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By astrodiaper · Posted
Not sure yet. I have an idea for sliced potatoes, chili and cheese, though I might do quesadillas. Either way, I'll have to get cheese because the shredded cheese I have left may not be enough. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
$4.40 for 85, $6 for diesel. My sister and her husband started hauling campers across the country, brand new rig, etc.... Probably not a good time to start that service, but I would hope at least one of them is smart enough to factor that into costs. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
@Moochie is quite regular in his reporting. 😂 I'll usually see some while I'm at work. Meanwhile, "Astrodiaper Unplugged" seems to be moving to Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, instead of Monday and Tuesdays. Still not bad enough to break out the spare "MAG"s, yet. The past weekend was a cheap weekend, starting with a Depends M, to do my laundry at the laundromat. I got out that, for bed that morning, not really using it for it's intended purpose. I woke up around 8, putting on a BetterDry Day for dinner at the newly renovated Applebees. (I wasn't impressed with the OMC Quesadilla Burger.) I had that one on until about 3 in the morning, wetting once and messing it. It started okay, but "AstroDiaper Unpluuged", decided that the show had to be at a venue other than work. Showered, and put on a Girls XXL Goodnites, since my stomach was acting up. I wet that a little bit before cleaning up for church, with another Depends. Went to bed and woke up with that one, but not wetting it until after midnight; not really trying to push it, just enough to justify wearing it. The weekend ended with a Hapicura brief. Again, not really wanting to test the limits. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Well… hope you didn't miss me in 11 days between updates. Still enjoying the story, I hope? Act V 123. Coping Tess would have been prepared to wait for Spike; sitting outside the room for however long it took the doctors to make sure he was safe. But she didn’t get the chance, because two police officers wanted to speak to her, looking very serious. It was the first time she’d ever spoken to the police, being from a successful, middle-class family who had always chosen to live in areas with very low crime rates. But she was already so nervous just because they were there, and she was finding it hard to think straight, let alone form her thoughts into coherent words. “Your friend has some pretty serious injuries,” the first cop said. “Can you tell us what happened?” “He didn’t tell me much,” she answered as best she could, trying to stop her heart from racing in the hope that she would be able to remember the details. “He said there was a broken vodka bottle, I think. I hope he’s going to be okay.” “You didn’t see the incident? I understand you were the one who called for medical help.” “Yes,” she nodded. “I mean, no. I didn’t see it. He tried to bandage it up and walked to school on his own. Everyone was concerned. People gossip about what happened, or get scared, or tell each other they hope he’s going to be okay. I think I was the first one to think of taking him to the nurse so they could call an ambulance. He was already injured when I saw him.” “Does he often get into fights at school? Are you aware of a bullying issue or any rivalries?” “It didn’t happen at school,” Tess answered, and then thought a little more to see if she could really be sure about that. “He… turned up like that at lunch time. He wasn’t in school all morning. The only reason he’s late is when there’s family trouble to sort out. So something happened at home to make him late. And he’d attempted to bandage himself before coming to school. Probably thought determination would let him ignore those injuries. He does that sometimes. More concerned with protecting other people, always hides his own pain.” “We’ll speak to the doctors about that,” one of the cops said, and Tess got the impression that he didn’t believe her. Probably because she was so upset; but it was hard to hide that. “If he’s bandaged himself,” the other one seemed more thoughtful; like he was analysing the situation and trying to make sure he understood all the possibilities, “I would assume that means he’s been somewhere with a first aid kit. And if he has one at home, wouldn’t there have been family members to call an ambulance?” “I doubt it. I’d be willing to bet it’s his stepfather who hit him. Wouldn’t be the first time, but I’ve never seen him in such bad shape before.” The two policemen made notes, asking Tess a few more questions. But they seemed to be satisfied now they could name a possible suspect. They asked if she had any idea what might have provoked violence between the two men, and she said no without thinking. But she soon realised that wasn’t quite the truth, although she couldn’t bring herself to say what was really on her mind. Thankfully they didn’t probe too deeply, just taking down her name and address in case they needed to speak to her again, and then she was alone. A few words danced around and around in her head, giving themselves an almost supernatural significance. “Duke says I can’t see you again,” Spike had said. And the way he said it, he clearly thought that it was important. So from the little she knew of the Torrance family, she had to assume that this was the reason the man had given for assaulting Spike. She didn’t know why, but it was always hard for her when she tried to understand the motives of someone like that. But why would Duke say anything about her? She hadn’t been to their house, and had never actually met the man. And she couldn’t imagine Spike talking about her, when he usually played his cards so close to his chest. So why would Mr Torrance even know that she existed? She found herself walking up and down the corridor, feet clicking softly across the white hospital tiles. She had to face the thought that whatever had happened to Spike was somehow her fault, and that was more than she could bear. She cared about him more than anything in the world, and the only scenario she could imagine worse than losing him was knowing that she had hurt him. She didn’t ever want to do that, but she didn’t know how she