Hello to new readers met at Arisia brute_force and lbitw!
Okay so far today.
Results of yesterday's appointment: She thinks I was bleeding, and wants me to check back in six weeks. "No way to be sure?" I asked. "If it's a hematoma, we don't want to stick a needle into it," she replied.
Okay. I can go with that.
I think I'm still high on all the touch-comfort from this weekend. I often touch people I like and feel comfy with - the Pooh and Piglet thing.
"Nothing - I just wanted to be sure of you."
This weekend, I got to spend a lot of time with a lot of people who grok and/or are the same way. So. Yay!
Also I got hit on by cute guys, which is always good for the self-esteem.