What happened?
idiotgrrl, in the context of my note this morning about going to the ER and the hospital, posted a very reasonable question: "What happened?" I understand the question, and I am grateful for the interest and concern it demonstrates. But I'm not going to answer it. First of all, because the details would bore you, and I'm not here to bore you if I can possibly avoid it.

And second, because there's a metaprinciple in the Gentle Art of Verbal Self-Defense that goes like this:

"Anything you feed will grow."

It holds for houseplants and livestock and crops and pets and children and relationships and communities and verbal altercations; it also holds for bodyglitches. The more you feed them, the more they grow.

In the case of bodyglitches, the food comes in the form of attention, and -- with a few very specialized exceptions that I won't go into at the moment -- the more attention you pay them, the more they grow. I'm not going to feed this particular bodyglitch by writing about it, or by favoring it with any other sort of attention. The day in the ER and the day in the hospital already constitute more attention than it deserves; time to cut off its nourishment.

And I am, as they say, unanimous about that.