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1.) V is for Victoly and also for I am going to Bloomington next week. (I would do it tomorrow, but I'm really not feeling up to it as of right this instant and also there is no way I can possibly marathon the 9 or 10 books I couldn't be arsed to read in the past month in 24 hours or less. I hate me, you guys.)

2.) Dear body: PLEASE STOP MENSTRUATING. YOU HAVE PROVED YOUR POINT. WE ARE NOT HAVING ANY OF TOSHIRO MIFUNE'S SAMURAI BABIES THIS MONTH (not that we were going to anyway, but I digress). I GET IT. NO MORE BLOOD PLZ. There's still a couple of days for it to die down. Any longer than that and I'm going to kill myself. I forgot how much I hated this shit until I had to put up with it again because it was such a relief to have my body working properly again.

3.) Where the hack is my copy of The Chrysanthemum and the Sword? I hope to God this isn't one of those things where I Put It Away Somewhere and then Forgot Where I Put It. NOOOOOOO.
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FUCK YOU SHITTY UTERUS

YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED IN MY ABDOMINAL CAVITY EVER AGAIN
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1.) Dear body, the thing where blood comes out of my genitals every month REALLY SUCKS, not to mention IS NASTY. Can we please fast-forward 20+ years or so and finish it off? Thanks.
1a.) It's day 5, so hopefully it won't be much longer now.

2.) I was so tired after my Herculean Labors yesterday (doctor's appointment, library, yapped at [livejournal.com profile] imperfectkatoru for a couple of hours, finished a story for [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas, helped put groceries away) that I pretty much collapsed at 6 p.m. Consequently, did not get to see Sanjuro yesterday. However, I will be home at a reasonable hour today.

3.) Dude. I do not want to go to work in an hour.
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Dear Red Cross: I will donate to help the people of Chile when I get paid. But I'm not getting paid for several more days, and when I do, I have some First World problems to take care of, viz. my car and credit card payment. After that, we'll see; I'm sure I can scrape something up for you. Love, l33.

I can't help hoping that H is okay, what with recent tsunami activity, even though I'll likely never find out whether that hope is misplaced or not. Famous last words: "This will probably be the last time I talk about H in public". Lololol @ me.

This section has been cut for your protection. Also, TMI. )

The exciting rundown of my exciting week! )

Plans for the immediate future: Eat dinner (chicken with balsamic peppers, mmm, also mashed potatoes with mascarpone cheese, mmm); continue to clean den; complete FAFSA. The Indiana state deadline has changed since the last time I filled out a FAFSA; it's now 10 March. My goal is to have it mailed by the 3rd. (I know I can do it electronically, but it's easier for me not to. Yes, I am a Luddite that way.)

So. How is everybody out there in Int0rbuttzland?
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I took the car for an oil change this morning (finally) and asked them to take a look at the shocks and brakes. The shocks are fine, thankfully, but the front brakes needed new pads. Good-bye, paycheck! What fun we could have had together! Seriously, I would have liked to build up some savings or something, but obviously that wasn't going to happen this month. (Also, they came up with a whole laundry list of stuff that probably needs to be done, and I can't say I disagree with it in principle, but I don't have a grand to drop on the car right now, so I guess it's going to be little by little. I knew some of this was stuff that I was on borrowed time with already--f'rinstance, the battery is the battery that was in the car when I bought it, but I think I can nurse it through another month if I have to.)

Trip to Salem: Not happening this weekend.

Fun DIY project: Also not happening this pay period.

On the other hand, I did call my insurance company and found out that Depo is covered, so YAY. This is good as the impending Crimson Tide did in fact arrive and now I just have to make an appointment and get the prescription filled WHEEYAY. :DDDD

I really, really wish H were still around.
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1.) I made a lemon pound cake last night. It is totally radical, dude, though not radical like teenaged ninja.

2.) Got a message today from the doctor's office. Turns out they got the lipids-and-hormones bloodwork back before they got the insulin bloodwork back. They want me to come back in 3 months to have follow-up bloodwork done and see how I'm responding to the metformin, which has never happened before, but other than that, nothing to worry about.

3.) I can't tell whether my abdominal discomfort is impending Crimson Tide or whether it's from doing sit-ups yesterday. Yeah, I'm trying to get back on the wagon because I'm as heavy as I ever want to be, thanks. I'm sure the lemon cake isn't helping there, but dammit, I wanted some delicious lemon cake.

4.) I only have to work 4 hours tomorrow and then I'm off for two days and I think I might go to Salem on Friday, because a.) close proximity to the Waffle House (I am craving breakfast for some reason) and b.) I haven't been to Salem in a couple of years (has it really been that long?) and would like to poke around in the records and also visit their awesome used bookstore, which magically contains whatever I feel like reading (trufax).

5.) Yeah. I think that's it.
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I've answered all my LJ comments, which means H's most recent e-mail has floated towards the top of my Gmail again, which dredges up pretty much everything I don't want to think about. And when my awesome paper lantern arrives so I can get excited and fix up some kind of workspace (and Get Serious About Writing Shit, I guess), I'll delete the order confirmation and shipping e-mails, so then it'll be at the top of my e-mail. Plz feel free to spam the hell out of me. (I am a dilatory correspondent at best, especially if I know LJ is among the fastest ways to get ahold of you, so I don't really want to promise that I'll write back, but I'll make a manful stab at it.)

Also, I have put Rashomon at the top of my Netflix queue because the two stages of grief are Samurai Movies and Acceptance. I like my model of the stages of grief better, anyway. Though "grief" may not be an appropriate word, since it's not like H died or anything.

