Category: Work

Pleasantries, Perspective, Pain Meds, and PBJ

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Days Alive: 12,185

Word Count For NaNoWriMo: 15,515

Words Left to Write For NaNoWriMo: 34,485

Laps Around the Campus Building Today: 7

Times I Said “Pleased to meet you!”: 27

Slices of Supreme Pizza Eaten: 2

Episodes of Bake Off Watched: 2

Hot Cocoa Kisses Eaten: 4

The third day of my new adventure was lovely! I got the official tour of the facility. Met so many people… whose names I have nearly all immediately forgotten. Ah well. Miriam tried her best.

I wish I could offer some cheerful tripe about how my awesome night of sleep made for an amazing morning, a cheerful day at work, an easy day, and restful evening. But all I can say is that work was good, and I am in vision darkening levels of pain.

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Curry, Chinese, and Chuckling

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Days Alive: 12,184

Word Count for NaNoWriMo: 13,765

Words Left to Write: 36,235

Crochet Projects Left at Home: 1

New Things Learned: SO MANY

Phone Calls Answered: 12

Meals with Loved Ones: 2

I will make this brief as I am utterly exhausted. I’m still having trouble sleeping. Between body pain, insomnia, the unexpectedly large amount of walking I do at the new adventure, and various cats singing the song of their people at all hours of the night, I am beyond kaput.

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Dramatic, Traumatic, and Therapeutic

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Days alive: 12,176

Days till NaNoWriMo: 2 and counting!

Crochet projects worked on today: 1

Writing projects worked on today: 2

Lunchtime spent with J: 1

Frappa-Whatzit consumed: 1

Positions resigned: 1

I resigned from my job today. Cried in my car once I got to Moe’s, then again at Starbucks.

It was necessary, but so, so very stressful for me.

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Pride, People, and Perpetual Procrastination

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Days alive: 12,175

Days till NaNoWriMo: 3 and counting!

Cats ignoring my personal space bubble: 3

Years competing in NaNoWriMo: 11 so far

Chapters left to finish before 1st November: 5

Crochet projects worked on: 1

Books left to read: 4,713

Skeins bought despite the yarn buying moratorium: only 1, I swear!

Oh boy. I slept in, after not sleeping last night until my alarm went off at 530 a.m. And after that I finally got some rest. I didn’t get properly out of bed for anything but morning medications and a bathroom break until 2:30 p.m. But I needed the rest. And I’m still exhausted and ready for bed even now.

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Clingy Headaches, Car Wash, Change, and Cat-Riddled Crochet

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Days alive: 12,170

Crochet projects worked on: 1

Car washes gone through: 1

Shadow headache/secondary migraine: 1

Lotto tickets bought: 0 because I forgot, but my Darling Wife bought one.

Days until NaNoWriMo: 8 days and counting!

I woke up at four am again, got up at five thirty to take a shower before my appointment at one pm today. I hate difficult appointments, but this one went better than I thought it may have. Still didn’t get enough sleep. Continue reading “Clingy Headaches, Car Wash, Change, and Cat-Riddled Crochet” →

A Little Post-Luncheon Update

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Days alive: 12,169

Lean Pockets consumed: 2

Hours slept: less than 6

Naps needed: all of them!

Days until NaNoWriMo: 9 and counting

Mgs of caffeine imbibed thus far: 632. And I’m still tired.

Gallons of water consumed: ½ gallon

Books left to read: 4,298

img_0923I have had enough caffeine that I should likely be able to skip halfway to the moon. But I’m still exhausted. Which is hilarious as I got five plus hours of sleep last night.

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Sleep Depo Hell

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Days alive: no clue.

Hours awake: lost count.

I still have barely slept. I think my total is less than six hours for this week. My hands won’t stop shaking and I’m so tired my chest aches like I’ve gotten into a bar fight and lost-badly.

I feel like the terrible ice cream cone that’s melting faster than anyone can eat it. Like I’m just dissolving into a pile of useless, colorful goo.

img_0568-1It me.

I’m trying to power through. I’m trying to keep going. But I also called my doctor for help because I absolutely can’t continue like this.

Pray for me, and pray that sleep is no longer an evasive bastard.

Edit: typos fixed. I think?

New Week, Better Grip

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Days alive: 12,148

Current number of ebooks: 4,182

Hours slept: about four

Number of lipsticks I own: 81 (estimated. I actually have no idea because I can’t find them all.)

I haven’t been sleeping. So I’ve done a bit of research. I know a little more about my diagnosis. Still not happy about it, but I can’t seem to quite put into words why I am so upset. It’s frustrating because I try to explain that while I understand that life may be a little easier with treatment now that a specific problem/source has been identified, but I still don’t like the diagnosis at all.

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