, , and I went to the beach down in Chatham yesterday for a few hours before the . That was wonderful. The ocean water wasn't even freezing or anything. Plus there were these great little pools of water (not really tidepools? I dunno what they were/how they were formed) that we chased around little teeny fishies in.

Swam a bit, got a fucking good workout from simply walking on the slippery sand. My hips actually were really hurting from trying to stay balanced in that sand. Holy poo. (Also I am so very out of shape.)

Took a bunch of pictures throughout the day. I might get back "into" photography and such. I miss it, but it's a pain because my camera might be pooping out soon (dunno for sure, but certain memory card problems happen, with more than just one certain memory card, and there's dead pixels and such on certain parts of the sensor, etc.) so I am worried about that. But whatever.

The furbowl had a much smaller turnout than we expected, but I took a few pics, bowled a bit, and got to kind of have a nice chat with who seemed to really like my artwork (and ordered a hemp paper badge from me!).

The day before, my mom had really bad stomach pains and stuff, went to the hospital, and then got shipped to Boston for further help. She's since gotten her appendix removed, after they determined that it was, in fact, appendicitis.

For those who don't know, my mom is a liver transplant recipient. A few years ago she got a new liver after hers just stopped working. She was extremely sick for a few years before that, and the doctors (some of the best in the country, too!) couldn't even figure out exactly what it was that caused it. Every time she has a fever, she's gotta get medical attention usually. This is because of the fact that she's got a suppressed immune system and her body works with infections and such much differently than someone who has not had a transplant would.

Anyway... The point is, every time she gets sick, I worry a lot. Luckily, when Mom was in Boston yesterday and the night before, I was pretty occupied, so my worry didn't catch up to me that much. But for some reason, when my dad called, I got this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that it would be that something went wrong. I can't lose my mom. She's not going to die. I know that. Not yet at least (everyone's gonna die eventually). Carlycat assured me over and over that she was in good hands and such, that she wasn't going to die yet. And I know. But I still had that impending doom feeling for some weird reason.

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Oops this seems to have turned into a personal journal post. But meh.

Overall, yesterday rocked. And my mom's doing okay.

Today, I dunno. Today is a new day. It could go okay. I feel bad because I was SO EXHAUSTED last night when we came in that I didn't check what time the ParaNorman meet was, and we missed it because we slept in so late. :( Like, I feel like shit for that. I should've checked way before. /beats self up over it