WTF, body.
Hey guys, not dead, just having strange complications, trying to figure out if I have a reoccurring, zpack resistant or a different sinus infection and I really hope that isn't the case, but, fuck. Because I finished a round of antibiotics last week and even though I don't remember taking the last pill, the pack is gone and I suspect I took it and tossed it in one of my on the go moments. However, as of like 4 days after the finish, I am getting symptoms again. This is not making me very happy. At. All. (In fact, it's making me start to feel like ass with sinus pressure and that wet cat starting to sit on my chest feeling....) *grumble* Guess I'll call the doc Monday.
B. and J. have both been under a metric ton of stress the past month and I've inherited it. Gah. However, things are looking up for at least one of them. As I was having my own bought of depression, that sucked, I didn't walk for a week (also sick, hey), and I need to get back on it and OH GOD will this suck. But I am going to try today, wet cat or no, and then possibly head down to the Yarn Spot for knitting. I have missed them and felt way guilty as I have not seen folks since January. They also have some part time positions open and with luck, maybe they will hire me. Who knows?
Prior (or actually, kinda in time with) the onset of the original sinus infection of suck, I was visited by the ever wonderful thewronghands as she came down this way for Schmoocon. This was awesome. I had missed her company and nonvirtual tea is the best, though one makes due as one can with long distance friends. :) She has been uber supportive of my walking and over all fitness and that has taken me quite far. See, she praises me for being awesome and strong, which balances out my mother's years of diatribes on how I am fat and GOING TO DIE before I am 20, 30, 35 of diabetes or asthma or just plain drop dead of fat, I don't know. Now, she does care and this is all her fear, but for a nurse, and now a much older nurse, her fears are taking over her medical science brain and I am starting to see inklings of where it may have been building all her life. Jesus. Dear Nurse Mothers: I know you see terrible shit. I know you worry about your kids. Do not mix this with codependent tendencies. You will start to live your life more and more afraid. It will get ugly, and frankly, you should not have to suffer like that, nor should we. Thanks. Anyway, I need to do the squats this week that thewronghands taught me, because due to $$ and needing a break this round, I am not enrolling in the next repeat of the 8 week beginner dance class. I am going to focus on walking and weights and then pick up dance again in May-June.
What I have found with training so far: Easier to walk with a person, or casually to a destination. When I think about it, even with having music, I must be tensing or something because even making one mile is at my limits. However, I can walk to the metro (.9 of a mile), take the metro downtown, walk I don't know how many blocks, stay on me feet at a museum, walk to tea, walk back to metro, walk home--and all that's fine and logs more foot time in. That's ok. (I do need to get shoes soon, too.) So I am trying to figure out what's up there.
Not that I have a problem with going downtown to see museums, especially when there's Andrew Moore's Detroit Disassembled exhibit at the National Building museum and the Pre-Raphaelite exhibit at the National Gallery. The former was amazing and the first photography exhibit I've attended. Moore's huge blown up details of Detroit's crumbling architecture remind me of cathedral paintings, and I could stare at them all day. I have yet to see the Pre-Raphaelite exhibit. I intend to bring a tent and live there til it's gone in May and will probably head down this week while everyone is at work and I can have some time to gaze and think. (AND SQUEE INSIDE QUIETLY AND HAVE ALL THE FEELS.) I feared it would be years before I got to the Tate to see some of these works, but thank you, O British museum, for sending the work to me. I owe you one. (Obviously you know about the story idea in my head and are sending me my research re: PRs and the Book--thank you! Appreciated!)
So, today: vitamin c. Walking (insert swearing). Knitting. This week: Squats and beginning weights. You can all hold me gently accountable. :)
There will also be more yarn soon. I am making more of the Shetland mix and dyeing it, but spinning the raw alpaca fleece is a PITA of the highest order. After that, more Mithgelebril! And more fine silvery alpaca and silk lace weight. It should be awesome.
Hope you all are doing well!
B. and J. have both been under a metric ton of stress the past month and I've inherited it. Gah. However, things are looking up for at least one of them. As I was having my own bought of depression, that sucked, I didn't walk for a week (also sick, hey), and I need to get back on it and OH GOD will this suck. But I am going to try today, wet cat or no, and then possibly head down to the Yarn Spot for knitting. I have missed them and felt way guilty as I have not seen folks since January. They also have some part time positions open and with luck, maybe they will hire me. Who knows?
Prior (or actually, kinda in time with) the onset of the original sinus infection of suck, I was visited by the ever wonderful thewronghands as she came down this way for Schmoocon. This was awesome. I had missed her company and nonvirtual tea is the best, though one makes due as one can with long distance friends. :) She has been uber supportive of my walking and over all fitness and that has taken me quite far. See, she praises me for being awesome and strong, which balances out my mother's years of diatribes on how I am fat and GOING TO DIE before I am 20, 30, 35 of diabetes or asthma or just plain drop dead of fat, I don't know. Now, she does care and this is all her fear, but for a nurse, and now a much older nurse, her fears are taking over her medical science brain and I am starting to see inklings of where it may have been building all her life. Jesus. Dear Nurse Mothers: I know you see terrible shit. I know you worry about your kids. Do not mix this with codependent tendencies. You will start to live your life more and more afraid. It will get ugly, and frankly, you should not have to suffer like that, nor should we. Thanks. Anyway, I need to do the squats this week that thewronghands taught me, because due to $$ and needing a break this round, I am not enrolling in the next repeat of the 8 week beginner dance class. I am going to focus on walking and weights and then pick up dance again in May-June.
What I have found with training so far: Easier to walk with a person, or casually to a destination. When I think about it, even with having music, I must be tensing or something because even making one mile is at my limits. However, I can walk to the metro (.9 of a mile), take the metro downtown, walk I don't know how many blocks, stay on me feet at a museum, walk to tea, walk back to metro, walk home--and all that's fine and logs more foot time in. That's ok. (I do need to get shoes soon, too.) So I am trying to figure out what's up there.
Not that I have a problem with going downtown to see museums, especially when there's Andrew Moore's Detroit Disassembled exhibit at the National Building museum and the Pre-Raphaelite exhibit at the National Gallery. The former was amazing and the first photography exhibit I've attended. Moore's huge blown up details of Detroit's crumbling architecture remind me of cathedral paintings, and I could stare at them all day. I have yet to see the Pre-Raphaelite exhibit. I intend to bring a tent and live there til it's gone in May and will probably head down this week while everyone is at work and I can have some time to gaze and think. (AND SQUEE INSIDE QUIETLY AND HAVE ALL THE FEELS.) I feared it would be years before I got to the Tate to see some of these works, but thank you, O British museum, for sending the work to me. I owe you one. (Obviously you know about the story idea in my head and are sending me my research re: PRs and the Book--thank you! Appreciated!)
So, today: vitamin c. Walking (insert swearing). Knitting. This week: Squats and beginning weights. You can all hold me gently accountable. :)
There will also be more yarn soon. I am making more of the Shetland mix and dyeing it, but spinning the raw alpaca fleece is a PITA of the highest order. After that, more Mithgelebril! And more fine silvery alpaca and silk lace weight. It should be awesome.
Hope you all are doing well!