Aug. 27th, 2007 09:08 pm
e_juliana: (death)
I've a short strip of small burn blisters (about 4) just under the swell of my left calf. I can only assume that I got my leg too close to the stream of hot water as M poured it in to the Jacuzzi yesterday, but I don't remember feeling any pain or even discomfort. Admittedly, I like to feel like a rabbit in a stew in my bath, especially when I'm sick, but that's a very specific injury and one I would have thought I would feel.

I'm used to unexplained bruises, but unexplained burns are a new thing.

It's also a good reminder as to why one should always wear over the calf leather boots on a motorcycle - the pipes get hot, and the calves are vulnerable. (But that'd be the right calf, not the left! This specific burn pattern is weird.)


Mar. 5th, 2007 03:02 pm
e_juliana: (tyra tackle a bitch)
I have no voice. It was Kathleen Turner-esque yesterday, and today it is just shot. Which has pissed off my boss.

I'm not even sick! I just have no voice! And I was in bed by 11 last night!


Well, this sucks.

e_juliana: (black ocean)
Two years ago.

Two years ago today, I fell and broke my face. Only by whatever grace I have did I avoid breaking my neck.

As such, I now consider 11/14 to be the start of my new year. This time last year, I was preparing to embark on a whole new phase of life. At this mark this year, I now have that life, and it's a good one.

Your support and love has been invaluable to me. I'd like to take this opportunity to humbly apologize for any offense I may have given, unintentionally or not, and to beg for your forgiveness. If I have offended you, please let me know via email so that I may make such amends as I may.

Again, thank you. This place has been an oasis in some very rough times, and I appreciate it.
e_juliana: (calico jack)
Hi there. Spent all day yesterday miserable at work, crawled into bed when I got home at 5:30 and spent the night alternately shivering and sweating, not leaving my bed except for necessities like bathroom and food. Made into work today, promptly felt like I was going to pass out, tried to grit through it, gave up at 8:30 and tried to go to Urgent Care. The UC listed on my benefits handbook? Not open. The next closest one? Not open. Finally decided that going home and suffering sans diagnosis was better than passing out in front of the H&M on Post Street, so I caught a cab home, hitting my bed at 9:30 a.m.

I hurt. Everywhere. Well, actually, just my spine, but from the base of it up to the base of my skull, with attendant steel bands wrapping around to the front of my head. My lymph nodes are swollen, as are my tonsils (so eating anything is fun. Viva la smoothies!). In spite of that, I have no fever (not even when I'm sweating), and there's no white spots anywhere in my mouth. The UC Diagnosis line I finally got to was baffled. I managed to get to the health foods store just down the way and load up on natural remedies, and one of my friends is going to run to Walgreen's for me when she gets home.

Guess what I still need to do, though? That's right, clean my house in prep for madre's arrival tomorrow. Pfeh. I might just do a couple loads of laundry, tidy up, vacuum, and call it quits.

A quiz I meant to post a few days ago.... )


Mar. 9th, 2006 02:35 pm
e_juliana: (fractal)
We might be getting snow soon. Probably not in the lower parts of the city, but still. Cool. (How FUCKING weird is that that I'm thinking snowfall in March is cool?? Very weird, I tell you what. Normally I'd be all "Oh, look. More snow. Snowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnow. So tired of snow.")

Also, for your daily surrealism, The Muppet Matrix. A little disturbing, yet funny.

ION, this full-on body pain can stop any. time. now. I feel like I've been beaten with a sack full of oranges. Aleve is not helping. May have to break out the Perc when I get home. I'm obviously getting sick, again. Grumble.

I need an "Ow" icon. Also a "dumbass" (referring to me) icon. Alsoalso a "friends" icon (not the show).

Since I'm clearly not going out tonight, I guess I can play with those. Or search for some. Or, you know, I could sleep. That might be a good idea.


Mar. 9th, 2006 10:34 am
e_juliana: (don't screw up)
I think I might need to stop drinking coffee. This induces panic in me, making me wonder how I'm going to stay awake through my workday. However, the physiological effects are starting to take their toll - I can feel my muscles bunching and trying to pull away from the bone as I finish my second cup. That area in my chest that tightens whenever I haven't eaten enough/am too stressed/whatever - the place that makes it feel like I have rebar sticking through my torso and/or am having a heart attack - that's playing up, too.

It's not like the servings are huge, either. I take in probably 12 oz. of coffee total, and always before 10 a.m., else I can't sleep at night. This is ridiculous.

