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azurelunatic) wrote2021-12-26 04:51 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2021-12-26 04:51 pm
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Strattera: still doing well, about to bump up to the next dosing level when the set of pills I just chugged kicks in. (I was on 25s; there were still some 25s left when I got bumped to 60s; I am getting the rest of the 25s out of the way by having 50mg for as many days as they last (not many). I kept with the 25s until the next bottle was actually in my hands, which is why it's starting today instead of Thursday. It was actually supposed to start yesterday, but I forgot to take my morning pills until around 5, so it's no good doing THAT. But today I start the 50mg.)
Dr. V was impressed by my bullet journals, and actually said that I could probably teach a class on How To Use Lists To Organize Your Life. I find this slightly alarming, because I'm not actually sure I'm qualified to help other people find a thing that works for them, vs. teaching my personal method.
He tried to give me an article on prompt waking from a respected psychiatrist. I politely told him that I could not accept this, handed it back, and told him about That Terrible Sleep Neurologist and that I had to respect my body's communication on what is and isn't enough sleep. (But the great thing about this stuff? I've been waking up coherently in the morning and able to get out of bed and start my day if I'm not still sleepy and in need of a little more.)
Due to the surgery, I am not quite yet cleared to use straws. This means that taking a drink in an inhabited area involves nearly full mask removal, not just a quick lift to shove the straw underneath. So I injured my throat during that appointment due to talking with extremely dry mouth. This is Annoying.
Last Christmas: I lost the Wham! game at the pre-surgical appointment.
From Tumblr:
Yulegoat: Burned!
Surgery: went well! Because I was not sedated, there were no food restrictions beforehand. (And I saw that their instructions were for a six hour fast beforehand, which was pleasing on account of Rah's yelling-at-professionals over on the Twits.) I was on oxygen, which both cleared and irritated my sinuses. I had an increased level of nosebleed for the few days after. They made me nice and comfortable with my knees propped and head cradled, and then tilted the chair to the side, which made me worry that I'd possibly fall off during. I put myself into a brainspace where I was Not Bothered by the Goings-On, and proceeded to zone out during the procedure. This was helped by the dinging of the heart rate monitor, because that helped me focus on my breathing. There were a few stitches, the surgeon trimmed the edges off the invisalign-type plastic tray that contains The Fake Tooth (it is an Essix Appliance, apparently) and sent me off. The assistant told me I have very nice skin, after wiping some of the blood off my face.
By rationing the Good Painkillers they prescribed, I was able to get through. I side-fucking-eye that restriction, because from a behavioral standpoint, that is how you get addictions.
Between Ev and all of the support from others, the costs are covered!!! Hooray!
Recovery has been going well. I had a Mystery Tender Warm Lump near the end of an incision. I applied hot tea to it, the tenderness started to resolve promptly, and by the next morning I was satisfied with the progress. Belovedest helped me try and photograph it. This involved me sticking my phone in my mouth and them kneeling under it and peering up to tell me when I was in focus. I found this hilarious.
Food restrictions are going slightly less well. I have been judiciously ignoring the prohibition against Cronch when my mental health required it. Chips with hummus: not a problem when I have been careful, and I have been careful. "Cheese Bites" in soup: one stabbing so far, but it has not caused a problem. (And the Kellogg's strike and boycott are over, for now, so we can resume Cheez-Its, which are a little less sharp.)
We have ordered some things off the internets to attempt a DIY Essix Appliance, on the scale of $30 rather than $300, in the event that I manage to break or lose mine. So far we have two of the items. I have discovered that my water flosser is great for getting gunk out of the bits that are unreachable via the toothbrush.
Craigslist: Some recently widowed guy on Craigslist posted his late wife's clothes for free. We exchanged a few messages. His wife had died at 41 of uterine cancer. After a few go-rounds, it turned out he wasn't ready to give up the clothes just yet, but I could contact him in a few months. Perhaps I shall. I did get some weird Lonely Widower vibes, so I made sure to mention Belovedest after the first few messages. The first intended meeting was interrupted by his mom breaking a hip, and after that I had A Feeling.
