I packed up my entire bed this morning already...and it's not even 8.
I'm trying to slow down (possibly going towards stopping) but there's so much to do today, and I think I'm trying to prove I still can do it...barely.
I now need to stop. No good overdoing it here. I'll pay for it tomorrow.
Mom will not be happy that I started off doing the bed this morning (involves a lot of wrestling the blankets into a rolled shape, then stuffing them somewhere where they can't come to any harm until it's time to move them out of here.)
Got some other stuff to do now, so ta,
Bec
31.7.08
29.7.08
Hm. Too Much Eureka and God Mode This Week.
That's all I really have to say. I haven't got an update on the hornet war, not until tomorrow. My life is 'ngh' as usual. I should be packing but don't see the point when I have nothing to put the stuff in, plus overstraining myself now will only make me sore for Thursday when everyone gets here (and I am going to be sore enough anyway).
I have to get homework done tomorrow and stop playing Oblivion for five minutes, or as was the case today, watching a Eureka marathon that went on from 8 this morning to 8 tonight. 12 hours.
Of course I didn't watch ALL of it. That's ridiculous. I did turn it off for a couple of hours near the end and I DID go to class today and miss two whole episodes, so I only watched 6 or 7 episodes. Maybe 5, even.
As for Oblivion, Kris got me hooked. He caught me at a good time-I had nothing else going on and subsequently I wound up addicted to it. He gave me all the expansion packs, too, and so for the last week I have been happily slaying goblins and ghosts and skeletons and grunnion things. I'm on God mode, so I can't die and I can haul as much as I please on my poor back.
If I ever actually finish the silly thing I might die of boredom. But Kris said he played for 9 months before he completed it, so I might be at this awhile.
But he wasn't playing it on God mode, either (although he is with his current game and apparently it went corrupt on him. He's warning me to get off God mode and fast before my game dies, too.)
Yes, I'm blatantly cheating. It's easier when you know you won't die. You're less cautious and you tend to attack enemies before they see you. You know YOU'LL win so it evens the odds in your favor, especially if you're facing something nasty.
The problem with God mode is once you get ON it, you can't get OFF it. I have too much stuff now to just drop it. I wouldn't know where my limitations are. I keep saying I'm going to get off the God mode train, but I haven't managed to get my weight down enough so that I can move without it (having too much stuff when you enter back into the game means you can't move without God mode to make your weight limit endless.)
Oh, I'm hopeless. I'm going to have to start over, aren't I?
Ta,
Bec
I have to get homework done tomorrow and stop playing Oblivion for five minutes, or as was the case today, watching a Eureka marathon that went on from 8 this morning to 8 tonight. 12 hours.
Of course I didn't watch ALL of it. That's ridiculous. I did turn it off for a couple of hours near the end and I DID go to class today and miss two whole episodes, so I only watched 6 or 7 episodes. Maybe 5, even.
As for Oblivion, Kris got me hooked. He caught me at a good time-I had nothing else going on and subsequently I wound up addicted to it. He gave me all the expansion packs, too, and so for the last week I have been happily slaying goblins and ghosts and skeletons and grunnion things. I'm on God mode, so I can't die and I can haul as much as I please on my poor back.
If I ever actually finish the silly thing I might die of boredom. But Kris said he played for 9 months before he completed it, so I might be at this awhile.
But he wasn't playing it on God mode, either (although he is with his current game and apparently it went corrupt on him. He's warning me to get off God mode and fast before my game dies, too.)
Yes, I'm blatantly cheating. It's easier when you know you won't die. You're less cautious and you tend to attack enemies before they see you. You know YOU'LL win so it evens the odds in your favor, especially if you're facing something nasty.
The problem with God mode is once you get ON it, you can't get OFF it. I have too much stuff now to just drop it. I wouldn't know where my limitations are. I keep saying I'm going to get off the God mode train, but I haven't managed to get my weight down enough so that I can move without it (having too much stuff when you enter back into the game means you can't move without God mode to make your weight limit endless.)
Oh, I'm hopeless. I'm going to have to start over, aren't I?
Ta,
Bec
28.7.08
Hornet War
Sorry about not writing for several weeks. I had nothing to report, and I thought that reporting every day that nothing was happening would get a little boring and repetitive.
BUT I DO have something to report now, so here I am, back again.
