13,994 Days Alive
It’s been a bit since I’ve done an actual blog post.
I’ve… not been okay.
Continue reading “Of Ham and Haruhi Hitlock”
13,994 Days Alive
It’s been a bit since I’ve done an actual blog post.
I’ve… not been okay.
Continue reading “Of Ham and Haruhi Hitlock”13,984 Days Alive
1.24 Pounds of Pulled Pork Made
1 Sink of 2 Cleared of Dishes
Well, work was stressful today. No more than usual now, but still, enough that eating made me nauseous.
Continue reading “Of Pork and Progress”13,974 Days Alive
2.5 Hours and Counting Sitting in Uncomfortable Emergency Room Waiting Room Chairs
1 Diet Mountain Dew
Ugh. Tonight did not go to plan. I’m helping a roommate out, giving him a lift to the ER of the hospital I work at.
Continue reading “Of Headaches and Hurting”13,974 Days Alive
13 Rows into the Main Body of J’s Wrap
1 Snuggly Kitty Baby Boy
Today is a high pain day. Like a solid seven and a half out of ten. My hips are screaming, my knees hurt, my hands hurt too much to crochet. I can knit, as it takes different hand positions and is less painful, but man does it suck to be me today.
Continue reading “Of Seasons and Spock Snuggles”13,973 Days Alive
522 Rows to go in J’s Wrap
1 Haircut
My knees are absolutely screaming today, or at least my right one. I don’t know what I did, but I feel like I need to get a knee brace. It feels like the kneecap itself is trying to escape.
Continue reading “Of Knees and Knitting”13,966 Days Alive
38 Days Till Halloween
1 Unfortunately Restarted Project
Happiest of holidays to all! Joyous Mabon, happy Autumnal Equinox, and if naught else, happy Saturday!
Continue reading “Of Coraline and Caron Cakes”Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
Honestly? My own diagnoses, that’s what I’d like to be more informed about.
I don’t know much about diabetes other than “sugar/carbs BAD”. I know Metformin helps my blood sugar, so does my basaglar. But I don’t know more than that. And every time I ask, I get referred to an endocrinologist that turns out to be some sort of shitheel.
I don’t know that much about fibromyalgia except that pregabalin helps me function at a three to five, usually, on the pain scale rather than a seven to nine. I know I still hurt.
I know I’m likely going to need new knees at some point, for they’ve been bad since I was a teenager.
I want to know more about Autism Spectrum Disorder, beyond people trying to fix me.
And don’t get me started on my bipolar. No one, none of my providers, have done anything but throw medication at the problem (read: me), and suggest therapy. Except I can’t find an affordable, in-network therapist that is queer/asexually friendly.
My most recent attempt at therapy cost me $65 for half an hour, and I was told to medicate to fix my “low libido issue”. Fuck off with that.
Ugh. I guess I’ll be googling stuff in the near future.
13,959 Days Alive
277.5 Miles Travelled Today
88 Damage on a Crit Roll
3 Sesame Balls Eaten
1 Grand Adventure with my Darling Mellon
Date day, this morning, kicked off about an hour after it was supposed to. We both slept in till almost eight. We were trying to be on the road sometime after seven thirty.
Continue reading “Of Conveyor Belts and Consumption of Cheetos”13,956 Days Alive
2,031 Posts on PostmarkWonderland
7 Minutes of Being Yelled At
4 Breadsticks Eaten with Alfredo Sauce
1 LinkTree Created
Today was… a day. Difficult and dramatic and frustrating.
Continue reading “Of Lists and Laughter”13,953 Days Alive
9 Spooky Season Cards Made
1 Nap Needed, But Not Taken
I went over to Tina’s place today to make cards. It was a lot of fun. But I really should have eaten or something before I went. Or during. I ate after, at least.
Continue reading “Of Cardstock and Cackles”13,952 Days Alive
9,253 Books To Read
30 Someodd Spooky Cards to Make
1 Planned Project Tomorrow
I’m going to hang out with Tina tomorrow and make spooky cards! I’m super excited.
Continue reading “Of Deities and Downloads”Why do you blog?
Well, I’ll be honest.
This blog started as me ranting, being pissed off and angry and a whole bunch of other emotions, at being diagnosed bipolar. But I realized, slowly, that it wasn’t an emotional death sentence.
I’m still me. I’m just me with a label.
13,944 Days Alive
$75 for Insulin
4 Insulin Pens
J is coming! They’re almost here. I’m so excited.
We’re talking on the phone now while she’s driving in from Ohio.
I’m going to go read and chat with her more.
Take your meds, folks.