Home again, home again...

[xp_daytripper]

Yeah, I know, I didn't say I was going anywhere. One of those last-minute trips. However, we're back. Well, temporarially for me - I have to go over to Frost's clinic and go have all sorts of needles as a precautionary measure. Tho' the queasy feeling in my stomach isn't a good sign. Take this as a warning, kiddies - don't drink the local water, even when you're dumped into it wearing a backpack and heavy boots and you're a shortarse like I am.

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[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

Did we not go over the unexpected swimming when Nathan did it?

I wish you relatively painless punctures. Hope you feel better.

[xp_daytripper]

Hey, I went straight to the doctor on this one. No pneumonia for this little black duck. ;) Just lots of needles for stuff like cholera and typhoid. Ow.

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

Good, good. Well, not the 'ow' part, but you know what I mean.

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I started making soup before my brain caught up to the part where you have not actually lived here for some time. I may have to drop by.

[xp_daytripper]

Yeah, Pete and Wanda tend to give me that "you're an complete and utter moron" look for not looking after myself. And considering that yes, I've picked up a nice dose of gastro from adventures in unexpected swimming, I'm being good and not going to work today. There's the couch, a bunch of Black Books DVDs, and a blanket.

And a bucket. Let's not forget my new best mate, the bucket. Blargh. Apologies for the tmi, as Mark's post-it calls it.

And thanks for the idea of soup, even if it's a bit hard to make it actual soup without dealing with New York traffic. Idea of soup's actually better for my stomach right now. *wry*

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

We've been having a riot. I prefer traffic. Usually.

Once you've cleared out some of the crud and I've had a chance to get there, the actual soup might be worth a try. You do need to stay hydrated, and this is my anti-nausea recipe.

[xp_daytripper]

Yeah, I caught that on the news - you lot all right?

And I might take you up on that, o angel to distressed jet setting types. *grins* I remember that soup of yours from back in the day. The docs says this is one of those 24 hour things, but food's going to be a bit tricky for a few days. And my co-workers are all bruised.

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

Uninjured, but very annoyed.

The soup and I will be on the way.

[xp_daytripper]

You're a lifesaveer, Rahne. I'll have the kettle on when you get here - you can tell me about it over a cuppa?

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Did any of us come back without bruises or the like?

My entire face hurts.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

And I don't even want to know what your roaming charges were like over there.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

What is this "roaming charges" you speak of?

[xp_daytripper]

I'm just amused that the official Snow Valley job is the one we come back from looking like the leather brigade after a team bonding session.

There's more ice packs in the beer fridge in the office kitchen - I stowed a few away there as a 'just in case' thing.

[x-viento.livejournal.com]

My favourite part was the sand. Everywhere.

I'll bring a lavender sachet over.

[xp_daytripper]

Lavender. Brilliant. :) Thanks, Sof.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

What I want to know is how the sand got in under two shirts and my bra. I wore layers, because even if the desert is hot during the day, it was far too cold at night for my tastes, and the sand still got everywhere.

[xp_daytripper]

I'm still finding sand in the bottom of the shower. Where does it come from?

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

I'm...chafing.

At some point it would be nice to stop finding sand everywhere.