When my family cleared out certain areas of the house two or three years ago, one of those areas was the roofed porch that extends off our living room and looks out over what would be our front yard.
Mom was delighted to have a spot where she could sit and be outside in the summer, even when it was raining.
So she bought an old overstuffed chair that had seen better days, and she and Spritey the dog spent many happy hours stuffed in the chair together, enjoying the outdoors.
But alas, it was not to continue.
Mom and dog were camped out in the chair as always. Mom was just sitting there, not having a care in the world, when she got stung in the hand by a hornet.
It was the first volley in a war that has even superbly, utterly stupid, 'brave as a Rottweiler and a Doberman put together' Spritey running back into the house in fear. I can imagine that, in her small mind, she was calling for Mom as she galumphed back into the house with a horde of hornets after her.
My sister and father (valiant souls that they are) apparently kicked the chair back apart and removed the nest (going for the enemy's fort always worked in the past) but the hornets must have more nest or something someplace because they have yet to die.
Mom tried sitting somewhere else in the house and the hornets decided to come over there and bang on the other side of the glass in anger because they couldn't reach her.
Let's just say, Mom won't be sitting on that porch again until the hornets are most sincerely dead, and at the moment no one else is brave enough to go out there and kill the little guys.
For the moment, the hornets have won. For the moment.
It'll take a brave soul (not me) or very cold weather to get rid of those guys (still at least three or four months away). They might winter down in the chair and emerge in the spring, and they will get more aggressive as winter comes on.
I say get the Raid and blast the hell out of them. Sneak attack on the whole chair. Strike them at their source and make the little stingers pay for even trying this 'take over the chair' business.
We're bigger than they are. We will survive.
In other news, I go home at the end of the week. Yay me. I have to figure out where to place my stuff. Probably not on the porch back home-I have a pretty bad fear of stinging insects since I got stung by something at five years old (I think it was hornets, but it could have been yellowjackets as well. I know it wasn't bees, that's all I know.)
I nearly was stung again a couple of years ago when I was camping with the family. At the time I drank soda (I gave it up about a year ago now) and I was going into the tent and happened to take a sip out of the can.
Next thing I know there's something small with legs crawling around on my tongue, and thank goodness I had the presence of mind to spit it out. Who wouldn't when there were tiny legs moving in their mouths?
There on the canvas walkway in front of me was a wet and confused-looking hornet, probably wondering just as much as I was what the hell had just happened.
For my part, I just stared at him in shock for about a half a minute.
I told Mom and Dad about the incident. They were just grateful that I didn't actually get stung. If I had been and had swelled up in my mouth or down into my breathing passages, we were at least 40 miles from any real medical help at the time. Disaster was averted. Barely.
Well, I am getting past my bedtime again, so I'm going to turn off the major distraction that is Hogan's Heroes and go to bed.
Ta,
Bec
BUT I DO have something to report now, so here I am, back again.
When my family cleared out certain areas of the house two or three years ago, one of those areas was the roofed porch that extends off our living room and looks out over what would be our front yard.
Mom was delighted to have a spot where she could sit and be outside in the summer, even when it was raining.
So she bought an old overstuffed chair that had seen better days, and she and Spritey the dog spent many happy hours stuffed in the chair together, enjoying the outdoors.
But alas, it was not to continue.
Mom and dog were camped out in the chair as always. Mom was just sitting there, not having a care in the world, when she got stung in the hand by a hornet.
It was the first volley in a war that has even superbly, utterly stupid, 'brave as a Rottweiler and a Doberman put together' Spritey running back into the house in fear. I can imagine that, in her small mind, she was calling for Mom as she galumphed back into the house with a horde of hornets after her.
My sister and father (valiant souls that they are) apparently kicked the chair back apart and removed the nest (going for the enemy's fort always worked in the past) but the hornets must have more nest or something someplace because they have yet to die.
Mom tried sitting somewhere else in the house and the hornets decided to come over there and bang on the other side of the glass in anger because they couldn't reach her.
Let's just say, Mom won't be sitting on that porch again until the hornets are most sincerely dead, and at the moment no one else is brave enough to go out there and kill the little guys.
For the moment, the hornets have won. For the moment.
