Well This Started Out Well
Jun. 30th, 2015 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickWoke up around 3:30 this morning to screaming -- my mother was going downstairs to hit the bathroom, and she missed the last step on the stairs. Result? A really bad knee sprain that means a brace, crutches, and having to stay off her feet for the next two weeks. And if it doesn't stop hurting by then, she might have to have surgery. Fun, right? As you can imagine, this basically screwed up any anniversary plans that they had. . .though they still managed to get cheesecake, which was yum. But yeah, she's out of work for a while, and all we can do really is wait and hope it heals on its own. *sigh* This was not how anyone us wanted to spend the day.
Rest of the day was actually okay -- I finished up my final day on the intern project, and started reading up on the program that I'll be using in my new duties. Which was harder than expected -- my usual late bedtime coupled with the early awakening and needing to relax before getting back to sleep (hard when you're worried about your mom's health) meant that I was pretty tired this morning. For a little while before lunch, I was seriously afraid I might drift off over the binder. Fortunately getting some food in me and going out for a quick walk seemed to help. And I managed to retain some of what I read. The program doesn't look too difficult to come to grips with. We'll just see how things go once I'm actually using it. I also discovered just how hard it is to actually explain to someone precisely what it is I do -- I work with a lot of different Excel files at different times, and while the synthesis is obvious to me, it took a lot of explaining to help my replacement figure it out! At least I'll still be in the same office area so I can answer questions.
Now I have to do my tumblr queues, but before that,gigs_83, I believe I owe you a fic:
Knock knock knock. "Hello?" Knock knock. "E-excuse me, please. . . ."
Lisa groaned as she dragged herself out of bed, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Ugh, what was the use of being one of the highest-ranking and most respected dragon-ladies in the Vale if you couldn't sleep late? You'd think people would know not to bother me if the Tower isn't set on Daylight! Yawning, she swayed her way to the front door. "Yes, hello, what is it?"
The pale young man before her shifted from foot to foot, clutching a blanket-wrapped bundle tightly in his arms. "I am s-sorry to disturb you so early," he murmured, voice quiet and shy. "It's just – I've been asking a-around, and everyone says you're the best healer in this group of islands. . . ."
Well, that was better than coffee for waking her up. Lisa straightened, suddenly all business. "What kind of dragon, and what are the symptoms?"
Something chirruped sadly from the blanket. The man uncovered it to reveal the head of a baby Polarian dragon – though this one looked rather more green than blue. "His name's Galileo," the man reported. "He's been with us about a fortnight, living in our Hibernation Cave until we can upgrade the Galaxy islands again. We've made sure he and Grimes – he's our second Dungeon – have had plenty of toys and sunlight and fresh air, and he seemed happy enough up until yesterday night. Supper is always dragon fruit, and for some reason he wouldn't touch it. We thought p-perhaps he just had an upset tummy, or was a bit tired of the same thing, but then he refused breakfast too. . . ." The man peered at her with anxious brown eyes. "Please t-tell me this isn't anything too serious."
Lisa gave him a reassuring smile. Poor guy – he was so nervous. But then again, she would be too in his place. "It probably isn't," she said, taking the little dragon and stroking his head. He chirruped again and stuck his nose in the folds of his bundle. "I won't know for sure until I've properly examined him, of course, but dragons are pretty tough cookies. Come on in and we'll see if we can't get this little guy feeling better." She stepped out of the doorway so her visitor could get inside. "What's your name, anyway?"
The man smiled, clearly soothed by her words. "Victor. Victor Van Dort."
I figure DragonVale-fic is always a good bet -- and hey, we were just talking about how Lisa always seems to end up being a doctor. . . :P This is based partially on the situation in my own park -- while obviously dragons can't get sick, I do have a Polarian and a Dungeon (twin) going by Galileo and Grimes respectively in my Hibernation Cave. I figured it worked as a good set-up for the fic. Hope you enjoy!
All right, off to replies. Night all!
Rest of the day was actually okay -- I finished up my final day on the intern project, and started reading up on the program that I'll be using in my new duties. Which was harder than expected -- my usual late bedtime coupled with the early awakening and needing to relax before getting back to sleep (hard when you're worried about your mom's health) meant that I was pretty tired this morning. For a little while before lunch, I was seriously afraid I might drift off over the binder. Fortunately getting some food in me and going out for a quick walk seemed to help. And I managed to retain some of what I read. The program doesn't look too difficult to come to grips with. We'll just see how things go once I'm actually using it. I also discovered just how hard it is to actually explain to someone precisely what it is I do -- I work with a lot of different Excel files at different times, and while the synthesis is obvious to me, it took a lot of explaining to help my replacement figure it out! At least I'll still be in the same office area so I can answer questions.
Now I have to do my tumblr queues, but before that,
gigs_83, I believe I owe you a fic:Knock knock knock. "Hello?" Knock knock. "E-excuse me, please. . . ."
Lisa groaned as she dragged herself out of bed, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Ugh, what was the use of being one of the highest-ranking and most respected dragon-ladies in the Vale if you couldn't sleep late? You'd think people would know not to bother me if the Tower isn't set on Daylight! Yawning, she swayed her way to the front door. "Yes, hello, what is it?"
The pale young man before her shifted from foot to foot, clutching a blanket-wrapped bundle tightly in his arms. "I am s-sorry to disturb you so early," he murmured, voice quiet and shy. "It's just – I've been asking a-around, and everyone says you're the best healer in this group of islands. . . ."
Well, that was better than coffee for waking her up. Lisa straightened, suddenly all business. "What kind of dragon, and what are the symptoms?"
Something chirruped sadly from the blanket. The man uncovered it to reveal the head of a baby Polarian dragon – though this one looked rather more green than blue. "His name's Galileo," the man reported. "He's been with us about a fortnight, living in our Hibernation Cave until we can upgrade the Galaxy islands again. We've made sure he and Grimes – he's our second Dungeon – have had plenty of toys and sunlight and fresh air, and he seemed happy enough up until yesterday night. Supper is always dragon fruit, and for some reason he wouldn't touch it. We thought p-perhaps he just had an upset tummy, or was a bit tired of the same thing, but then he refused breakfast too. . . ." The man peered at her with anxious brown eyes. "Please t-tell me this isn't anything too serious."
Lisa gave him a reassuring smile. Poor guy – he was so nervous. But then again, she would be too in his place. "It probably isn't," she said, taking the little dragon and stroking his head. He chirruped again and stuck his nose in the folds of his bundle. "I won't know for sure until I've properly examined him, of course, but dragons are pretty tough cookies. Come on in and we'll see if we can't get this little guy feeling better." She stepped out of the doorway so her visitor could get inside. "What's your name, anyway?"
The man smiled, clearly soothed by her words. "Victor. Victor Van Dort."
I figure DragonVale-fic is always a good bet -- and hey, we were just talking about how Lisa always seems to end up being a doctor. . . :P This is based partially on the situation in my own park -- while obviously dragons can't get sick, I do have a Polarian and a Dungeon (twin) going by Galileo and Grimes respectively in my Hibernation Cave. I figured it worked as a good set-up for the fic. Hope you enjoy!
All right, off to replies. Night all!
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Date: 2015-07-01 01:24 am (UTC)Also I hope your mom gets better soon. *wince*
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Date: 2015-07-01 01:31 am (UTC)Yeah, me too. And I hope your mom is doing okay. *fingers crossed*