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azurelunatic: Hacker-Kitty (aka Yellface) snuggling with Azz. (Hacker-Kitty)
Yellface nearly got 1.5 to 3x her recommended dosage of my Spironolactone. That's one of the drugs I'm changing doses of. Turns out I can snap the pills in half with my fingers. And as I was depositing a snapped pill from my hands into its little bottle, doing the pill maintenance ahead of the actual pill case filling --

*cling*
*FLING*

and Yellface, always eager for a treat (especially before dinner), POUNCED.

"YELLFACE NO YELLFACE NO YELLFACE NO!!!!" I shouted. Calmly.

She had been about to crunch down on it, but looked up all Shocked-Pikachu, and then bounded away as I got up to see what the situation was.

The half-pill was still on the floor. Undampened.

After retrieving it, I (calmly) told Belovedest that she didn't eat it, and what she didn't eat. And then went to go look up what it does in cats (it's used off-label, actually) and then the dosage.

And then (after she came back from Le Grand Prix du Couloir) I tossed her some dental treats. Of a completely different color and shape. In the other direction. With much praise and encouragement.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Note: I am fine, except how we're all generally not fine. My antidepressants are basically holding steady, but the anxiety meds do need a tweak. Or two.


Last week, to my therapist, apparently: "...and I'll be following up with my psych about getting breakthrough meds for anxiety."

The next day, somewhere in the middle of the latest medication gothic: my therapist gets a message saying "Hey did you know your client is asking for meds? Maybe you need another appointment?"
My therapist, to herself: "My client? Is asking? For meds? We discussed it at our last appointment? WELL, GIVE THEM MEDS, THEN!"

Me to my therapist, today: "anyway they finally coughed up some of the stuff, you know, the antihistamine", and "and I was thinking, I HAVE MAXED OUT MY COPING SKILLS I COULD PROBABLY TEACH A CLASS ON COPING SKILLS, I HAVE DEALT WITH THE PAIN FROM A BROKEN TOOTH USING MEDITATION, I WENT DECADES WITH SUICIDAL DEPRESSION ONLY USING COPING SKILLS AND A LIBRARY, I WOULD NOT BE ASKING FOR MEDICATION IF I THOUGHT I COULD DO IT MYSELF."

(note: as soon as I safely could admit to a medical professional that I needed antidepressants, I did, I got them, and they would have to pry them out of my live and very angry hands if they haven't stopped working on me -- at which point I would be looking for another type that worked. my example is here for reasons of I kinda had to, and may the generations of the future never know what we had to go through.)

...

Psych appointment is next week.

Noodle is in the truck.

The death of someone in my greater circles, who I'd probably never talked to directly but I always admired her presence, is still haunting me all these years later. Her name is on Trump's body count list. I told my therapist that even if I did have the opportunity, which I won't, I couldn't possibly strangle That Man with these lily-white hands. (what a fucking phrase for a cliche, eh???) I just hope that when he goes, he is alone and scared, and that he feels the weight of every one of those deaths. And cracked a joke. She reminded me about legos. I cracked another one.

She hadn't known about the ABCDEF, and we giggled a bit about how Stephen King cracking a tasteless joke about Elon Musk's relationships resulting in him getting kicked off the service formerly known as Twitter? that was actually pretty high up there on the Grimness scale.

I'm trying to talk about the normal things in my life. History will record many of the abnormal things. But we're still sharing cat memes in group chat. We're still reading books. We're still cussing out the dishes. We're still looking at the dishbox with dismay, dispirited woe, and sometimes despair. I'm still getting cricks in my neck from excessive muscle tension.

Even if all I can get out of the day is lying in bed with a book, or maybe some not intellectually challenging video and a pair of prism glasses: I'm still here, and I'll do the best I can.


Bonus: I told my therapist about the study I'm in, and how I am using that depression-engraved ability to find problems in a constructive way, and how it is going to result in gift cards, and how I have a Target glass tree habit. And I held up the three trees on my desk in slow, dramatic succession.

"Have you seen that tiktok video, it's this doctor," my therapist wheezed, "where he goes around Target, holding things up to the camera, and saying--"
"NO!" I completed, giggling. "I actually haven't seen THAT one, but I have seen a lot of similar content over the years. Had you seen the one that's the dog toy or ... NOT a dog toy?"
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Pippin, downstairs, is who we usually mean when the household says "peecat".