It'll take a brave soul (not me) or very cold weather to get rid of those guys (still at least three or four months away). They might winter down in the chair and emerge in the spring, and they will get more aggressive as winter comes on.
I say get the Raid and blast the hell out of them. Sneak attack on the whole chair. Strike them at their source and make the little stingers pay for even trying this 'take over the chair' business.
We're bigger than they are. We will survive.
In other news, I go home at the end of the week. Yay me. I have to figure out where to place my stuff. Probably not on the porch back home-I have a pretty bad fear of stinging insects since I got stung by something at five years old (I think it was hornets, but it could have been yellowjackets as well. I know it wasn't bees, that's all I know.)
I nearly was stung again a couple of years ago when I was camping with the family. At the time I drank soda (I gave it up about a year ago now) and I was going into the tent and happened to take a sip out of the can.
Next thing I know there's something small with legs crawling around on my tongue, and thank goodness I had the presence of mind to spit it out. Who wouldn't when there were tiny legs moving in their mouths?
There on the canvas walkway in front of me was a wet and confused-looking hornet, probably wondering just as much as I was what the hell had just happened.
For my part, I just stared at him in shock for about a half a minute.
I told Mom and Dad about the incident. They were just grateful that I didn't actually get stung. If I had been and had swelled up in my mouth or down into my breathing passages, we were at least 40 miles from any real medical help at the time. Disaster was averted. Barely.
Well, I am getting past my bedtime again, so I'm going to turn off the major distraction that is Hogan's Heroes and go to bed.
Ta,
Bec
16.7.08
Well...
Still nothing to say. The medicine the rheumatologist gave me isn't working all that well (if the state of my shoulder today was anything to go by) and the project looks pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.
I just posted a Who fic that's been resting in my files for a month or so now. I wasn't sure I was ready for it to be read until today. I don't really know what kind of response it will get. We'll see.
Got a brilliant idea tonight; don't know how it's going to turn out. Can't say much more than that until I've had some time to think it through.
So, life is pretty dull these days. Gonna crash.
Ta,
Bec
I just posted a Who fic that's been resting in my files for a month or so now. I wasn't sure I was ready for it to be read until today. I don't really know what kind of response it will get. We'll see.
Got a brilliant idea tonight; don't know how it's going to turn out. Can't say much more than that until I've had some time to think it through.
So, life is pretty dull these days. Gonna crash.
Ta,
Bec
13.7.08
The Weekend
There just isn't anything to say. I went to the store; bought nothing amazing or bad or frivolous.
I finished a large portion of the project and hope to receive materials tomorrow so that I can complete most of it. Some will have to wait until November. Again, I can't elaborate just yet, but aside from one minor whoops the project has gone forward remarkably well.
So, with nothing else going on, I'm off to bed.
Ta,
Bec
I finished a large portion of the project and hope to receive materials tomorrow so that I can complete most of it. Some will have to wait until November. Again, I can't elaborate just yet, but aside from one minor whoops the project has gone forward remarkably well.
So, with nothing else going on, I'm off to bed.
Ta,
Bec
11.7.08
Friday
Watched the Stargate Atlantis premiere and was happily surprised by the things that occurred...especially a squeamish Rodney delivering Teyla's son (I was laughing uncontrollably at his reaction and will have to probably watch it again)
Probably going to the store tomorrow. Today was a rest day for me.
Still haven't made a decision on my rheumatologist. Need to really sit and talk it out with Mom.
Very tired and must sleep.
Ta,
Bec
Probably going to the store tomorrow. Today was a rest day for me.
Still haven't made a decision on my rheumatologist. Need to really sit and talk it out with Mom.
Very tired and must sleep.
Ta,
Bec
9.7.08
Things Going Awry
Well, this was the third time I went to see this particular rheumatologist and it appears at this moment that it might very well be the last.
Needless to say, the appointment was a bust. He didn't give me anything but some more powerful ibuprofen. I want aggressive treatment and he's just not pulling his weight.
I've already been told by the OTHER doctor back in Wausau that aggressive is my best bet right now. The tougher the medication used, the faster I go into remission and the less medication and less suffering I will have in future. Treating this disease in a tough way now may help to hold off me being crippled for a few years, maybe a long while.
