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May. 23rd, 2003 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I appear to have hit the ground running.
A couple of days ago I made some grouchy post because I had been doing all the taking-care-of-myself things -- getting enough sleep and being sure to stay hydrated -- that are supposed to be good for you when you are sick. It didn't work of course, and I was in a state of High Dudgeon because I wasn't back to normal over night. LiveJournal ate the damn thing, anyway.
So I said fuck it, I'm not getting any work done this way and went back to my normal self-abuse. As a result, the world is still inclined sharply to the left, but I'm in a much better state of mind and being productive as hell. Which just goes to prove that sleep-dep and caffeine abuse is in fact my natural state.
I finally went to the doctor yesteray, who tilted my neck in 47 different directions, 8 more directions than the human neck will actually move in voluntarily. Then she drew about 8 gallons of blood and referred me to a specialist. I fell off the sidewalk on the way home -- or to be more accurate, the sidewalk went thataway when I wasn't paying attention. Bastard.
So now she's refered me to a specialist, and he'll send me for more tests and x-rays, and by the time that's all sorted I'll be all better anyway.
In the meantime, I'm punchy enough that I ready to go back to the gym regardless of how spun I'm feeling. I wonder if they'll let me bring in a spotter? "Don't mind the French guy with the cigarette, he's just here to catch me when I fall off the stairmaster..."
"...Or at least to point and laugh."
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Had a dream about the new house. Apparently it's possessed.
Damn. Those can be so messy.
And Cheerios has come out with a toasted-oat cereal that comes in
Pride colours.
Better living through chemistry.
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In other news, I think I really, really, really hate my job.
Bum.
A couple of days ago I made some grouchy post because I had been doing all the taking-care-of-myself things -- getting enough sleep and being sure to stay hydrated -- that are supposed to be good for you when you are sick. It didn't work of course, and I was in a state of High Dudgeon because I wasn't back to normal over night. LiveJournal ate the damn thing, anyway.
So I said fuck it, I'm not getting any work done this way and went back to my normal self-abuse. As a result, the world is still inclined sharply to the left, but I'm in a much better state of mind and being productive as hell. Which just goes to prove that sleep-dep and caffeine abuse is in fact my natural state.
I finally went to the doctor yesteray, who tilted my neck in 47 different directions, 8 more directions than the human neck will actually move in voluntarily. Then she drew about 8 gallons of blood and referred me to a specialist. I fell off the sidewalk on the way home -- or to be more accurate, the sidewalk went thataway when I wasn't paying attention. Bastard.
So now she's refered me to a specialist, and he'll send me for more tests and x-rays, and by the time that's all sorted I'll be all better anyway.
In the meantime, I'm punchy enough that I ready to go back to the gym regardless of how spun I'm feeling. I wonder if they'll let me bring in a spotter? "Don't mind the French guy with the cigarette, he's just here to catch me when I fall off the stairmaster..."
"...Or at least to point and laugh."
----------------------------
Had a dream about the new house. Apparently it's possessed.
Damn. Those can be so messy.
And Cheerios has come out with a toasted-oat cereal that comes in
Pride colours.
Better living through chemistry.
----------------------------
In other news, I think I really, really, really hate my job.
Bum.
*perk*
Date: 2003-05-24 01:50 pm (UTC)