle-aged man.
Happy birthday for Sunday.

[tripinthehead33.livejournal.com]

Totally off-topic, but I love that movie! Strange, but very creative.

[tripinthehead33.livejournal.com]

I hope your brother does well with his surgery. I am awfully protective of my little brother, I was the closest thing to a "good" parent he had through much of our childhood even though he's only 18 months younger than I am. I always worry when he's had to undergo surgery.

upsets and things

[e4q.livejournal.com]

it's not even a full moon. (don't worry, i am only interested in the sun and the moon, i don't have an astrological bent)

good wishes to yr bro, mine is constructed as my 'wee' brother, due to location of when he really was. his 40th was this year.

awooooooooooooo!

Re: upsets and things

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

My contention has always been that it's the enemy gender I have to worry about when the moon is full.
I mean to say...werewolf myth...once a month for the time of the full moon a certain section of humanity grows hair on the palms of their hands, bays at the moon, and ain't safe around cutlery....standard definition of PMS, I deem.

Re: cutlery

[e4q.livejournal.com]

and cars.

and drink.

Re: cutlery

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

Step into the striaght jacket and the straw from the whisky glass will be placed in your mouth....we have removed all sharp objects from the area...your car keys will be returned to you as soon as you have passed the rationality test.

Yeah, women go bonkers for six days out of every twenty-eight or so, due to hormones.

Guys go mad at about thirteen and don't recover until sometime just after their thirtieth birthday....also due to hormones.

Re: cutlery

[e4q.livejournal.com]

i certainly need a nice comfy straight jacket and some sort of alcohol drip, though whiskey is not my poison, due to it being the first thing i ever got pissed on, in scotland, natch.

[alicetheowl.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. I'm not the only one who refers to her younger sibling by something indicating she's still small, even though she's grown and is taller than me. She's 23, and I call her my "little sister," which gets me odd looks when people meet her.

Having read the update already, I'm glad it's "just" an ulcer, and hope it responds well to treatment.