I can't abide a doctor who beats around the bush to see if there's a gopher in there. I expect tough medication; I welcome it. I have lived a couple of years like this, getting worse every month. By now I'm so fed up with my fingers hurting (and everywhere else) I'm willing to take what the doctor will toss at me, even if it DOES have awful side effects.
But the medication he's given me probably won't do that, and it more than likely won't help with the symptoms I'm living with. It'll make me mildly more comfortable, maybe not even that. I begged him to find me something that could help me; told him I couldn't live with this, but he either didn't understand me or he didn't want to. Instead, he handed me the equivalent of sugar tablets.
I think I'm rheumatologist shopping again. Gotta find one in Eau Claire that agrees with me and will give me medication that I know will work. I've suffered too long to be taking trumped-up ibuprofen. It's like putting a band aid on a gaping wound.
Very tired; very long day. Must get some sleep.
Ta,
Bec
Needless to say, the appointment was a bust. He didn't give me anything but some more powerful ibuprofen. I want aggressive treatment and he's just not pulling his weight.
I've already been told by the OTHER doctor back in Wausau that aggressive is my best bet right now. The tougher the medication used, the faster I go into remission and the less medication and less suffering I will have in future. Treating this disease in a tough way now may help to hold off me being crippled for a few years, maybe a long while.
I can't abide a doctor who beats around the bush to see if there's a gopher in there. I expect tough medication; I welcome it. I have lived a couple of years like this, getting worse every month. By now I'm so fed up with my fingers hurting (and everywhere else) I'm willing to take what the doctor will toss at me, even if it DOES have awful side effects.
But the medication he's given me probably won't do that, and it more than likely won't help with the symptoms I'm living with. It'll make me mildly more comfortable, maybe not even that. I begged him to find me something that could help me; told him I couldn't live with this, but he either didn't understand me or he didn't want to. Instead, he handed me the equivalent of sugar tablets.
I think I'm rheumatologist shopping again. Gotta find one in Eau Claire that agrees with me and will give me medication that I know will work. I've suffered too long to be taking trumped-up ibuprofen. It's like putting a band aid on a gaping wound.
Very tired; very long day. Must get some sleep.
Ta,
Bec
8.7.08
Strange Things Are Happening To Me...
Boy, I have a lot to cover here. Let's start with Friday, shall we?
Friday was the 4th. We went to two parades, I hung out with my grandmother, saw my sister do parade stuff. My other sister went to work and Mom, Dad, and I went to the fireworks. We got a seat so great that we had to crane our necks to see the fireworks properly, and then Mom wanted to go pick up soda cans from the several hundred litterers who usually leave them lying around.
In an hour and a half we must have gotten a couple hundred of them. We met a drunk guy who asked us if we were sober. Dad found ten bucks and a quarter (but I found a penny. So there.) and we found some other stuff.
Saturday Mom and I went to town. I got supplies for here. We WERE going to use the YMCA hot tub when my sister Anna called and said that instead of going to work at 4 like she was supposed to, Sara needed to be at work at Arby's in Minocqua at 12:30.
I didn't get my hot tub again. Oh, phooey.
Sunday. Mom, Dad, Anna, Sara, and I went off to play mini golf in Eagle River. We all suck at it. I'm the worst player of the five, but maybe I was having an off day and not paying good attention to what I was doing. I came back here later in the day and saw the Doctor Who finale (and I'm going to be really mean and say that yeah, it was not what I was expecting and no, my fingers are already tired and I'm not telling you. HEE)
Monday-Oh, this is good. I wake up on Monday morning and the smoke alarm starts going off. It was really random timing-you couldn't set your watch by it, but damn was it LOUD.
Of course, when the thing is firing off and I am not to blame for it, I still can't open the door because it's noisy and will wake everyone else up. The noise was deafening. It got so bad that I left for class an entire 40 minutes early (with a headache from the screaming alarm, thank you very much.) The maintenance guys came by and fixed it around 1 in the afternoon.
Today. It appears the arthritis has gone into places even I thought it couldn't go, because people, it's in my JAW.
I was okay with the not being able to type thing (although it was frustrating) but feeling like someone has knocked me for six on the left side of my face is really, really worrying me. How the hell am I supposed to eat like this? I can't live on soup and applesauce forever. I go a week like this and I'll be thinner than David Tennant (and that IS saying something, but he's really just built long and thin and absolutely gorgeous. On top of that, he is the best actor Scotland has, but we won't go into it.) The Gerard Butler and Ewan McGregor fans won't leave me alone if we start THAT.