Yellface, upstairs, was observed screaming at the door frame on Thursday, in a way that could have just been Cats Are Like That, Man. Then on Friday, observed variously screaming and crying and squatting on various parts of floor. With, yup, pink droplets.

A Friday vet appointment was not forthcoming. We put her in bathroom isolation, with a puppy pad and some crumpled paper towels so she could feel like she was burying things. (Otherwise she goes looking for random portable items in the room to bury her excretion zone, and we do not prefer this.)

She was feeling substantially better by Saturday morning. But she is a Little Old Lady and prone to bladder issues. So we kept the Monday appointment that Belovedest had managed to book.

(I tanked up on coffee, because the timing was ... very much what it was.)

We're keeping an eye on her kidneys, she got a 14 day shot of antibiotics (much easier than a twice a day medication for two weeks), and (crucially) a liquid pain medication that we can pull out the NEXT time she starts to display pain symptoms right before the weekend. (Because cats.)

Then Belovedest went straight to work and Yellface and I went home while listening to Long Live Evil in audiobook (she cries less in the car with spoken human voice content) and I tried to fall over but had to keep getting up because I'd misjudged my caffeine dose. Again, I cannot recommend --

(This time was much less Terrible than last time, for reasons.)

After I'd had sufficient, if non-sleeping, downtime, Nora called. And I located my fluffy white skirt, my lace parasol, my off-white sweater, and some beads that I could use in a particular crochet-and-beads project that I suddenly decided that I wanted based on some observations of fellow Creatures of the Night in the wild (some Goths in Costco).

And now, armed with jello, I shall sleep before my infusion.
azurelunatic: Seated baby in incubator shell with electrodes.  (Cyteen)
Previously: line up AM pills on the left side of the desk, PM pills on the right side, and Both pills in the middle (to be added to boxes after AM pills, and then put on the PM side). This requires extra clearing off of desk space to make sure they all fit. (Bottles that have already been loaded in go back into the "Come With Me If You Want to Live" drawer, either right-side-up if I don't need to do anything else, upside-down in the fabric organizer that the primary stack of filled boxes will go in if they need a refill soon, and upside-down in that place with a little plastic dot inside them if I ran out midway; a set of matching plastic dots mark the compartments where there aren't that pill.)

New procedure: AM pills go in the pink bins on-or-near the desk, PM pills go in the blue (teal) bins, and Both Times pills go in the white bins and migrate to Blue after they've been added to AM.

The colored plastic dots come from Microlet lancet tip protectors. (Used lancets go in my mini Sharps jar, which started life as a Costco Loratadine jar and then got a red paint job on the lid and bottom using some non-preferred nail polish, and a label saying SHARPS on the side, implying Please Don't Fill Above This Line. I dump it into the big sharps bin in the bathroom.)

This weekend featured some Bodily Fail, over which I am still Disgruntled and Apologetic. Fucking cancer. Fucking cancer treatments.


Book status: finished with The Curse of Chalion a day before the audiobook was going to get whisked back to the library, and into Paladin of Souls. (We will probably not do The Hallowed Hunt, and the next person to breathlessly suggest that we do any Sharing Knife gets The Cut Direct. However: Penric, my beloved.)

In other book news, I waxed enthusiastic about All The Warnings on Cyteen to [personal profile] alexseanchai, concluding "But it's great about Growing Up Autistic Under Surveillance" although modern understanding of neurotypes and Azi vs Cit psychology suggests that uh, starting a kid off via 100% Tape-based learning would Probably Not result in Autism. "Oh, they're not sensitive to their discussion, are you Florian" "No, sera" (paraphrase of Ari I and Florian I) hits Significantly Different in context of Autism "Speaks", those morally bankrupt allistic and about-us-without-us fuckers.


Relevant to The Locked Tomb, Target's Halloween shit is coming out, and they have a skull-topped decorative bottle, some blatantly 3rd House skulls that are bedazzled to fuck and back, and a "Finally, some peace and quiet" coffin shaped motto board with a skull that could be painted into a number of different House skulls.
azurelunatic: "Sanity" St. John's Wort flower.  (drugs)
Desk cleaning/tidying goes in stages. First I worked on the left side wing. Then I worked on the main desk, and shuffled some things off to the left side wing. Then I worked on the right return, and things from there went both onto the main section and onto the left side wing. In order to get the main section clear enough to replace the soft plastic desk pad, things from there went back to the right return.

