No joy in Memphis

rafaela called last night, sick and miserable, sporting lower back pain that Tylenol won't touch, a low-grade fever, general irritation, and (luckily) intentions to see the doctor first thing this morning. Said doctor confirmed what we all were thinking: kidney infection. In other words, a whole heaping bowlful of No Fun.

So now the poor girl's on a seven-day run of some scorching antibiotics with a rest-and-fluids chaser, and she's still in pain, and... *sigh* Y'know, this is the part I really hate about long-distance relationships. I should be tucking her into bed, giving her hot tea, rubbing her shoulders, giving her full control of the remote, but there's this stupid thousand-mile gap preventing it. At least she's in good hands, with a good caretaker. That helps me rest more easily.

When I told her that I'd be mentioning this in LJ, she asked that I pass along a message: "Any prayers, positive thoughts and well-wishes are welcome. I need all the help I can get." I'll second that.

A few things

1) Hi, ladyxia! *waves* What brings you to these parts?

2) I notice that I'm rapidly approaching my 500th entry. I feel like I should do something momentous and splendiferous with that post, but I'm coming up blank; any suggestions, anyone?

3) (This actually happened a week and a half ago, but it's taken me this long to admit it.) My ex-mom-in-law watches American Idol pretty regularly, so when I came through the living room the other day the TV was showing some girl mangling "New Attitude" on stage. That's when the following came out of my mouth:

"Oooo, no, no, bad choice of song. That's the one that killed Tamyra in Season 1. [pause] And just the fact that I know that is reason enough for you all to kill me."

It's the ex-mom-in-law's fault. Not mine. Hers.