But the muscle bunching? So not fun. I'll try cutting down first, see if that works.

Eh. It's a small thing in the grand scheme of things.
e_juliana: (b&w)
Yessir, it's been 6 months since I decided to take a header off of a veranda. Another 10 days, and it will have been 6 months since my surgery to correct the damage caused by said header. 2 titanium plates, countless Percosets, and half a year later, I am here. Now I get to go to the doc and find out if any nasssssty bloodborne illnesses found their way in during all of that excitement in various hospitals. If the answer is negative, I get to get another tattoo. Yay!

My bodily recovery has been nothing short of amazing. None of my dentists nor the CT scan tech could tell that there had been any damage to my right cheekbone (until they started working on the affected area, of course). I wonder if it's too late to send a thank you to the ENT specialist who restored my face?

The mental recovery - we know how that's going. Slowly, slowly....

I have to move cubes today. Not only that, but I'm also the one in charge of moving all of the mail station crap. Not that that's ever been expressly pointed out to me, but I know it just the same, because I am the maid of the floor. I'm sure I'll do it wrong, just like I set up the copy room wrong (oh horrors, I set it up how it would be best and easiest for me to use it, because I'm the one who basically lives in there).

Uber-competitive people and perfectionist bosses annoy the everliving fuck out of me. "I *must* win! Ha ha, I won and you didn't! Nyah ne-nyah nyah nyah nyah!" "This isn't the way I want it, and it's your fault. Don't take any initiative, because you won't do it the way I want you to." A hearty fuck you to both classes of people. I wish I could actually say it to faces, but Miss Manners and our bank account forbid such dangerous living.

I ran 9 miles on Wednesday. I meant it to be 10, but I accidentally knocked the Emergency Stop button out at 9 miles and figured it was a Sign. Yesterday, I slept from 6 until 10 and from midnight until 7 this morning. Hmmm. Perhaps one should not run 9 miles and then go out drinking until 1:30 a.m. unless one can sleep in the next day? It's a thought. Since my general health and well-being improves dramatically when I have a 9+ mile run every 10 days (at the very least), I'll have to remember that little fact.

Not much going on this weekend. Take Me Out closes. We have Streetcar rehearsal on Saturday. We found a stage manager for Streetcar! Yay! I'l probably still have to house manage most nights, but that's a better deal. I won't have to watch the show every night - I'll be able to hang out in the lobby and read books. I like that kind of gig.

It's frickin' rainy and cold. Dammit. It's May! I should have packed my winter sweaters a long time ago!

I'd best go pack up my cube. Whee.

What are you planning for this weekend?
e_juliana: (fucked-up girl)
I thought I was all the way back from my head injury. Changed a little, of course, but fully functional again. The headaches had almost completely subsided, I was much more on my game, everything seemed to be clicking along...

Yeah. The headaches are back. I'm losing words again. Fnargh. Doc says this is normal and expected, and she understands that I'm worried, but since the CT scan and the bloodwork showed nothing unusual and I've been under a lot of stress recently, she's not concerned about this backslide. Since I trust her implicitly, I'm not concerned either. I reserve the right to be frustrated, however, and plan on exercising that right a lot once I have time.

Tech is going fantastically, actually. Even though the TD has gone AWOL after he built a platform wrong, I'm really happy with where things are. I hope this keeps up.

Shallow fashion details: I have the opening of Richard III on Friday and Z's birthday party on Saturday, both of which are prime dressing events for yours truly. I had originally planned on wearing this dress to the opening (after I got it back from the tailor's, as I am no longer that freaky-skinny and I had to have the bodice let out in order to avoid bisecting my boobs), but it doesn't quite fit with the the show or seem very Shakespearian. So I think I'll wear that one on Saturday, and a slinky maroon velvet column dress with a black velvet cape on Friday. The velvet seems much more apropos for a show about everyone being murdered. There will, of course, be pictures of outfits.

In the realm of hard learning experiences, I offer two personal examples:

1. This job has given me a lot of practice at being around conflict and dealing with it. My boss is not the most patient of women, and I often overhear loud and heated conversations in which errors discussed at length and declared unacceptable. Other times, I'm the one she vents to. So, I'm better at managing my reaction to conflict and anger. This is good, even if the circumstances are not.

2. I think I've become better at setting my boundaries and staying there. My instinct is to bend over backwards and give in and not say anything that would upset someone (until, of course, the inevitable blow-up). Now, I think, I'm better at speaking up earlier and in a non-confrontational manner, and also at saying "these are my boundaries, this is what I need".