Currently I have some stacks of roughly organized containers to my left, a set of pill boxes all over my keyboard protection shelves, pill bottles on my main desk to left, center, and right; on my right return we have papers in need of filing/scanning/shredding/recycling/conversion to notepaper, main desk items shuffled into the organizers that also have my bedtime pills, my paper guillotine, and a box with a few random items and more desk things.

Notably, the pill boxes are set up so that Morning Me can commence with filling the boxes without fear of losing track where we are. Left hand is morning-only pills (and the one pill that's morning/bedtime). Middle is AM/PM pills. Right hand is PM pills and AM/PM pills where I've already distributed the AM set. The pills that I've finished dealing with for this round are back in the drawer where they live.

The new editions of everything are in a sack and I can probably put my hands on something if I run out from the current bottle. All the bottles have a color-coded legend in Sharpie: time of day and which order (before or after meal), how many per each category if it's more than one, and the expiration date. AM is red. PM and bedtime is navy blue. As needed is purple. Expiration is black. I've recently started adding a note about whether a bottle is open or not, because I should use those first regardless of whether I've got a preceding date suddenly.

The ADHD meds live in their bottle, for reasons.
azurelunatic: "I've got A.D.D. and magic markers. Oh, the thrills I will have." Pile of uncapped bright markers.  (attention span)
Day -1: Tuesday the 6th. Dr. O. appointment. He heard my experience discontinuing Strattera and was impressed that I'd a) recognized that I was not going to be good to drive while having that level of brain zap, and b) split the powder to keep tapering. Ritalin was next on the list to try, so I get to try it for a month, and will call to talk to someone else in the office if I need any doctor action before he returns from vacation. Dose: 10mg, 5mg before breakfast and the second 5mg before lunch.

Day 0: Wednesday the 7th, last appointment with my old therapist. I got the notification at 3:10-ish, the appointment was 4. I got out the door to the pharmacy within 10 minutes, and had enough time to spare before the appointment that I decided to try out the frozen yogurt place at the other shopping center. I had a nice conversation with the clerk on duty, who liked my necklace but couldn't wear his. The appointment with my old therapist didn't happen; I guess that's one of the things that sometimes happens. Disappointed but not Emotionally Compromised.

Day 1: Thursday the 8th, where I had not checked the calendar adequately and was still putting on clothes when Alex's appointment check-in time was. We got there within 5 minutes of the actual appointment. It took the entire drive on hold to reach a person on the phone to say "BTW, running late". While waiting in the parking lot, I took my first pill, with a chocolate caramel so I wouldn't be taking it on a completely empty stomach. It tasted bitter, but a friendly bitter like coffee, not a potentially poisonous bitter like a lot of hard-to-swallow pills. Within the first 15-20 minutes of taking it, I felt an also coffee-like sense of well-being in my intestines, which I usually associate with the physical warmth of the coffee. It was warm and relaxing, and I felt like I could nap, but no actual sleep pressure. Just took the one, because "breakfast" there was in the afternoon. Upon getting home, I made one obnoxious call after I finished an actual meal, and made 3 others shortly afterwards in the course of updating a household document. Had to drink some carbonated beverage in the evening to make my insides feel ok around about the time it wore off. In the evening I also realized that I wouldn't be able to do the things I wanted to do before bedtime, and left myself two checklist items.

Day 2: Friday the 9th. Took it on an empty stomach and tried to fall back asleep. Didn't. No feeling of well-being this time, but did knock out the two checklist items before the reminders fired. Had a bath, with bath-snacks. Needed carbonated beverage. (Hmm.)

Day 3: Saturday the 10th, day before Librarians' Friendsgiving. All the shopping. Took it without food in the morning-ish, was well-powered through the entire multi-hour trip. (Belovedest started to fade partway through.) Got a carbonated beverage on the Dollar Tree step. Powered through Safeway quickly, without going down all the aisles. Got ginger ale, because now we both seem to need it. Got some in tiny bottles, of a size to carry in my medical addendum bag. Put together the cheese plate and a detailed checklist

Day 4: Sunday the 11th, Librarians' Friendsgiving. Took it around 8:30, went back to sleep, woke up around 10, left only 15 minutes later than originally planned.