I go to the doctor tomorrow. I just hope he puts me out of my misery. Maybe he could punch the other side and make me even. Or shoot me. Or give me some painkillers that A) don't make me sick B) don't make me incoherent but C) make me happy with the world at large and generally free of pain. Is that so much to ask?
My face hurts, I can't bend my head back anymore, and my shoulders are starting to yowl. Time to go to bed.
Ta,
Bec
Friday was the 4th. We went to two parades, I hung out with my grandmother, saw my sister do parade stuff. My other sister went to work and Mom, Dad, and I went to the fireworks. We got a seat so great that we had to crane our necks to see the fireworks properly, and then Mom wanted to go pick up soda cans from the several hundred litterers who usually leave them lying around.
In an hour and a half we must have gotten a couple hundred of them. We met a drunk guy who asked us if we were sober. Dad found ten bucks and a quarter (but I found a penny. So there.) and we found some other stuff.
Saturday Mom and I went to town. I got supplies for here. We WERE going to use the YMCA hot tub when my sister Anna called and said that instead of going to work at 4 like she was supposed to, Sara needed to be at work at Arby's in Minocqua at 12:30.
I didn't get my hot tub again. Oh, phooey.
Sunday. Mom, Dad, Anna, Sara, and I went off to play mini golf in Eagle River. We all suck at it. I'm the worst player of the five, but maybe I was having an off day and not paying good attention to what I was doing. I came back here later in the day and saw the Doctor Who finale (and I'm going to be really mean and say that yeah, it was not what I was expecting and no, my fingers are already tired and I'm not telling you. HEE)
Monday-Oh, this is good. I wake up on Monday morning and the smoke alarm starts going off. It was really random timing-you couldn't set your watch by it, but damn was it LOUD.
Of course, when the thing is firing off and I am not to blame for it, I still can't open the door because it's noisy and will wake everyone else up. The noise was deafening. It got so bad that I left for class an entire 40 minutes early (with a headache from the screaming alarm, thank you very much.) The maintenance guys came by and fixed it around 1 in the afternoon.
Today. It appears the arthritis has gone into places even I thought it couldn't go, because people, it's in my JAW.
I was okay with the not being able to type thing (although it was frustrating) but feeling like someone has knocked me for six on the left side of my face is really, really worrying me. How the hell am I supposed to eat like this? I can't live on soup and applesauce forever. I go a week like this and I'll be thinner than David Tennant (and that IS saying something, but he's really just built long and thin and absolutely gorgeous. On top of that, he is the best actor Scotland has, but we won't go into it.) The Gerard Butler and Ewan McGregor fans won't leave me alone if we start THAT.
I go to the doctor tomorrow. I just hope he puts me out of my misery. Maybe he could punch the other side and make me even. Or shoot me. Or give me some painkillers that A) don't make me sick B) don't make me incoherent but C) make me happy with the world at large and generally free of pain. Is that so much to ask?
My face hurts, I can't bend my head back anymore, and my shoulders are starting to yowl. Time to go to bed.
Ta,
Bec
3.7.08
Leaving For The Weekend
My desktop computer is operational again, thanks to Kris' minor tweaks and my uploading Windows XP Pro because I got fed up with Server '03.
Now I'm in the middle of finalizing the project that I've been trying to finish since the end of May. Hit a bit of a snag this morning but I think I'm past it. The computer is working on it while I sit here and wait.
Le Tour starts on Sunday-I'll probably start catching it on Monday.
For all that I've said about Doctor Who this week, in the end I really can say I'm sure on one detail: Ten is still going to be around at the end of all this hullabaloo. I don't know who dies, don't know who lives, don't know how the Doctor's dream team can save the day when Davros has really got the upper hand. But I will say this: RTD's last episode of Who had better be good.
So I will write you again either Sunday late or Monday, because the parent's computer is dead or dying or something to that effect.
Ta,
Bec
PS: I have only just found out that Bozo the Clown has died.
I hate clowns, by the way, mostly because of a bad experience in a Florida pizza place. Like creatures of the Black lagoon, marmots, and the Grapes of Wrath, these creatures are terrifying beings of the honking nose and the squirting plastic flower.
