the world after horace the gallbladder

Let's all please have a moment of silence for Horace, for he is no more. Except in stuffed, plush form.

I kind of want to give a coherent narrative of events, but at eight they gave me what the nurse assured me was the drug equivalent of a margarita, and boy howdy was she right. I was wheeled into the operating room, and from what I can gather, the margarita drug combined with the anesthesia set off retrograde amnesia, so I have no memories of anything that happened as of five minutes after I went into the OR to wait. At that point, no doctors had arrived and I was still clutching HoraceA (the plush gall bladder) and The Madelyn Bear and had one of my necklaces wrapped around HoraceA because years ago a friend gave it to me to wear during my second bout with hospitalization due to pnuemonia.

When I woke up in my room again, I wasn't sure what was going on or why anything hurt, but lo and behold, I was still clutching all my comfort stuffed animals and my necklace. I mean, they had to have taken them from me before they started surgery, but the weird thing is, I was holding them pretty much exactly how I remember from the OR. They released me at ten AM. Basically, it feels like I went to the hospital for a fraught, tense nap wearing a hideous nightie and no underwear. Which is actually pretty disconcerting.

God this is weird.

Entrance wound is about an inch and a half to two inches starting just outside the belly button and going in. There's some slight bruising to the left of the incision, the inner button, if you will, is wrinkling in a faint counter-clockwise twist, and the entire mess is covered in a coat of what appears to be surgical-grade superglue. It did turn out to be single incision. And my God do all my stomach muscles hurt (I assume, from reading, this is because they pumped the belly cavity with air to make scoping and cutting easier).

Owww. There are only three really decent positions; because I didn't cry, I assume my favorite laptop-holding position became one of those.

I have eaten an ultimate cheeseburger from Jack in the Box and am drinking Dunkin Donuts coffee with caffeine, chased with Tylenol-3.

So hi! And thank you all for all the comforting messages of support and encouragement. You have no idea how much that meant to me, and how much it really did help. And also because I could not face telling everyone on LJ I chickened out again.

*HUGS ALL OF YOU* T3 makes me realllllly affectionate.

multifandom recs - the comfort fic collection

So I wanted some comfort fic and went to look up some old favorites. Most of these I've recced before.

Yet Another Snape Meets the Dursleys Story by rabbit and v-Jinx-v, Harry Potter, gen - totally gen h/c emotional porn. I love this story. This is one of my go-to comfort fics for the entire Snape Meets The Dursleys, Realizes How Much They Suck, Hates Them So Much, Is Generally Fucking Kick Ass and Super Competent While Dudley Turns Out to Eventually Be Awesome and Snape and Harry Bond So Much. It hits all my gen h/c kinks, with the Pathetic!Brave!Stoic!So!Goddamn!Gryffindor!Harry and Reluctantly!Admitting!Bias!Against!Harry!And!Uber!Competent!Snape and the sucky Dudsleys so very much told on child abuse and being shitty human beings and my personal favorite Personal!Growth!Dudley.

..wow, count those capital letters.

Nightblooming Heartsease by julad fic Transfigurations (Harry Potter, Harry/Draco) which is also a favorite fic but not a comfort fic. If you've read this, you may or may not get why I love this one when I really want to feel warm and fuzzy because yeah, I know how it ends, but ending was part of the journey and the entire thing is gorgeous. The author created the prequel whole as an exploration of the lives of Snape and Neville during war that occurred before the events of Transfigurations and took great pains to not only write fully-fleshed, three dimensional characters but a fully fleshed, uncertain, gorgeous three dimensional relationship that explained how being different people didn't necessarily mean there isn't common ground to be explored and cherished. It's wartime desperation and amazing domestic sweetness and two people who work together and learn together and then fall in love together. Warning: character death. But honest to God, that's part of what makes it comfort fic.

Goodnight Moon by yahtzee, Joan of Arcadia/The Day After Tomorrow crossover, gen - it's wistful and dreamy and sad in the very best, most uplifting, most human way possible. When this hit fandom, I think everyone recced it. And it was totally worth it.

An Affair to Remember by Tira Nog, SGA, AU, John/Rodney - yes, it's a SGA version of the movie. This is emotional porn for me. I only read it once a year now so as to keep that fresh reaction of just ridiculous amounts of tear-wiping and contented purring.

Fearless, Mindless Fancy by giddygeek, SGA, AU, John/Rodney - it's adorable and creepy and wonderful adn so much fun. John is a psychic! Rodney has a TV show about science and debunks this kind of thing! THEY THEN HUNT GHOSTS!

Benediction by thete1 - this was one of the earliest Smallville fics written and still among my absolute favorite for being gorgeous and sweet and everything Lex and Clark could have been.

Ice by merryish, Smallville, Clark/Lex - I love this story. There is a storm! And a barn! And Clark and Lex with no idea what the hell they're doing but going to try anyway. You know. To keep warm. Emotional intensity plus hotness can never go wrong. <--link corrected, thanks to merrily for the link

Omiai by Rose Emily, Smallville, AU, Clark/Lex - arranged marriage fic! Secretly falling in love! Angst! God, this one is every cliche I love done briliantly well. And long, long, long.

Primary by velvetglove, Smallville, Clark/Lex - a long, slow, deliciously building relationship after many years and much heartbreak and so wallowable.

Loves Me Not by astolat, SGA, John/Rondey - in which nothing in this not hilarious and sweet and funny and adorable and sure, Rodney loves chocolate, but kind of thinking that's not the only reason it goes this way.

If anyone wants to throw out their go-to-comfort fics? I would not like, be opposed or anything.