The maps steered us around a fuel spill that blocked the entire northbound direction of the highway we would have otherwise used. We rerouted and found a dollar store to get the rest of the serving implements that I wanted for the occasion. (We already had the cheese plate, but we needed some more things like serving tongs, cracker trays, salad tongs, and something that wasn't a plastic bag to serve the blueberries and orange slices.) Unfortunately J&P got caught in the highway closure and spent 3 hours in the car instead of the expected <1. Cheese and crackers sustained us until they arrived. I broke out my crocheting; M broke out her knitting. Her sister's name is the same (roughly) as Mama's.

I took a second one before the feast. I may have had a small reaction, but that might also have been the coffee that was breakfast.

Day 5: Monday the 12th, today. Deliberately declined to take a morning pill, slept in, and took one at lunchtime. "Breakfast" was a little patchy due to wearing a mask.

Misc again

Dec. 6th, 2022 12:25 am
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Furnace is tuned up.

The straw that finally broke (non-wetly) the buttwasher was me fumbling a thing of toilet paper onto it. Replacement is ordered.

2 wax seals, ish, per mini glue gun sealing wax stick. Plus a pusher stick.

Source of media room smell found.

Desk chair assembled.

Spare part for Belovedest's desk chair is on the tiny shelf near their desk.

A friend is having a medical thing and the local crew is Doing A Worry.

My homework for my psych appointment is complete. My discontinuation side effects from the Strattera seem cleared up sufficiently. Yay. (Split the powder in a 25mg capsule last Mon/Tues, last bad day was Friday.)

Stun Soup

Oct. 21st, 2022 11:51 pm
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This time Belovedest made it until the afternoon before needing to come home.

Took Alex to appointment Thursday, then realized I hadn't put the pre-anesthesia phone call in my calendar about the time the phone rang.

This morning I popped out of the bad kind of dream, the sort with me needing to make a lot of noise because someone was touching me without permission and nobody seemed to care. Two points to correct guesses who it was, minus three points to correct guesses made in a venue his widow could see.

If the Strattera is contributing significantly to my digestive woes, it needs to go.

I took myself and my pre hospital homework to see about the thing with all the patches and the blips and bleeps. It's theoretically walk-in, but it was busy enough to need appointments. I went back home to find my wallet (it was in my bag all along), then back to get stickers around my tits.

After that I dropped by the grocery store. Completely out of carts, except I was lucky enough to sit on the motorized cart which has the busted battery indicator. It also doesn't beep. was it charged? Well, it got me around the store.

Two caramel apples and some miscellaneous starches later, I headed home. On my way out I observed one of the cart-guys deftly passing a cart across the main lane to a customer. I gave him the acknowledgement he deserved.

Made None Soup with Left Protein for Belovedest, who calls it Stun Soup (to smack the sinuses to order). Everyone is in bed early now.
azurelunatic: "Sanity" St. John's Wort flower.  (drugs)
Went over my meds with my psych on Thursday. He's pleased with my sleep logs; the sleep schedule is more consistent and also better. I mentioned that the current struggle is getting the strattera in me at a consistent time. Currently I'm taking it after breakfast, which can mean as late as 4pm. Woops.

So I thought through how I could get it earlier and more consistently, and today I was laying out my pills for next week, and so.

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So the new plan: when Yellface jumps on someone's bladder and starts yelling I stir groggily, go hit the bathroom and wash my hands, come back, test, and chug both sets of the pills in the morning box with a thing of applesauce. Then fall over back asleep, potentially.

At some point this might actually let me go to sleep before 2am. That would be nice.
azurelunatic: "I've got A.D.D. and magic markers. Oh, the thrills I will have." Pile of uncapped bright markers.  (attention span)
I was afraid this might be a no-go due to the possible side effect of upsetting my gastrointestinal system. However, that's not yet graduated to anything further than the feeling I get when I've had barely too much coffee: a sign that perhaps I should not push that any further, but not distressing. And that's faded to the point where I suspect I'd be able to bump it up a notch without harm as long as I'm diligent about taking with food -- and I have enough other medications that I absolutely 100% must take with food that I can err in the other direction by having food and then forgetting to take any of the morning set of meds until like 6 pm. (This is not as shocking as it would be if my meals were on a morning person schedule; since my mornings are generally sedate, I typically don't have breakfast until noon, whether or not I was sleeping until then.)

