The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

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.

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 imperfectkatoru for a couple of hours, finished a story for 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.)