I am trying not to have any panic in re: omg what if the Provera doesn't work, but since I think I felt the beginnings of cramps today, that's probably an unfounded fear. I am not looking forward to this, y'all.
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So I had my assorted body parts put through their paces today. Didn't manage to do bloodwork, since I have stealth veins; I'm pale, so they're visible through my skin, but they're buried deep and have a tendency to roll. There's a limit to how many times I can be stuck before it becomes an exercise in futility, so the nurse gave up and stopped after trying to stick me twice. On the one hand, this means I was spared a huge mound of gauze forming a visible mound under the sleeve of my sweater. On the other, it means they had to write me an order for bloodwork, so I now have to hie me to the lab at some point during the next week or so (if I wait too long, the meds and their effects will be visible in my system).

This ought to meet my deductible for the year.

Also, I am going to cut this next bit for TMI so you can skip it if you don't enjoy listening to WTMI (way too much information, all the time!).

I love the smell of TMI in the morning. It smells like...victoly. )

[/TMI]

In re: the events of yesterday, I don't know how I'm feeling yet. It's going to take a while. I'm not overly worried, though; I'll get there. One Day At A Time or some such.

OH AND ALSO. I am reading The Far Side of the World (Patrick O'Brian) for the first time and omg I am in looooove. I liked the movie (Master and Commander), but the book is just squeeful, and omg I love Aubrey and Maturin and I'm about halfway through and the whole thing is just so awesome for serious.

If you wrote something exactly to my taste, it would be...well, it would be the Iliad, probably, but it would definitely be a historical boys' book with blood and thunder and so on. :D
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So, here's the score.

+ I do indeed have an ear infection. Medically, I'm clear to go back to work, which both makes me feel better (because it's not like I OMG HAVE TO stay home) and makes me unhappy (because, um, I hate my job and all).

+ Amoxicillin is my special friend.

+ End result: most of my paycheck, which I picked up today, got blown on frivolous luxuries such as my car payment, gas, and medical care. If I can't find another job soon, I don't know what I'm going to do; it'll probably involve willing myself to die.

+ We had a storm last night, which uprooted our tomato plant. This makes me want to cry, but I don't have any energy left.
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OMG YOU GUYS I THINK THERE'S AN EAR INFECTION IN IT TOO NOW!!!! I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO DRIVE TO THE CLINIC TO SHELL OUT MONEY I DON'T HAVE!!!!!

MAYBE IF I'M REALLY LUCKY IT'LL TURN OUT TO BE AN INOPERABLE BRAIN TUMOR AND I WON'T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THIS SHIT EVER AGAIN!!!!!

One can only hope. Seriously, if I wind up getting fired over this, I am going to be livid. I CANNOT AFFORD this shit, in many senses of that phrase.

I HATE MY FUCKING STUPID BODY.
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My grandmother had cataract surgery on the 8th, and she seems to be recovering well; she's a little blurry in the eye where she had had the cataract, but the doctor said that was to be expected and it should abate once the swelling goes down. The lolmom is not in such good shape; she was congested and sniffly in Florida, and also managed to get conjunctivitis and had to go to one of those urgent-care places. Plus, people have been calling me about the Baccalaureate Mass, which Mom stage-manages every year, and I have no clue what to tell them.

I'm not in such great shape, either. I went out with Ainsley last week, to the Edgewater Grille, which was delicious, and she's been battling something off and on which has caused her to miss a lot of work. Subsequently, I got sick-sore throat, aches (much ameliorated by the simple expedient of "not sleeping on the damn couch every night"), slight runny nose. I am congested and my throat hurts like hell and everything tastes like phlegm. My number one priority is "not hacking up a lung". The Pains texted me to say she thinks she has the flu. I called in today, but if I miss any more work because of this, I shall kill her. The DayQuil is helping but not a whole lot; we used to have something with codeine in it, but Mom took it to Florida and finished it there.

(Incidentally, we have a fangirl. Wanda was all, "So Ainsley says sometimes you guys hang out together outside of work," and I said, yes, we do. Whereupon Wanda was all, "…can I come hang out with you?" Awww.)

Also, the garbage disposal is completely borked. We have some sort of magical under-the-sink leak going on, which I didn't find out about until a couple of nights ago, when I was just trying to clean up the kitchen, for God's sake. And then I got out the bread, and found that apparently our mouse woes are not over yet. I hope the little fucker asphyxiated on the plastic bread wrapper and died in agony. OH THE EXCITEMENTS, THEY NEVER STOP I TELL YOU.

Also also, I am trying not to become unduly paranoid about an abnormally dry patch of skin on my chest; I have dry skin, and it is probably angry with me because I keep pumicing it off and picking at it and unduly irritating it, so I'm trying to make myself leave it alone and see what happens. In all probability, it's just one of those rough patches you get for no apparent reason and then it goes away again as mysteriously as it came. I like that thought better than some of the alternatives. (See under "a little knowledge is a dangerous thing", apparently.)

(PS: I think I may also be getting conjunctivitis. Mom hasn't been home two hours and she told me she wasn't contagious. FOR FUCK'S SAKE.)
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In an act of solidarity with [livejournal.com profile] queen_lily_rose, and because it's National Invisible Chronic Illness Awareness Week:

Hi. I'm l33, and I have invisible chronic illnesses. I may also have TMI hidden behind the cut, so proceed at your own risk. )

Also, because only [livejournal.com profile] ukekenshin can prevent lung fires, or thinks she can: as of the end of August, it was four years since my last cigarette.

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