And speaking of sleeping! Today I woke up at 4. I suspected that perhaps I would want more sleep. But I didn't! (I had become horizontal at 8, and conked out around 9:30.) I might possibly have gone back to sleep around 7, with the comforting sounds of the rain and wind lashing around the outside of the house and the little pops and creaks of the mini-split -- except the power then went out with some spectacular flashes of the LED string, and the Uninterruptible Power Supply Chorus in the living room all started keening, and Belovedest started snorting in the manner of someone suddenly deprived of their bilevel positive airway pressure, and Yellface decided that since everyone was yelling she should too -- so we spent a leisurely little while lounging in bed where it was nice and warm. And I didn't fall over this afternoon and need to nap just when we were heading out to go shopping, and aside from a certain amount of physical fatigue, I feel pretty sharp and ready to do another thing as soon as I've had some food and finished the update.

This isn't the only day when I've been surprised by my lack of tiredness when I would usually expect it.

I was doing well enough on Thursday that I figured I should call and set up an appointment with the new psychiatrist ASAP, instead of waiting until this coming Thursday or Friday. (He had been modestly impressed by my ability to do simple planning logic like asking "Okay, if you want to see me before Christmas if this is working out, when should I call to make the appointment?" and I suspect that I will try to bring my bullet journals in with me for that next appointment so he won't have to recite me the lecture in how Medication Is Not Magic And You Should Work With Your Therapist On How To Structure Your Life, again. I got through it the first time by contemplating where on my phone I would look to present him with a scan of one of the pages, rather than attempting to interrupt him or daydreaming about my inflatable mallet. (He's a good one, I wouldn't want actual violence.)) I called Friday and got an appointment for Christmas week, one that would absolutely not have been there if I'd waited another week. And he's on vacation post-Christmas, and he didn't want to make me wait if the meds were doing well.

I don't yet have a good read on what it's doing to my appetite, because there are enough miscellaneous confounding factors, chief amongst which would be the dental fuckery.

IRC silliness:
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Now, I shall go attempt to make the media room vaguely inhabitable while also cooking and eating something that is slightly more like food than the small remains of a pint of ice cream that got ejected from the freezer while we were putting away this week's shopping. I was energized and coherent enough to go to three different places, even though Belovedest was Extremely Done by the end.
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Yesterday was a Fun Adventure! Mostly related to my ongoing quest for ADHD treatment that Actually Works(TM).

I went to the pharmacy to pick up pills: the last appointment bumped the bupropion, so I don't have any buffer yet. (Even though I renewed as soon as I remembered to.) Then I went to the appointment. We talked about the two Terrible Things I had been worried about actually happening, some Dental Fuckery (he winced gratifyingly) and then my dad dying. I didn't mention the mini-splits install, but that was also incredibly disruptive.

Helpfully, I'd written down some things, and saved them in the calendar appointment so I'd have them at the correct place and time.

ADHD Gothic, or, one of my mornings over the last month.

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After that, my psychiatrist kind of winced. Then he started talking about options for adding a medication. Score! I picked Strattera, because the other one was for anxiety, and generally the current meds on that end of things are working out. He went into a general lecture about how it would not Magically Make Me Organized, and how I should work with my therapist about learning to make lists. (I did not immediately have a page from my bullet journal situation to wave at him, so I sat there and nodded. The mini-splits install plus my dad dying kind of did a combination cannonball and belly flop into the peaceful pool of my organizational system, and we're still mopping up.)

He is taking vacation after Christmas, so he said I should check in before that to see how the medication is doing. I asked what "before that" meant, and we picked a general time for me to call for an appointment so there would be time, and I explained that I've got a calendar system so that I will remember to do things at times.

He sent the prescription, and handed me a note to take to the front desk to schedule our next appointment assuming I didn't have feedback on the new med (end of January). That got scheduled. I explained my system to the front desk lady. (Three calendars: deadlines and medical appointments, with the actual time of the appointment in the subject, length of the appointment plus fifteen minutes early in that calendar; duplicate to personal calendar but include drive time, duplicate to household calendar but include prep time, was how I did it this time.)