I still need to be better at cultivating friendships. I often feel that that will take away time from something else - running, rehearsal, or sleep. I need to make time.

I gave in and purchased eye cream that promises to reduce puffiness and the dark circles underneath my eyes. Normally, I'm a fan of treating the cause and not the symptom - when I started gaining weight back and feeling bloaty, I drastically cut my alcohol consumption. When I started feeling awful every day at work, I stopped staying out and drinking until 1 a.m. every night. Due to all of this, my life is now as ascetic as I can stand, and there's no way I can get as much sleep as my body demands or reduce the amount of stress I live under without giving up theater. So, I embrace the eye cream and hug it to my puffy eyelids. Mmmm, eye cream.

One of the reasons I (usually) love tech week - I lose weight. I do eat, but I'm so energized and up and focused that I tend to drop a pound or two. Now, if I could just get it to stay away, I'd be golden.

Party on Saturday! Yay!!
e_juliana: (fucked-up girl)
The Traditional Tech Week Crud is making its rounds of the cast. I am doing my Traditional Warding with Emergen-C and tons of oranges.

Lessee.... First night of tech was fine. Choppy, but that's to be expected. As always: "The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster." So.

V. tired. Disappointed because we lost a scenic element that would have kicked ass, but it would have taken way too much to do well.

Gronk. I had a really cool idea for an entry, but it's lost in the ether.

Oh, also, planning a birthday party for Z on Saturday. Great timing, I tell you what.


Feb. 17th, 2005 10:36 am
e_juliana: (what?)
I have two essays/posts in my head: How Musical Theater Ruined My Life, and A Gender-Swap Rumination. Hopefully I'll be able to get to both of them today, although it's not looking very hopeful.

We got a pretty good review for Measure For Measure. Yay! It is a problematic play, so I'm happy to see the basic themes are coming through loud and clear.

I watched Décalage horaire (Jet Lag) last night - a frothy little romantic comedy starring Jean Reno and Juliette Binoche. Not high art, but fun and French and pretty. I adore watching Mr. Reno work, and Ms. Binoche as luminous as ever.

Tuesday night, I saw Velvet Goldmine. V. pretty film. Since I'm not a big pop-culture history buff, a lot of the layers passed right by me. Yes, I know about the sexuality of a lot of the major players in the early 70s glam-rock scene, and I know about the shake-ups and renunciations and general shittiness that followed, but clearly not enough to get much more than "Soooooooo pretty" out of the movie. Also, I continue to think Christian Bale is one of the creepier guys out there, which should help with Batman Begins. There were, however, two moments in which I identified with his character so much that it hurt: in the beginning, when he's at the concert and so excited to see his idol, but he can't keep himself from observing others and Watching; and later on, when he sneaks out of his house in his new glam clothes and goes to the area where all the cool kids hang out all full of hope and newness, and he gets the once-over and a sneer from an Über-Cool girl. He doesn't belong, no matter how he tries, and no amount of clothes or music will allow him in, because his isolation, while partially externally imposed, is driven in a large way by his own sense of self or lack thereof. (Wow. Comma abuse for miles there. Sorry.) It also got me thinking about how I've tended to prefer the essential ideas of punk and grunge over goth and glam. Which is not to say I don't like goth and glam, but there are times when the artifice gets to be too much (yes, I know there are/were poseurs aplenty in punk and grunge and hard truths in goth and glam. I speak in generalities here).

Anyway. I think I shall have to buy a copy of Velvet Goldmine for myself, as it's one of those movies wherein I will want to watch just a specific scene on occasion. Yes.

Also had a root canal yesterday. Le fucking whee. I discovered that 5 shots of Novocain will fuck me up right proper. I couldn't drive home promptly after the appointment and was forced to wander around a nearby Snyder's until I could get it together. They had no Easter candy and no St. Ives lotion. It was horrible, I tell you. Horrible! The endodontist was very nice. He is also my age, is quite funny and often plays drums with Pete Yorn in addition to being an endodontist. Way to make me feel unaccomplished, dude. The jaw joint (what's the name of it?) is massively sore today. 5 shots will do that to you.

That's about the end of it. Z & I will be seeing The Aviator tonight, so I'll have a Serious Movie to discuss soon. Now, I must go fetch a smoothie so I won't starve to death. Ciao.


Jan. 9th, 2005 12:11 pm
e_juliana: (b&w)
I think that is my new favorite word. Yay!