could avoid it. What was it about her that Duke Torrance found so objectionable? Was it something she could fix, or would she have to stop talking to Spike just when she’d thought that there might be something real between them? It was a terrible thing even to imagine. “Tess?” someone was calling her, but she was too lost in her own thoughts, and didn’t even recognise the sound of her own name the first few times. “Tess, are you okay? Can you hear me?” Eventually, she shook her head and turned around. Ffrances was there now, and Tess just hugged her without speaking a word. She didn’t have the right words to say, but she didn’t need them right now. She just needed to be strong, so that she could be there for Spike when he needed her. But even being calm enough to make decisions was hard when she had to face the thought that this was all her fault. Ffrances didn’t try to talk about it. She didn’t ask what was wrong, or push Tess to give any kind of answers. But she was there with hugs, strong and comforting. It was the first time Tess had seen her with such a serious expression, and she wondered if this was why Gabby found it so hard to treat her as a baby. If this was the side of Ffrances she had known first, it would surely influence any future interactions. Ten minutes later, Tess was sitting in one of the hospital’s uncomfortable plastic chairs, head resting against Ffrances’s chest and sobbing gently. The older woman was a rock, firmly reassuring. But Tess knew that this was just a brief reversal of the normal situation. Once she could stop blaming herself and think about the words seriously, she sat up straight and lined up all the thoughts that she needed to put into words. “Thank you,” she said first. “I really needed that. It was just so tangled up in my head, I didn’t know where to start dealing with it. A clear head works better. So thank you.” “Feeling better now?” Ffrances said, and raised an eyebrow just a fraction. “It might be easier if you want to let yourself feel littler. I know for a lot of people it’s comforting.” “I think I did a little. Crying like that put me on the edge of that headspace. And perhaps it does help, like Gabby keeps saying. But that’s just putting the anxiety on hold, you know, at the back of my mind. I can’t ignore my problems.” “Different people have different ways of coping with difficult situations,” Ffrances confirmed. “For Gabby, it’s being told what to do so that when everything comes crashing down it isn’t her fault. Or convincing herself that she doesn’t actually care. Myself, I look for the silver linings, but being too deep in littlespace to even know about the problems helps me a lot. When I get the chance. I think you’re like me in that way, and regressing will help you to deal with things that are otherwise intractable. But you have something else, don’t you? When something terrible happens, the thing that gives you the most comfort is doing something about it. As long as there’s an action you can take, you know you can get through it. So sitting in the waiting room – or the corridor outside the operating room, I guess – is the place all that breaks down. A time you might need help to let go of your natural responses, and have that little break.” “No,” Tess shook her head firmly. “I mean, okay… you’re right in general. But never tell Gabby I said that. There’s that one situation where she might be right. If there’s a time I really can’t do anything, or I’m burning myself out on something that won’t really help, maybe being the baby would be good for me. Even if I can’t admit it to myself. But! Not right now. I called you for a reason, you know? We need an adult with professional standing to sign the forms, but you also need to know what’s happening. There might not be much I can do now, but I can bring you up to speed, and try to work out what happened. I don’t need a break until there’s nothing left for me to do.” “Right. So, Spike’s in emergency care. I signed an oversight declaration for Dr Muntz to give stitches and urgent care as he sees fit without requesting parental approval. They didn’t tell me what’s happened, but I’m guessing some kind of domestic violence if he doesn’t want his family finding out. Or something related to Mr Torrance’s business?” “Broken bottle,” Tess said, shivering as she remembered what Spike had looked like earlier. Just the fact that he would rather go to school like that than get the doctors involved was terrifying; it told her what a difficult situation he was living in now. “Duke hit him in the face, I think. And it’s my problem. Duke has something against me, I have no idea why, and he took it out on Spike.” “I… I don’t know what to say to that. I wouldn’t think Mr Torrance has even heard of you. Possibly he’s heard something tenth hand, from kids at the school who buy from him or something. Or it’s in general, he doesn’t think Spike should be dating. But – I know, your relationship isn’t defined in a traditional sense, but I don’t think he’d understand that. And I heard that he’s been mad before because Spike didn’t have a girlfriend, like it’s required to prove your masculinity. I can’t think why… unless the actual anger is because Spike wasn’t at home when some chore needed doing. I think that when Spike stays in the office, Mr Torrance thinks he’s with a girl. It can’t be anything personal, can it?” “I don’t know. But I don’t want to see him hurt again. If it’s me that’s the problem, maybe I need to step back. I won’t put him in danger. But if it’s just being out of the house that’s the problem, that’s not workable. He’ll have to give a police statement, and he can stay here until we can sort out some permanent arrangement. He can move in with us if I can’t find anything better.” “I wonder what Gabby would say about that,” Ffrances mused, but with a half smile as if she could see something Tess hadn’t yet picked up on. “Putting those two under the same roof might lead to some drama. I think he’d be reluctant to–” “Better awkward than dead,” Tess said, with slightly more confidence than she felt. “He’s been trying to placate the monster for six years, and it only keeps getting him hurt. If he’s too nervous to sort things out properly, then we need to make that decision for him.”
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