The Expensive Office Chairs from an earlier Craigslisting are coming in super handy. One is in Sewzb0t Parlor and is much better for sewing and sorting than the armed one. One is Around in the basement and I have a thing I want to do with it. The third one is sitting in the kitchen and means I can sort and put away things in the fridge without Falling Over, and it's GREAT.
Internet Culture: The whole internet loves Jorts and Jean, the wholesome office cats!
*5 minutes later*
I am delighted to inform you that Jorts is kind and inclusive on the level of Dr. Tingle, and Jean is pro-union.
(I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE BUTTERED JORTS)
The official euphemism for "Am I The Asshole", according to![[twitter.com profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/e0caa790ec10/-/twitter.com/favicon.ico)
amynewsmith, is "Who's The Bad Guy Here?" which can be used in explanations to children who are too young to hear their parents saying Asshole.
Gaming: Good times. J was sorting the Extremely Unsuitable For The Situation cards out of a Cards Against Humanity deck. We helped. Then we played with that deck, and found a few more cards that were Not Suited Either. We had dinner, and Jackbox.
Media room: with some help from Belovedest and Ev, I rearranged the items that were making the room basically impassable into something much less terrible. The electronics came out of the closet, the book boxes got stacked inside, the table got turned around so the monitors can be docked with, the Big Monitor got shoved out of the way towards the back of the desk, the CDs and DVDs got shelved, clothes were moved, the Big Monitor Box went in the weird gap in the closet space, and the electronics bits went into our bedroom.
Heat pump: tech came out in daylight and examined the outdoor connections. It looks fine, with none of the discoloration and other things there would be from a further refrigerant leak.
Ev: came over with Meow Meow and got her settled in and we did some shopping for snacks. Then I woke up at ass o'clock for the airport trip, and she flew off to her birth parents' for a week, extended on account of snow at Sea-Tac and possibly Omicron in the crew. She's rebooked for Monday but we'll see how that goes. Her mom is currently mad at Grandma and Bro, for some reason, which makes Ev the golden child and so mom is avoiding her. Grandma is sniping about lack of boyfriend and acne (clearly the lack of boyfriend is caused by acne). Mom is surprisingly reasonable about lack of boyfriend, because Mom's standards for any boyfriend of Ev's are high (and wrong for Ev).
Cats:
Escape Calico tries to practice Inaccupressure on Alex. It's not very effective. She went on An Explore outside today. When it's inclement, she keeps to the side of the house for her explorations, and is a bit harder to catch.
Yellface is upset that Meow Meow has infiltrated her space, and has been getting hissy at humans a little, too. Poor Yellface. (She took offense at Ev walking around, because Yellface was trying to get out of Ev's way and then Ev kept walking along the same path that Yellface was taking. She also took offense at me trying to pet her when she was upset, and at me carrying her to the bedroom past Meow Meow.)
Meow Meow can be Stinky, and is extremely hit or miss on burying her poops. (She does attempt, but often it's trying to kick the side of the litter box over the poo, not trying to kick litter.) She is also very sweet, and has snuggled up to me and stood upon me. Like Yellface, she has Opinions when she believes the service in this establishment is Slow. She has also been informed that we do not go in the garbage cans, and we do not jump up on the sink.
General ADHD chaos: I have no fuckin' idea where my iPod is right now. It's somewhere in the house. I knew where it was. Then my brain got slammed with other things and I have no idea where it is right now. I cleaned several places in search of it! I found the mini-purse I thought it was in. Nope. WTF.
Holidays!
Solstice: Yay longest night. Yay sunrise!
Christmas Eve: selected a restaurant and picked up the traditional feast. Nom.
Christmas: One of Belovedest's family sent a refurbished Pixel 3a XL, and it turns out to be Locked in a way that makes Belovedest's intentions impossible. Now, I have one that seems to be Unlocked. So we are doing A Swap. So I was doing that, among other things. Unfortunately, the swap has not solved my problem of the screen blacking out on certain notifications. Woe.