So, um, yeah. Have had to go back on the Percoset. Not much, just 1/2 every 8 hours or so, but enough. Hopefully, this will ease up once I get my root canal done and/or the absolute bone-fucking-chilling cold goes away. It's said that it's supposed to be 30 degrees today. I haven't stepped foot outside yet to check.

Friday, Z and I went to the opening of Theatre In The Round's Two Rooms. Damn. Just, damn. So very good, and powerful, and heart-wrenching, and guh. It's by Lee Blessing, who so often expresses hard and difficult things in the purest way possible. From the Pioneer Press review.... )

It's just so good. If you're in the area, check it out. ([ profile] envoy - Ari Hoptman plays the husband.)

We went out afterwards with friends who were at (or in) the show, which was good. I've not had the strength to go out much, and being married to the biggest of social butterflies there is has been difficult the past few months. Sitting in non-smoking greatly helped my endurance. I can't wait for the smoking ban. I know this puts me squarely on the other side of the fence from a lot of friends (most of whom are smokers), but I really don't care.

Let's see - what else? Oh, yes. Saturday was the Day of Creepy Shopping. I dropped Z off at work and decided to go shopping after I stopped in to visit a friend's cat (we're catsitting, and she's so damn cute. She groomed my hair for a while). Don't know why I ended up at HarMar Mall, but I figured it was a chance to go in to their Marshall's and see if they had the Chinese brocade jacket that I love. They didn't, but I now know that Alton Brown will be at the HarMar mall on January 22. I may have to go. Even though HarMar is one of the creepiest, weirdest places I've been in a long while. I can't really describe it. Then I wandered into a Target that was closing down the next day, so it had about 1/4 of the fixtures up and 1/5 of the merchandise. I was wandering across acres of red carpet with nary a cheap T-shirt to be seen. Oddness.

Then there was just the usual ookiness of shopping in a mall (Rosedale). I looked for pants for Z - side note: why do they put the Big & Tall pants closest to the floor? Hello? Big: probably has a harder time bending down, and Tall: freakin' tall, people! Why must you do that to them? - but didn't find any. Found some costume possibilities for me in Measure For Measure.

After all of the excitement, I had to go home and nap. For three hours. And then go fetch Z from work. We ended up staying and drinking at the Market, which was good, since he (and Dave) ended up having to hop behind the bar to help Margo out when it became like unto a madhouse. By the time we got home, all either of wanted to do was sleep. So we did.

And now I'm up, and he's still snoozing, and I can't get the gumption up to hop on the treadmill. Not much planned for tonight. He's got Measure rehearsals, and I've got.... nada. Kewl.

Two Rooms is still percolating in my head, turning over thoughts of war and desperation and what being American means and how truly fucked this country is. Ye gods, we're a short-sighted species. [/obvious platitude]
e_juliana: (just happy)
It seems many people have been watching the Demon Barber lately, including myself. A friend and I went to see the Bloomington Civic Theatre's production of it, because Carl was starring as Sweeny. It was actually a decent production, with a fairly strong chorus (always a crapshoot in a community theater show). Carl was good, if 20 years too young. I tell you, once he hits 40, he could move to New York or LA and get many many gigs as That Actor. You know, that one that you see all the time? Yeah, him.

In other news, I return to work half-days on Monday, we audition Richard III tomorrow through Tuesday, and we opened Inherit The Wind on Friday. And now, time for an ad:

Minneapolis-area folks! Please come see Inherit The Wind!! We run through the 18th, with a pay-what-you-will performance on Monday the 13th. (If you're broke and can't afford the $15, drop me a line and we'll see if we can work something out.) Check out the new and improved website at You can even buy tickets online. Thanks!!

Regarding my accident and recuperation, I am healing decently. The swelling is almost all gone, the bruises are mostly faded, and one stitch remains in my mouth. I am still showing signs of post-concussive disorder, which is annoying in the very least (and frightening on the bad days). There is a possibility of nerve damage, but that won't be able to be diagnosed until at least three months after the accident. I haven't been able to wean myself off of the Percocet yet, and am having a bit of a relapse this evening. I just pushed myself a little hard this past week, trying to open Inherit up, and overdid it. Nothing a pill and some rest can't fix. Again, thank you all so much for your love and support. And a huge extra smooch to [ profile] stephl for the dancing banana card. Hee!

Now to sleep, perchance to dream. Actually, on the Percocet? Dreaming is pretty much guaranteed. Odd drug. G'night.