Then I was off to the pharmacy, but I considered that they might get started on it and there was a thrift store on the way back, so I poked into there and found some athletic tops that look like they will work nicely for my current War On Bras.

Then to the pharmacy! I grabbed a motorized shopping cart, with the expectation that the prescription would not be ready for at least a half-hour after I inquired, so I might as well be ready to do some shopping. But they said an hour. I thought I might do a good browse, but I thought wrong.

This morning, I wrote a customer service note to explain the situation.

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After I got the meds, I went by the taqueria on the corner. Sadly, the shrimp in the thing I got for Alex were Questionable. Read more... ) We are not getting shrimp there again, and I may write a review. Tails are not what is wanted when the shrimp are integrated into the dish and covered with sauce and not super finger-grabbable.

After that I managed to elbow my container wrong, and distributed nacho over a narrow but intense blast zone involving my desk, my arm, all of my clothing, and the floor. Sour cream side on my skirt and elbow.

So ... a day, amirite?

Belovedest has installed a pi-hole to deal with a number of ad networks. This is good except for three games that give me free stuff for experiencing ads. I've determined that for two out of the three, I just turn off wifi on my phone for the narrow window I need. The third one is extremely less playable without the extras, and it's built in a way that you basically have to start the game with access to the ad server if you're going to want to use an extra during a level. Which you don't always know until mid-level. Fortunately that's not one of the games with any real daily bonus that I care about, so I leave it until I would appreciate that particular variety of Soothing Game.
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Saturday: woke up at a surprisingly early hour for me, then didn't nap.

Sunday: went with a burrito-railgun group to dinner, and met all sorts of delightful people in person. Then did laundry.

Today: work, which went later than anticipated as Purple was face-down in Getting Computers To Talk To Themselves while I was still clearing old stuff out of my inbox.

Lunch was pleasant, and involved a substantial amount of spirited agreement between a UX minion, a UI guy, and an engineer with Opinions about UX.

Purple demonstrated the dead fish handshake to me, to much hilarity.


Meds:
Turns out that the new lineup gives me side effects that *nearly exactly mimic* getting bell peppered, which of course pokes at a phobia to boot.
* Side effects Thursday, first day of increased dose; thought it was hidden bell pepper
* Cafe said no bell pepper; side effects Friday also in the same fashion; realized it had to be meds
* not noticed Saturday
* noticed Sunday to my annoyance
* very carefully avoided today

Bloodcannon:
* #bloodcannon
* BLOODCANNON
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In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Wednesday, 0750: And what, sir, did I say the other day about your Markov chain and your nose? Please allow me to repeat myself, a little more personally.
  • Wednesday, 0811: WTF is up with the Domo-kun infesting Target? I see them, and I think kittens. Alas.
  • Wednesday, 0835: I am a happy Lunatic. I just used Audacity to stitch Brain Damage and Eclipse together, as is right and proper.
  • Wednesday, 0945: Pagan Dude learned that it's not a good idea to touch me if I can't see you and am unlikely to notice you due to lack of peripheral vision.
  • Wednesday, 0945: Also: stupid swimmer's ear. Stupid.
  • Wednesday, 1014: For Lyssa: http://failblog.wordpress.com/?p=6351
  • Wednesday, 1051: Every time I have to tell the AK-47 Guy tale, it just keeps on getting more appalling. Psycho straights have a long way to come.
  • Wednesday, 1117: @ataniell93 http://tinyurl.com/3zons5
  • Wednesday, 1125: @idonotlikepeas That was pretty much what started me on the road to freakoutville.
  • Wednesday, 1159: Ear killing me. can't sleep. headed to urgent care. can't wait for doctor on Friday.
  • Wednesday, 1325: Back from urgent care. This is year 12 of the on and off swimmer's ear. I am heartily sick of it. No way can I make writers group.
  • Wednesday, 1333: one step beyond facepalm: http://tinyurl.com/3qd7tn
  • Wednesday, 1336: @idonotlikepeas @nudaydreamer Went great. Doctor listened to me, looked at the place that actually hurt, antibiotics in pill and drop ftw.
  • Wednesday, 1336: Usually I only get eardrops.
  • Wednesday, 1348: @ursamajor hEll returned your parents. Or his parents. Or somebody's parents.
  • Wednesday, 1416: @ataniell93 I don't have to approve. They're them and they would give exactly fuck-all a care. :D But they belong, yes.
  • Wednesday, 1438: @ataniell93 And in addition to the heartbreak wrapped in ribbons, I have a way the hell up too late & sick, so grain of salt. 'night!