Boxing Day: It started snowing on Christmas and snew overnight, so that we had two inches on the sidewalk by noon. Belovedest went out and scooped the driveway and I believe sidewalk as well. We may have to shovel more to get out tomorrow to pick Ev up.
Dr. V was impressed by my bullet journals, and actually said that I could probably teach a class on How To Use Lists To Organize Your Life. I find this slightly alarming, because I'm not actually sure I'm qualified to help other people find a thing that works for them, vs. teaching my personal method.
He tried to give me an article on prompt waking from a respected psychiatrist. I politely told him that I could not accept this, handed it back, and told him about That Terrible Sleep Neurologist and that I had to respect my body's communication on what is and isn't enough sleep. (But the great thing about this stuff? I've been waking up coherently in the morning and able to get out of bed and start my day if I'm not still sleepy and in need of a little more.)
Due to the surgery, I am not quite yet cleared to use straws. This means that taking a drink in an inhabited area involves nearly full mask removal, not just a quick lift to shove the straw underneath. So I injured my throat during that appointment due to talking with extremely dry mouth. This is Annoying.
Last Christmas: I lost the Wham! game at the pre-surgical appointment.
From Tumblr:
last christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day
you said you were gay
This year
I found out I’m queer
and I even transed my gender
Yulegoat: Burned!
Surgery: went well! Because I was not sedated, there were no food restrictions beforehand. (And I saw that their instructions were for a six hour fast beforehand, which was pleasing on account of Rah's yelling-at-professionals over on the Twits.) I was on oxygen, which both cleared and irritated my sinuses. I had an increased level of nosebleed for the few days after. They made me nice and comfortable with my knees propped and head cradled, and then tilted the chair to the side, which made me worry that I'd possibly fall off during. I put myself into a brainspace where I was Not Bothered by the Goings-On, and proceeded to zone out during the procedure. This was helped by the dinging of the heart rate monitor, because that helped me focus on my breathing. There were a few stitches, the surgeon trimmed the edges off the invisalign-type plastic tray that contains The Fake Tooth (it is an Essix Appliance, apparently) and sent me off. The assistant told me I have very nice skin, after wiping some of the blood off my face.
By rationing the Good Painkillers they prescribed, I was able to get through. I side-fucking-eye that restriction, because from a behavioral standpoint, that is how you get addictions.
Between Ev and all of the support from others, the costs are covered!!! Hooray!
Recovery has been going well. I had a Mystery Tender Warm Lump near the end of an incision. I applied hot tea to it, the tenderness started to resolve promptly, and by the next morning I was satisfied with the progress. Belovedest helped me try and photograph it. This involved me sticking my phone in my mouth and them kneeling under it and peering up to tell me when I was in focus. I found this hilarious.
Food restrictions are going slightly less well. I have been judiciously ignoring the prohibition against Cronch when my mental health required it. Chips with hummus: not a problem when I have been careful, and I have been careful. "Cheese Bites" in soup: one stabbing so far, but it has not caused a problem. (And the Kellogg's strike and boycott are over, for now, so we can resume Cheez-Its, which are a little less sharp.)
We have ordered some things off the internets to attempt a DIY Essix Appliance, on the scale of $30 rather than $300, in the event that I manage to break or lose mine. So far we have two of the items. I have discovered that my water flosser is great for getting gunk out of the bits that are unreachable via the toothbrush.
Craigslist: Some recently widowed guy on Craigslist posted his late wife's clothes for free. We exchanged a few messages. His wife had died at 41 of uterine cancer. After a few go-rounds, it turned out he wasn't ready to give up the clothes just yet, but I could contact him in a few months. Perhaps I shall. I did get some weird Lonely Widower vibes, so I made sure to mention Belovedest after the first few messages. The first intended meeting was interrupted by his mom breaking a hip, and after that I had A Feeling.
