blatherings from the bilge

As several of you have seen, I am back online and working through thirst.

surgery only had a few hitches:
1) after four hours of being without fluids due to doctor's preop instructions.. they had a hard time finding veins for IVs to use.  That was a 'fun' 25 minutes of poking and prodding.  and they were less competent at it than several persons attempting to backstab GhettoForce.

2) once the surgery was over.. well.. I was still 'under' about 10-15 minutes longer than they had figured I would be... so they were kind of annoyed and poking at me to wake me up.  Oh sure.. stab a guy repeatedly in the arm, cut into his neck and then expect him to be all light and cheery when you have to FORCE him awake?  are you freakin mental?

*sigh*
throat hurts pretty nastily and coughing or sneezing makes me feel like my head will literally fly off.  I am on a restricted diet (no Elf boots at all :( ) for several days now.

And you ask what the next step is? we wait of course.  Wait for the labs to come back on the latest piece of the gobbo to be severed and submitted for testing.  At least this time it is only about 2cm square.

Thanks for all the good thoughts and cheerful greetings from you :)

Robert/Alyxyn

Blatherings from the Bilge

The little green menace has been pretty quiet for a while as he shuffles into the guildhall.  Tired, bedraggled, looking to have lost weight and with a rather haunted look in his eyes, he drags his weapon across the floor of the guildhall to GBoss' chair.  Taking out a knife, he uses it to stab a note into the back of the throne and pin it there before opening his hatch down into the bilge.  Dropping through almost bonelessly, he closes the trapdoor after him with a loud BANG the reverbates through the halls.

When people come stumbling back from their missions, from their tortures, from their beds, there is a worn, stained and slightly damp note attached by that dagger into the throne.  Upon it is scratched the following in what may just be guard blood:

"da damned quack healers haf let me kno dat it aint ovah yet.  da sumtin in mah throats gotta com out.  Ah seez a slab agin on July 26th, roundabouts two thutty pm Pacific.  Ah hopes ta kip mah head when dey playz wit mah neck.

-Alyxyn"