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azurelunatic: H2G2 green character crying with spotted towel. (greensad)
So far as be being stable was concerned, February well and truly bit. I managed to get out of it reasonably sane and definitely alive, though, so I'm feeling pretty good about being me. Skipping back just under three years, to June 2003 -- definite difference in the sanity. (I did find the 36" strap-on entry, which is what I was looking for.)

If anyone ever suggests that I co-parent with marxdarx again, I will look around for something appropriate to use as a blunt object. Of all the influences for the worse on my general sanity, my high school friendship with Shawn has to have been the worst, co-parenting with Marx the second worst, and any number of things including my previous encounter with the current workplace and my relationship with BJ tying for third place. (That's for steady grind-down. The three worst shocks are probably Terrible Tuesday in 1996, the Awful Realization of early 2005, and leaving CTY in 1995 without proper closure.)

St. John's Wort seems to be doing the trick of stabilizing me at something approaching human. I'm lucky in that it works as well as it does. I'm on 900mg/day at the moment, and I've been there for about a week; I'm going to try 600mg starting at the end of this next week, probably stay there for about a month, and then get back to 300mg/day where I've been doing well except when I go off it entirely.

I know it's been working, because I did this past Saturday at work on less than two hours of sleep. I'm lucky that I can walk to work. I was acting entirely too giddy and punchy at the end of the shift, and Comic Pirate Super was wondering if the contents of my water bottle would catch on fire if offered flame, but I was there and I was functional. Homie G Super didn't see any cracks in my professionalism at the beginning of the shift, even though I told him how much sleep I'd gotten and that I was exhausted. I evidently exude professionalism there.

*sigh*

Mar. 2nd, 2006 04:11 am
azurelunatic: Ryoko's gloved hand dripping with her own blood. (bleeding)
Everything's fiiiiiiiiiiiine when your body chemistry is adjusted decently. And then you forget to take your St. John's Wort (along with the multivitamin and the allergy medicine) and everything's fine even though you've gotten out of the habit of swallowing those things every morning -- until something whacks your decent mood.

And then it's all "I've fallen and I can't get up!" mode.

And you can't figure out why.


... Next time I go all wacked, somebody pull out the Clue Hammer and ask me if I'm taking the St. John's Wort, 'k? 300mg/day seems to keep me fine once I've re-stabilized, stepping up to 900mg/day if I'm not stable.
azurelunatic: Raven looking at the golden apple.  (shiny)
I realized last night that I'm probably living in the middle of a fantasy novel. This amuses me no end, of course. Life is weird enough as it is without extraneous happenings. Now that extraneous happenings have started, well, happening, I am bemused but delighted.

Last night, though, I did have a drug trip. Perfectly legal, I hasten to add. It's just that I have strong reactions to even small doses of certain antihistamines, and when I'm already tired, that makes things doubly strong.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was scrolling through a bizarre dreamlike environment where the background and all the objects were made up of pages upon pages of overlaid and constantly refreshing text from random snippets of things. It was as if the green scrolling columns of characters that symbolize the Matrix were replaced instead by translucent cut-outs from yellowing books, with a fresh layer lacquered on every quarter-second. I was reading everything everywhere in addition to the story that was being told. People were assigned new names, new attributes. Nothing quite fit right with reality, yet everything clicked into place.

Simply sitting up and opening my eyes in order to get a drink of water brought me back into reality, but a reality viewed through a shimmering, distorting, half-dream lens. It took five minutes to navigate the complexities of a simple middle-of-the-night restroom trip instead of only two or three.

Since the experience was assigning things that I knew to be false to things, such as assigning either Darkside or Figment with the name "George", I cannot trust any of my experiences there (not that I remember them) to be in any way related to c'thia, but they certainly were entertaining while they were going on.

I shan't ever be taking that drug before driving or operating heavy machinery, and if I'm going to take it in daylight hours, I'm either going to be in a place where I can sit down reliably, or I will be carrying a Stick of Not Falling Over with me (like I did last time I was on the stuff, when I was taking it for the ant bites and tripping out majorly to Dawn).

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