bleh
Today I am just all grrrr arrrg and grumpy. It might mostly have to do with my arm acting up. Repetitive stress injury accumulation. Have felt sore and achey all week, and it's kind of wearing me out. Plus PMS adding ridiculous emotional tension, and it's a wonder anyone has survived getting within three feet of me.
Resulting difficulty with adulting. I think I need to abdicate a few responsibilities here and there so I don't feel so overwhelmed doing the things that either aren't optional (work, looking for new work) or should be fun and rewarding (fandom). Every day last week when I got home I went straight to sleep, slept through the night, and slept late as I could in the morning. Sleep just feels really good lately, and adulting is just really... tedious, tiresome, unrewarding. I'll figure it all out, though.
My friend J. went into the hospital last week with what turned out to be a cyst on his liver that formed around the remains of a parasite he caught while traveling out of country two years or so back. Needless to say, his week was worse than mine by leaps and bounds. The cyst caused irritation that resulted in fluid buildup in his lung. He let me attend the procedure where they drained the fluid (over an entire liter, 2.5 lbs), and there must be something wrong with me, because I found the whole process fascinating to watch, even though, obviously, I also felt really bad for J. having to go through all that. I'm not sure which of us did worse damage to the other's hand while waiting for the jar to fill up. (I took a picture of the jar after, at J.'s insistence.) A few days later, they drained the cyst and discharged him, and he has been resting and going to work and will be fine eventually. A huge relief for us all.
I spent most of the day at my sister's cafe writing fic. She was there working, so it was nice to get to chat and joke around when she had free moments. She also introduced me to one of her regulars, who is a psychic and offered me a free reading right there. It lasted a very long time, but he was engaging and hit on some interesting observations, although not everything applied to me. I have no idea what the number 72 should mean, for instance, aside from being a quadruple-chai. But I had the sense of someone well-meaning who really believed the spirits were telling him stuff, so it was interesting and entertaining, and kinda like I said, some of his observations gave me new perspectives on recurring life issues, so. *shrug*
MAoS is back this week! And OUaT! I will miss Sleepy Hollow and hope it gets another season.
Oh, yeah! My sis and I are going to visit our parents in NY in a few weeks! Finally. We wanted to do it over Passover in April, but I only had the time off in March. But it works out because this way we get to enjoy bagels, which are harder to find around here. Good ones, at least.
I will try to be more human this week. Wish me luck.
Resulting difficulty with adulting. I think I need to abdicate a few responsibilities here and there so I don't feel so overwhelmed doing the things that either aren't optional (work, looking for new work) or should be fun and rewarding (fandom). Every day last week when I got home I went straight to sleep, slept through the night, and slept late as I could in the morning. Sleep just feels really good lately, and adulting is just really... tedious, tiresome, unrewarding. I'll figure it all out, though.
My friend J. went into the hospital last week with what turned out to be a cyst on his liver that formed around the remains of a parasite he caught while traveling out of country two years or so back. Needless to say, his week was worse than mine by leaps and bounds. The cyst caused irritation that resulted in fluid buildup in his lung. He let me attend the procedure where they drained the fluid (over an entire liter, 2.5 lbs), and there must be something wrong with me, because I found the whole process fascinating to watch, even though, obviously, I also felt really bad for J. having to go through all that. I'm not sure which of us did worse damage to the other's hand while waiting for the jar to fill up. (I took a picture of the jar after, at J.'s insistence.) A few days later, they drained the cyst and discharged him, and he has been resting and going to work and will be fine eventually. A huge relief for us all.
I spent most of the day at my sister's cafe writing fic. She was there working, so it was nice to get to chat and joke around when she had free moments. She also introduced me to one of her regulars, who is a psychic and offered me a free reading right there. It lasted a very long time, but he was engaging and hit on some interesting observations, although not everything applied to me. I have no idea what the number 72 should mean, for instance, aside from being a quadruple-chai. But I had the sense of someone well-meaning who really believed the spirits were telling him stuff, so it was interesting and entertaining, and kinda like I said, some of his observations gave me new perspectives on recurring life issues, so. *shrug*
MAoS is back this week! And OUaT! I will miss Sleepy Hollow and hope it gets another season.
Oh, yeah! My sis and I are going to visit our parents in NY in a few weeks! Finally. We wanted to do it over Passover in April, but I only had the time off in March. But it works out because this way we get to enjoy bagels, which are harder to find around here. Good ones, at least.
I will try to be more human this week. Wish me luck.