I am lame, forgive me.
I keep forgetting to reply to comments on this journal. I promise I'll be better about it in the future.
I also keep forgetting to WRITE in this journal. I don't even write daily in my other LJ (or if I do it's one or two lines). I guess I just don't have much to say anymore, or it all goes to Twitter so I don't bore people with the details.
In any case, I haven't updated my stories in quite awhile, due to NaNoWriMo. Yes, I gave in and started (on the 3rd). I'm really enjoying the story. NaNo isn't a challenge for me in the slightest, as I strive to write 3K a day anyway (which is just under twice what you need to write in a day for NaNo). I'm at 30K right now, and since I was so ahead of schedule I started writing the sequel to To Feel the Sun because I"m stupid and figure having 3 active stories on FP is just dandy! I also want to finish the next chapter of Dream Brother this morning before school. I only need to write about a thousand words so it's not that bad. I'll probably edit it and post it when I get home.
I have to have another medical test tomorrow. In preparation, I cannot eat anything after lunch today, and can only drink clear fluids. What I'm doing is swallowing a pill with a tiny camera inside of it, and it's going to take 3 pictures a second as it goes through my system. I have to wear this wide belt with a receiver on it and take it back in to the hospital around 3 PM. Luckily my health insurance covers it, otherwise it'd be pretty pricey. They're pretty sure they already know what's wrong with me, but this is just to confirm it and make sure it's not something else masquerading as the disease, even though I have all the classic symptoms. My GP thought at first that it was just my anxiety causing the illness, and was about to prescribe me antidepressants. In true Catherine nature I flipped out and started crying and my mom told the GP to have me go in for an Upper GI. Anxiety does agitate my stomach, but my stomach gets agitated when I move. Hell, it gets agitated when I DON'T move. Sure enough, mom was right. And dear lord almighty having to drink that barium was like drinking death. It wasn't so much the taste (though it made me gag), but it was like the consistency of a really crappy milkshake mixed with glue. And I had to drink so much of it! And then it wasn't going through my system fast enough so I had to walk around. And my hospital gown was way too large since it's 1 size fits all and I'm Smalls McTinyPerson. So they gave me another one to wear as a robe since I had to roll around on the stupid table as they got x-rays.
After they got all the pics, the radiologist was like, "Oh hay do youse have family hiztory of intestinal diseases?"
And when I said My mom and Aunt have Crohn's he like, nodded and left the room and I was all, "oh shit."
So yeah. Hopefully I'll be on medication (freak out time!) by Thanksgiving. Or soon after. *sigh*
Anyway, that's what's new in my life. INCURABLE DISEASE YAY! Though it is manageable but I AM NOW DISQUALIFIED FOR SOME THINGS I WANTED TO DO YAY!
So yeah. I'd better go write before class. More later.
I also keep forgetting to WRITE in this journal. I don't even write daily in my other LJ (or if I do it's one or two lines). I guess I just don't have much to say anymore, or it all goes to Twitter so I don't bore people with the details.
In any case, I haven't updated my stories in quite awhile, due to NaNoWriMo. Yes, I gave in and started (on the 3rd). I'm really enjoying the story. NaNo isn't a challenge for me in the slightest, as I strive to write 3K a day anyway (which is just under twice what you need to write in a day for NaNo). I'm at 30K right now, and since I was so ahead of schedule I started writing the sequel to To Feel the Sun because I"m stupid and figure having 3 active stories on FP is just dandy! I also want to finish the next chapter of Dream Brother this morning before school. I only need to write about a thousand words so it's not that bad. I'll probably edit it and post it when I get home.
I have to have another medical test tomorrow. In preparation, I cannot eat anything after lunch today, and can only drink clear fluids. What I'm doing is swallowing a pill with a tiny camera inside of it, and it's going to take 3 pictures a second as it goes through my system. I have to wear this wide belt with a receiver on it and take it back in to the hospital around 3 PM. Luckily my health insurance covers it, otherwise it'd be pretty pricey. They're pretty sure they already know what's wrong with me, but this is just to confirm it and make sure it's not something else masquerading as the disease, even though I have all the classic symptoms. My GP thought at first that it was just my anxiety causing the illness, and was about to prescribe me antidepressants. In true Catherine nature I flipped out and started crying and my mom told the GP to have me go in for an Upper GI. Anxiety does agitate my stomach, but my stomach gets agitated when I move. Hell, it gets agitated when I DON'T move. Sure enough, mom was right. And dear lord almighty having to drink that barium was like drinking death. It wasn't so much the taste (though it made me gag), but it was like the consistency of a really crappy milkshake mixed with glue. And I had to drink so much of it! And then it wasn't going through my system fast enough so I had to walk around. And my hospital gown was way too large since it's 1 size fits all and I'm Smalls McTinyPerson. So they gave me another one to wear as a robe since I had to roll around on the stupid table as they got x-rays.
After they got all the pics, the radiologist was like, "Oh hay do youse have family hiztory of intestinal diseases?"
And when I said My mom and Aunt have Crohn's he like, nodded and left the room and I was all, "oh shit."
So yeah. Hopefully I'll be on medication (freak out time!) by Thanksgiving. Or soon after. *sigh*
Anyway, that's what's new in my life. INCURABLE DISEASE YAY! Though it is manageable but I AM NOW DISQUALIFIED FOR SOME THINGS I WANTED TO DO YAY!
So yeah. I'd better go write before class. More later.