The Expensive Office Chairs from an earlier Craigslisting are coming in super handy. One is in Sewzb0t Parlor and is much better for sewing and sorting than the armed one. One is Around in the basement and I have a thing I want to do with it. The third one is sitting in the kitchen and means I can sort and put away things in the fridge without Falling Over, and it's GREAT.
Internet Culture: The whole internet loves Jorts and Jean, the wholesome office cats!
*5 minutes later*
I am delighted to inform you that Jorts is kind and inclusive on the level of Dr. Tingle, and Jean is pro-union.
(I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE BUTTERED JORTS)
The official euphemism for "Am I The Asshole", according to
Gaming: Good times. J was sorting the Extremely Unsuitable For The Situation cards out of a Cards Against Humanity deck. We helped. Then we played with that deck, and found a few more cards that were Not Suited Either. We had dinner, and Jackbox.
Media room: with some help from Belovedest and Ev, I rearranged the items that were making the room basically impassable into something much less terrible. The electronics came out of the closet, the book boxes got stacked inside, the table got turned around so the monitors can be docked with, the Big Monitor got shoved out of the way towards the back of the desk, the CDs and DVDs got shelved, clothes were moved, the Big Monitor Box went in the weird gap in the closet space, and the electronics bits went into our bedroom.
Heat pump: tech came out in daylight and examined the outdoor connections. It looks fine, with none of the discoloration and other things there would be from a further refrigerant leak.
Ev: came over with Meow Meow and got her settled in and we did some shopping for snacks. Then I woke up at ass o'clock for the airport trip, and she flew off to her birth parents' for a week, extended on account of snow at Sea-Tac and possibly Omicron in the crew. She's rebooked for Monday but we'll see how that goes. Her mom is currently mad at Grandma and Bro, for some reason, which makes Ev the golden child and so mom is avoiding her. Grandma is sniping about lack of boyfriend and acne (clearly the lack of boyfriend is caused by acne). Mom is surprisingly reasonable about lack of boyfriend, because Mom's standards for any boyfriend of Ev's are high (and wrong for Ev).
Cats:
Escape Calico tries to practice Inaccupressure on Alex. It's not very effective. She went on An Explore outside today. When it's inclement, she keeps to the side of the house for her explorations, and is a bit harder to catch.
Yellface is upset that Meow Meow has infiltrated her space, and has been getting hissy at humans a little, too. Poor Yellface. (She took offense at Ev walking around, because Yellface was trying to get out of Ev's way and then Ev kept walking along the same path that Yellface was taking. She also took offense at me trying to pet her when she was upset, and at me carrying her to the bedroom past Meow Meow.)
Meow Meow can be Stinky, and is extremely hit or miss on burying her poops. (She does attempt, but often it's trying to kick the side of the litter box over the poo, not trying to kick litter.) She is also very sweet, and has snuggled up to me and stood upon me. Like Yellface, she has Opinions when she believes the service in this establishment is Slow. She has also been informed that we do not go in the garbage cans, and we do not jump up on the sink.
General ADHD chaos: I have no fuckin' idea where my iPod is right now. It's somewhere in the house. I knew where it was. Then my brain got slammed with other things and I have no idea where it is right now. I cleaned several places in search of it! I found the mini-purse I thought it was in. Nope. WTF.
Holidays!
Solstice: Yay longest night. Yay sunrise!
Christmas Eve: selected a restaurant and picked up the traditional feast. Nom.
Christmas: One of Belovedest's family sent a refurbished Pixel 3a XL, and it turns out to be Locked in a way that makes Belovedest's intentions impossible. Now, I have one that seems to be Unlocked. So we are doing A Swap. So I was doing that, among other things. Unfortunately, the swap has not solved my problem of the screen blacking out on certain notifications. Woe.
Boxing Day: It started snowing on Christmas and snew overnight, so that we had two inches on the sidewalk by noon. Belovedest went out and scooped the driveway and I believe sidewalk as well. We may have to shovel more to get out tomorrow to pick Ev up.
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