Jimmy Carter visited Fidel Castro in Cuba--the first ex-President to do so since Castro took power (2002)
LOCK & KEY CATCH GAME
Question. "I am a gold lock."
Answer. "I am a gold key."
Q. "I am a silver lock."
A. "I am a silver key."
Q. "I am a brass lock."
A. "I am a brass key."
Q. "I am a lead lock."
A. "I am a lead key."
Q. "I am a monk lock."
A. "I am a..."
That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.
Willa Cather (1873-1947)
Still have the Hiccups of Doom. I can't keep any solid food down. AcipHex isn't working. Pepcid isn't working. I have a scrip for, uh, something (can't read the doc's handwriting), which I'm going to fill today, which he said to get if the AcipHex doesn't work.
Have an appointment with another doctor tomorrow morning.
I am beyond miserable.
In other news, yesterday was Revise Things At Licensor's Instruction Day, as I revised both Chapter 1 of StarCraft: Ghost Academy Volume 1 and Farscape: D'Argo's Trial #1 to incorporate notes from Blizzard and Henson, respectively.
For a few hours, I was hiccup-free, but then they came back with a vengeance. I haven't actually thrown up, which is a blessing, but this is really getting tiresome.
I will say that the current hiccup-fest is less intense than previous ones, but that's really miniscule comfort right present.
I really hope the doctor can fucking do something, as I'm officially sick and fucking tired of this shit. I'd also like to, y'know, eat again.
So I haven't hiccuped in hours. Aaaaaaaaaaaaand -- I held down solid food! *cue brass band*
It's possible the prescription Prilosec did the trick. Whatever -- I'll take it!