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Sep. 15th, 2015 12:21 amNew meds kicked in, in earnest, on Sunday. Friday night, I came back to work after usual dinner, and felt sharp and normal. Saturday I was a little more awake than usual (normally I sleep most of the day). Saturday night I saw something out of place, didn't ignore it, and put it away.
Sunday I tidied. I did not overdo it, but Things Look Somewhat Different, and I have a coherent plan for how I'm going to rearrange the apartment.
Today?
First was the appointment for the sleep study. I got parked and checked in, and got the form filled out, then I got shown the little gadget that I'll be wearing on my wrist tonight. It's the size of a 1970s futuristic smartwatch plugged into what looks like two fingers' worth of a Fukuoku 9000. I have every confidence that I will at some point bash it into my forehead. Fortunately, after I turn it on, it won't turn off.
The briefing was video, but when I said that video was my least effective learning method, the doctor did a live demo. She admired my hair, and I gave her a dye recommendation for her daughter, who is into colorful hair.
Then I went to work. I had been seeing emails between Researcher Haystack and the database vendor flying back and forth. This reassured me somewhat, as I'm not super comfortable in the guts of a Linux machine, and I've been extra-scattered and I'm adjusting back still.
Lunch was with Purple and a few of the guys. We talked about gun culture and rape culture, with a detour through AK-47 Guy land. It's sort of fun to derail a guy who is talking about AK-47s in the theoretical sense and ask him if he's ever been on the wrong side of one. (He hadn't. I had.) (It occurs to me that I am approaching having Aunt Nancy levels of shenanigans in my life, which does please me somewhat, even though many of the shenanigans are regrettable.)
After lunch, I swapped my chair out with the yoga ball.
lb dropped by after he'd gone on a milkshake run, and we chatted a bit.
When I saw the email (cc-ed to me) from Researcher Haystack to the Data Center Guy who sits behind me, asking if he knew anything about the backup situation for the database VM, I responded with an appropriate cat picture. Haystack emerged and asked me had I had anything important on that database. Nothing important, just tedious. I responded with the Tango Maureen, as is the custom of our people. (Purple, it may be noted, bounced hard off that one; he is not much of a fan of feckless artists in NYC.)
I demonstrated a modern blood glucose meter to the other emergency response team members on my team, so if they ever encounter a diabetic feeling woozy, they may feel more confident asking them if they'd like a little help doing a blood test.
I cleared through a number of things in my inbox. I found information about the little sleep study jobbie and showed Purple. Purple tried to tease me by making up plausible-sounding side effects; he wasn't expecting them to be quite plausible enough that I'd seem worried, which I did. He confessed to his sins, and we set about coming up with better side effects. Somehow in this conversation, I suggested "lesbian bed death" (on my mind because the Fukuoku 9000 is associated in my mind with Dykes to Watch Out For) and then I had to explain that.
In the parking lot, we started at e-ink tattoos and wandered through a world where you have to put the charger on your tattoo for a couple hours in order to reprogram it, a world where walking through the airport scanner will scramble your magnetic tattoo, that friend of his with transgenic fish DNA in her arm, and eventually winding up at ( mild body horror ).
The Knightmares world needs these tattoos.
I had already racked up an impressive amount of abdominal workout throughout the day, and I didn't seem to be getting tired. So I got some more when I got home, with the addition of techno. I was slowing down after a while, but at a certain point the numbers start to become influential, and you see if you can get a little more. And I could. Final count was 21,187, which is just over 3x my usual goal. Fortunately my abs have already seen a little work, or else I'd be in a bit of a pickle tomorrow.
Now I shall go shower, then get ready for bed, including the Wristwatch of Tomorrow. This is going to be interesting.
Sunday I tidied. I did not overdo it, but Things Look Somewhat Different, and I have a coherent plan for how I'm going to rearrange the apartment.
Today?
First was the appointment for the sleep study. I got parked and checked in, and got the form filled out, then I got shown the little gadget that I'll be wearing on my wrist tonight. It's the size of a 1970s futuristic smartwatch plugged into what looks like two fingers' worth of a Fukuoku 9000. I have every confidence that I will at some point bash it into my forehead. Fortunately, after I turn it on, it won't turn off.
The briefing was video, but when I said that video was my least effective learning method, the doctor did a live demo. She admired my hair, and I gave her a dye recommendation for her daughter, who is into colorful hair.
Then I went to work. I had been seeing emails between Researcher Haystack and the database vendor flying back and forth. This reassured me somewhat, as I'm not super comfortable in the guts of a Linux machine, and I've been extra-scattered and I'm adjusting back still.
Lunch was with Purple and a few of the guys. We talked about gun culture and rape culture, with a detour through AK-47 Guy land. It's sort of fun to derail a guy who is talking about AK-47s in the theoretical sense and ask him if he's ever been on the wrong side of one. (He hadn't. I had.) (It occurs to me that I am approaching having Aunt Nancy levels of shenanigans in my life, which does please me somewhat, even though many of the shenanigans are regrettable.)
After lunch, I swapped my chair out with the yoga ball.
lb dropped by after he'd gone on a milkshake run, and we chatted a bit.
When I saw the email (cc-ed to me) from Researcher Haystack to the Data Center Guy who sits behind me, asking if he knew anything about the backup situation for the database VM, I responded with an appropriate cat picture. Haystack emerged and asked me had I had anything important on that database. Nothing important, just tedious. I responded with the Tango Maureen, as is the custom of our people. (Purple, it may be noted, bounced hard off that one; he is not much of a fan of feckless artists in NYC.)
I demonstrated a modern blood glucose meter to the other emergency response team members on my team, so if they ever encounter a diabetic feeling woozy, they may feel more confident asking them if they'd like a little help doing a blood test.
I cleared through a number of things in my inbox. I found information about the little sleep study jobbie and showed Purple. Purple tried to tease me by making up plausible-sounding side effects; he wasn't expecting them to be quite plausible enough that I'd seem worried, which I did. He confessed to his sins, and we set about coming up with better side effects. Somehow in this conversation, I suggested "lesbian bed death" (on my mind because the Fukuoku 9000 is associated in my mind with Dykes to Watch Out For) and then I had to explain that.
In the parking lot, we started at e-ink tattoos and wandered through a world where you have to put the charger on your tattoo for a couple hours in order to reprogram it, a world where walking through the airport scanner will scramble your magnetic tattoo, that friend of his with transgenic fish DNA in her arm, and eventually winding up at ( mild body horror ).
The Knightmares world needs these tattoos.
I had already racked up an impressive amount of abdominal workout throughout the day, and I didn't seem to be getting tired. So I got some more when I got home, with the addition of techno. I was slowing down after a while, but at a certain point the numbers start to become influential, and you see if you can get a little more. And I could. Final count was 21,187, which is just over 3x my usual goal. Fortunately my abs have already seen a little work, or else I'd be in a bit of a pickle tomorrow.
Now I shall go shower, then get ready for bed, including the Wristwatch of Tomorrow. This is going to be interesting.
