Update
My Sweetie's MRI came back clean. No sign of cancer or stroke, which were the two biggest fears. There are still a couple of symptoms not fully explained by a diagnosis of bell's palsy, but at this point they're treating him as if he had bell's palsy. This means prednisone, which is most commonly used as an asthma medication. It's a steroid, and the dosage is very high, so he's been extra-cranky, but pointing that out to him actually seems to help, so... yay?...
This past weekend was Pure Speculation, the geek festival that I help run. In the past few years, I have mostly been a slightly glorified attendee, who was available to pick up any slack that developed. This year was a bit different. First, our performer coordinator had emergency surgery just over a week before the event, so I stepped in to fill her responsibilities with very little idea of what I actually had to do. There was a lot of making it up as I went along, and asking panicked questions, which I think made at least one other member of the organizing committee feel like he was actually the one doing the job. There were also some tech issues that required a lot of running back and forth from one end of the hotel to the other (only to find out that the data projector I was running with had a lamp that liked to overheat so it would shut itself down every few minutes, so we needed to use a different projector anyway).
Then Flop decided to show up.
Three times. In three days.
The third was at work yesterday. I had originally had the day off (not because I was smart and BOOKED the day off, but since I'm only getting 2-3 shifts a week, it was a pretty safe bet that it would happen anyway) but on Friday as I was packing up to head to the hotel, I got a call and they asked if I would pick up a 2-10 shift. Since I AM only getting 2-3 shifts a week, I can't really afford to turn down work when it's offered to me, so I said yes, figuring that it was late enough in the day I would have a chance to sleep in and recover a bit from the weekend. I crashed out less than an hour into the shift, which was actually fortunate timing since it meant that Trekkie (whom I have mentioned before) hadn't left for the day yet.
This is important, because over the last few months, Trekkie has sort of become my honourary big brother. He also has a bit of experience with picking me up off the floor, which is not something most of my workmates have ever had to deal with. Apparently there was some dithering about what should be done when I went down, until one of the kids who works in the back was like "WHY hasn't somebody paged [Trekkie] yet???" So by the time I came around he was crouched over me in full-on protective-bear-mode, rather than a huddle of confused and panicky cashiers and managers.
My brain is now doing the thing where it feels like my field of vision is moving slightly, all the time, but especially when I move my head. Trekkie and My Sweetie did some vehicle shuffling last night so I wouldn't have to drive home. At this point, I don't work again until Thursday, I've passed off the rehearsal I was supposed to run tonight to a colleague, and I don't intend to do anything more energetic than load (and perhaps empty) the dishwasher today. Tomorrow I will play by ear.
Onward.
This past weekend was Pure Speculation, the geek festival that I help run. In the past few years, I have mostly been a slightly glorified attendee, who was available to pick up any slack that developed. This year was a bit different. First, our performer coordinator had emergency surgery just over a week before the event, so I stepped in to fill her responsibilities with very little idea of what I actually had to do. There was a lot of making it up as I went along, and asking panicked questions, which I think made at least one other member of the organizing committee feel like he was actually the one doing the job. There were also some tech issues that required a lot of running back and forth from one end of the hotel to the other (only to find out that the data projector I was running with had a lamp that liked to overheat so it would shut itself down every few minutes, so we needed to use a different projector anyway).
Then Flop decided to show up.
Three times. In three days.
The third was at work yesterday. I had originally had the day off (not because I was smart and BOOKED the day off, but since I'm only getting 2-3 shifts a week, it was a pretty safe bet that it would happen anyway) but on Friday as I was packing up to head to the hotel, I got a call and they asked if I would pick up a 2-10 shift. Since I AM only getting 2-3 shifts a week, I can't really afford to turn down work when it's offered to me, so I said yes, figuring that it was late enough in the day I would have a chance to sleep in and recover a bit from the weekend. I crashed out less than an hour into the shift, which was actually fortunate timing since it meant that Trekkie (whom I have mentioned before) hadn't left for the day yet.
This is important, because over the last few months, Trekkie has sort of become my honourary big brother. He also has a bit of experience with picking me up off the floor, which is not something most of my workmates have ever had to deal with. Apparently there was some dithering about what should be done when I went down, until one of the kids who works in the back was like "WHY hasn't somebody paged [Trekkie] yet???" So by the time I came around he was crouched over me in full-on protective-bear-mode, rather than a huddle of confused and panicky cashiers and managers.
My brain is now doing the thing where it feels like my field of vision is moving slightly, all the time, but especially when I move my head. Trekkie and My Sweetie did some vehicle shuffling last night so I wouldn't have to drive home. At this point, I don't work again until Thursday, I've passed off the rehearsal I was supposed to run tonight to a colleague, and I don't intend to do anything more energetic than load (and perhaps empty) the dishwasher today. Tomorrow I will play by ear.
Onward.