Nov. 26th, 2004 01:59 pm
e_juliana: (happyhappyjoyjoy)
Holy shit, I have been gone a while, haven't I?

We survived T'giving very nicely indeed, and it was one of the best things that could have happened right then for me. I've been going stir-crazy with not being able to go out and hang, so having friends here was wonderful. And the food, oh my yes. We had loads of nummy food. Food, friends, love... It was wonderful.

I am doing very well indeed. Percoset-d up, but well. Again, thank you for all the love and well wishes. I'll start gradually returning to online life, I promise.

For now, I am Making An Expedition all by myself to the Dr.'s office downtown. It's very exciting.

Love to all.
e_juliana: (impulse)
Hi. Popping on for a bit, but not long. I can focus on the keyboard, but not on the screen, so I apologize for typos and the lack of commenting and generally not being about. I'm also feeling amazingly futless and Percoset-ed up, so read at your own risk.

Where to start? I'm insanely lucky and insanely bored, all at the same time. I just spent three minutes talking to one of my bhodditsavas because I felt the need to acknowledge something greater than stupid dumb luck. A friend did some Reiki on me last night, and that was fantastic. The general outpouring of love and support and caring has been amazing.

I'm feeling pretty good lately. My right face hurts, but it's okay. I even went to Target today with Zach. he drove.

Surgery is on Tuesday. We're still hosting T'Day on Thursday. I may be more nervous about the party.

I can't taste very well right now. Everything is still swollen, and it's hard to chew, and there may or may not be nerve damage. We can't tell, and won't be able to for the next few weeks. Reed's Ginger Candy, therefore, is the bomb.

Also, Satsuma Mandarins have come in to the stores. If anyone wants to know what the holidays smell like to me, crack open a mandarin orange. We would get them in crates direct from Japan when I was a kid. Burning spruce is also a good smell, but you can't beat the mandarins.

I'm enjoying the solid food as much as possible, and do not plan to stay on the post-op liquid diet for a second longer than is necessary. (Solid is in this case relative, and mostly means applesauce, yogurt, portabella mushrooms, and Kashi GoLean shakes. Hey, it's better than jello.)


Again, thank you all for your support. Z will be updating you as things progress.

Love to everyone.
e_juliana: (tease)
But getting better.

Thai Kitchen Rice Noodle Soup Bowls are Teh Bomb when one is sick. The Hot & Sour and Roasted Garlic flavors are especially effective. Yeah, it's still fake-ish food, but it's damn yummy and spicy. I am, however, tired of my coworkers commenting on my eating habits. I've been eating soup (miso, normally) for breakfast for months. You'd think they'd stop with the 'strange breakfast' comments by now. Grrr.

I think I'm just an all-around fan of the Thai Kitchen brand. They have kick-ass rice noodle ramen, and a box of their Pad Thai was included in the swag bag for the marathon this year. I have yet to try it (I keep forgetting to buy bean sprouts), but I have high hopes.

Just a few more days until Seattle!! Whee! I'm still a little vague on what I'm going to do for my costume, but things should work out. I'm sad that I can't find a spider cocktail hat.

Knee pain

Jul. 1st, 2004 01:57 pm
e_juliana: (kickass)
Something I forgot to put in my previous post: I had to cut my run short this morning because my right knee - the one that has been giving me trouble for years - hurt too much to ignore. I know (hope!) it's a combination of the mileage increase, not taking ibuprofen in AK, and futzing with my shoes, but knee pain is worrisome, not matter what.

So. I take tonight and tomorrow easy, bump up the Advil, and hopefully I'll be ready for a six-mile run Saturday. Yes.
e_juliana: (Default)
I have been seen, she has pronounced it a moderate back strain, given me drugs, and sent me to her in-clinic chiro. I can run tomorrow.

She's efficient, yet will take the time to explain why she's prefers this course of treatment over that. She's a huge believer in pain management. She's open, kind, and sympathetic. I'm very grateful to have her.

Some people may not be so lucky, which pisses me off to no end.


Apr. 22nd, 2004 10:10 am
e_juliana: (b&w)
I am scheduled to run a 10-K on Saturday morning.

I have a doctor's appointment for my back on Friday.

If she tells me I can't run, I will be mightily upset. I'm really looking forward to it.