The world is not a safe place. Old Bozo really terrified the kiddies for a long time. I hate to say it, but one less clown means the world is a little bit less frightening for me.
As for Bozo, I'm sure he's in heaven someplace hand-buzzering God.
Now I'm in the middle of finalizing the project that I've been trying to finish since the end of May. Hit a bit of a snag this morning but I think I'm past it. The computer is working on it while I sit here and wait.
Le Tour starts on Sunday-I'll probably start catching it on Monday.
For all that I've said about Doctor Who this week, in the end I really can say I'm sure on one detail: Ten is still going to be around at the end of all this hullabaloo. I don't know who dies, don't know who lives, don't know how the Doctor's dream team can save the day when Davros has really got the upper hand. But I will say this: RTD's last episode of Who had better be good.
So I will write you again either Sunday late or Monday, because the parent's computer is dead or dying or something to that effect.
Ta,
Bec
PS: I have only just found out that Bozo the Clown has died.
I hate clowns, by the way, mostly because of a bad experience in a Florida pizza place. Like creatures of the Black lagoon, marmots, and the Grapes of Wrath, these creatures are terrifying beings of the honking nose and the squirting plastic flower.
The world is not a safe place. Old Bozo really terrified the kiddies for a long time. I hate to say it, but one less clown means the world is a little bit less frightening for me.
As for Bozo, I'm sure he's in heaven someplace hand-buzzering God.
1.7.08
Desktop is Down
I have to admit it: I hate Microsoft today. After dealing with Vista's temperamental attitude for a year and a half, I finally lost patience with it and asked Kris, who's brilliant with computers, to revamp my system with Windows Server 2003, which he assured me would work perfectly.
After 14 combined hours of screaming at it, the computer is working fairly well in general but the audio has gone all nonexistent and we don't know why. Kris finally gave up on it-he's sick with a cold and needs his rest after swearing at my desktop all afternoon. So I just shut it down for now. Let the monster in the corner sleep until we're ready to deal with its psychological problems again...
So with my desktop out of commission, the laptop has become my primary computer until the other one starts behaving itself.
I felt a little worse today-had some really nasty twinges mid-afternoon, but now I'm just drained and tired (probably from watching Kris bang away on the desktop with a fury and not get anywhere) and think I'm going to make it an early night.
Nothing really on Who today-ridiculous rumors are flying that I won't even put down here. I won't give them credibility they don't deserve. Tabloid fodder.
Of course, the powers that be have to keep their collective mouths shut for another 5 days. How lovely a torture that would be-to know everything and not be able to spill a single bean...
I'm sure David Tennant is in Stratford right now, hopping online in the middle of the night to read these ludicrous stories and laughing fit to burst. Probably sending text messages to Davies saying 'Can you believe this one?'
It'll probably be Monday of next week before we all get some relief, possibly in the form of a lovely signed 3 year contract with the BBC by a certain handsome Scot in his late 30's? One can only hope...
Ta,
Bec
After 14 combined hours of screaming at it, the computer is working fairly well in general but the audio has gone all nonexistent and we don't know why. Kris finally gave up on it-he's sick with a cold and needs his rest after swearing at my desktop all afternoon. So I just shut it down for now. Let the monster in the corner sleep until we're ready to deal with its psychological problems again...
So with my desktop out of commission, the laptop has become my primary computer until the other one starts behaving itself.
I felt a little worse today-had some really nasty twinges mid-afternoon, but now I'm just drained and tired (probably from watching Kris bang away on the desktop with a fury and not get anywhere) and think I'm going to make it an early night.
Nothing really on Who today-ridiculous rumors are flying that I won't even put down here. I won't give them credibility they don't deserve. Tabloid fodder.
Of course, the powers that be have to keep their collective mouths shut for another 5 days. How lovely a torture that would be-to know everything and not be able to spill a single bean...
I'm sure David Tennant is in Stratford right now, hopping online in the middle of the night to read these ludicrous stories and laughing fit to burst. Probably sending text messages to Davies saying 'Can you believe this one?'
It'll probably be Monday of next week before we all get some relief, possibly in the form of a lovely signed 3 year contract with the BBC by a certain handsome Scot in his late 30's? One can only hope...
Ta,
Bec
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