For all my misanthropy and dislike of crowds, I love running in races. I love the feeling of mass effort, the simultaneous competition against my own self and the others around me. At the speed I run, it's not a life-or-death battle. It's a bunch of people who happen to like pitting themselves against their own bodies and the clock. There is, as I said, competition in between the runners, but it's more of a spur than a "I must beat this other person or I will never be able to look myself in the eye again." Well, at least for me. I wouldn't be able to enjoy running if I were more invested in beating other people. What makes me run is the knowledge that I can improve every day, every race. I can beat myself, I can top my own records, I can look at a tough goal and say, "I can do that." It may take me a while, but I can do it, and I know how.

I love running and hate it at the same time. I love it because I can do it anytime, anywhere, as long as my body is up for it. I hate it because it is really fucking hard sometimes. It's punishing and brutal, and yet I must. I have no choice. I take a week off here and there, but I keep returning to it. Much like theater, but that's a different essay.

So, I run. And I will run Saturday. Unless I am told not to. Then we'll talk.
e_juliana: (b&w)
I took Friday off. It was just too hard to get up and come race about here like a rat in a maze. It had been too hard of a week, and I needed too much rest. So I called in, slept in, and then went for a 6-mile run. First one in a long time, that. Also, the first time in ages that I've run during the middle of the day, and not the dawn or the gloaming. It made me notice things, like the fact that the lakes are two feet shallow in spots. I hadn't realized exactly how bad the drought was until I saw (and smelled) that. Scary scary stuff. It's easy to ignore the signs when you live in an apartment in the middle of the city and are too busy to realize that the middle of April has come and gone, and the trees have barely started to bud.

They're budding now, though. We had a massive thunderstorm on Sunday, one of those fun ones where the sky doesn't look real just before it opens up. Fantastic. There should be some rain tonight, too. I love rain.

I signed up for a 10-K to be run on this Saturday. I'm not expecting to do well - hell, I've barely trained - but I needed something to kick me in the ass and make me go out and run. I've not been running very much, partly because I'm tired and lazy, and partly because I hurt my back in some indefinable way. All I know is that it hurts a LOT to sit for very long, but it doesn't bother me while I'm walking or running (much). I don't know what the hell is wrong, so I called in for a doctor appointment. All very odd and slightly bothersome. However, I'm sitting on a heating pad right now, AIFG. Those who have dealt with back injuries before, what should I do or watch out for? The pain is mostly in my mid-to-lower back area, and it flares the hell up whenever I twist. Anything?

We took the apartment that I talked about before. The pros outweighed the cons, and there are things I can do to the shower room to make it more useful for soaking. Like turning it into a makeshift steam room. We'll see.

Rehearsals for Picasso at the Lapin Agile started last night. It's going to be a fun time. Fantastic, really funny cast. And then me. :)

We have a hall reserved for the post-ceremony party, which is good. We need to be out of there by midnight, which is bad. We'll probably be renting a limo/bus to haul everyone over to an as-yet-to-be-determined hotel/bar. These things need to get worked out soon, but it's not urgent. Yet.

Work is, well, work. Lots of. My raise still hasn't gone through, but I am reassured that it will be retroactive whenever it decides to appear. Yay money!

I've been staying out of most of partly because of the afore-mentioned work, and partly because of the overwhelming influx. Can't cope, don't wanna. May duck back into Bitches if this keeps up....

All in all, I'm pretty happy. Must remember to focus on that instead of the petty little shit. Also, must remember to focus on that when it's reported that people think that Bush has a better understanding of what to do about terrorism than Kerry. Head, meet desk.
e_juliana: (tat)
Not nearly as much as some on my f-list, but still. It's pretty ingrained in me that you work through whatever illness you have by your own damn self, and that's that. Also, having to go to someone and admit that I'm not doing just fine? Very hard.

However, these allergies are getting worse and worse, and I continue to be exhausted and wanting to sleep for over 10 hours per day. The tired could very well be depression-related, but it might not be. I don't feel depressed right now, and I'm certainly familiar enough with the feeling. So, I have an call in to schedule an appointment with my doctor, and she will do bloodwork and possibly refer me to a nutritionist. I've also requested a referral to an allergy specialist.

I'm very glad that I work for a company that has a health plan that allows me to do these things for a minimal cost. I'm very glad that I have a job, period. These things are good and scarce these days.

However, none of that is making me any happier about actually doing all of this medical shite. But hey, I want to be healthy, right? I don't want to be Little Miss Sniffly anymore, that's for damnsure. And I don't want to continue to annoy my friends with my whining and wheezing. So off I go. At some point. When the office gets back to me.


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