Currents of Time

Sooo, on Tuesday, which I had off, I (finally) got a new x-ray form and took myself up to the hospital to have my stupid right ankle looked at. For those just coming in, my ankle likes to randomly burst into excruciating pain for no apparent reason, and it has been doing this on and off for at least, um. At least eight years.

I sprained it (quite badly) in first grade, then again in fifth grade, and then a few other times since, and I'd figured for a while it was maybe just because it was weak and hurt from the trauma it endured when I was, you know, seven or so. But two years back I asked my doctor about it because GDI IT HURTS and she suggested we try physical therapy for it, see what that brought. What it brought was not much, really. In the end, my therapist said that there wasn't much of any improvement being made and, judging by the nature of the pain I described, possibly I had something called "joint mice." So my doctor wrote me an x-ray form aaaand then I started my job at the bank and had no time whatsoever and the form expired and I was too embarrassed to ask for a new one UNTIL MONDAY when I went in for a physical (traumatic).

Back to Tuesday.

For my x-ray, it cost a lot of money up front and will probably cost more later, because lolhospitals. And I heard NOTHING yesterday aaaugh and then late this afternoon at work my doctor called me HEY WE GOT YOUR ANKLE SHOTS GOOD NEWS!! There is definitely some lesion thing that we don't know what it is in there!

She thinks it's probably a benign bone tumor and, having read up on them a little now, I do find myself wondering about that osteoid osteoma, especially on account of that "gets worse at night" bit. The number of times I have woken up in agony... Sharp and deep aren't too far off the mark for the pain, either. Also, those look pretty treatable, so, so, so maybe...?


Anyway, they want me to go back for an MRI so they can get MOAR DATA, which kind of makes my wallet weep, but fortunately I should hit my deductible soon, which means maaaaaaybe I won't have to pay for it all? Freaking health insurance. So expensive. So useless.

This is a pretty random entry. Some real life stuff, some fandom stuff, some musings on things, and a couple random facts about myself that I'm not necessarily ashamed of but am kind of embarrassed to admit. Possibly not in that order.

OH BUT FIRST: thanks to everyone who commented on my clothing crisis entry! Your opinions really helped. :D

( Okay, go! )

la la la it is almost 3 am way past time to go to bed


... wait, did I create this "cartoons forever" tag or is someone messing with me? I am legitimately not sure. (The perils of allowing outside tag creation, haha.)

I went to Pittsburgh! IT WENT BADLY.

... not... not Pittsburgh, itself. Just the going there part. Pittsburgh was fine. Hopefully next time will go better! Hopefully there is a next time.

( HARROWING! )

But now I have a cold, which I am 100% certain I picked up in the airport on Saturday, and also my back is, I don't know, failing or something. I woke up this morning in so much pain! D:

But I had an early-ish shift, and I had to go to my therapy appointment, anyway, but then I got to work and was totally useless and in pain and ended up just sitting in a corner and crying at one point, so they sent me home after a whopping hour and a half.

AND HERE IN BED I HAVE REMAINED (well, aside from when I've been trying to do stretches on the floor). Man, I hope I feel better tomorrow.

But for now here is this entry, which I figured I should get up before I go outta town again on Friday.

... fortunately, we're driving, not flying.


NOW IF ONLY I GET TO COME HOME AGAIN TO MY FLUFFY LITTLE CATFACE? (Remember, it was during my trip to New York last year to visit my brother that "the worst thing ever" tagged events happened.) uuugh. SAZY, DON'T GO. :( :( :(

MORE UNCHARTED, which my fingers keep insisting is actually "uncharter" (I am apparently fond of adding R's into things. "Disnery" comes to mind...).

Anyway, chapters 6-12 now.

( so don't ask me how to get started )

And now, sleep.

(And futile hopes that it won't be so cold tomorrow as it was today. Work, why are you so far away? AND BUSES. WHY YOU NO RUN ON WEEKENDS?)

So after yesterday's bit of stress, I completely jinxed myself and today I woke up feeling like crap. It may just be allergies, I am going to pretend it is still just allergies, but, uuugh. My brain feels fuzzy and my neck hurts.

30 Days of Video Games

( Day 14 - Current (or most recent) gaming wallpaper )

My brother has taken to the habit of "spidering" me. ("Spidering" refers to linking someone with any sort of fear of spiders to images of or relating to spiders.) It bothers me less than you'd think, though, because looking at pictures of spiders doesn't really bother me. Sort of them are actually kinda funny. Here are some examples, for the brave (something similar happened to me once it was terrible) and/or curious and/or stupid.

So the light in the basement is motion detecting or something. Really precisely so, or something? I didn't know that, so going down these this morning to do my laundry was kinda trippy. I was like, wait, the light is on? It looked like it was off as I was coming down the stairs, but they are all full of corners, maybe I was wrong. Maybe whoever did laundry last night left it on... or maybe it is always supposed to be on?? No one else was home, so I could not ask. But then when I went down later to move things around, I was SLOW and CAREFUL and, yeah, hey, what the heck, the light is totally off now-- NO WAIT IT IS ON.

AND THAT IS HOW I DISCOVERED THE BASEMENT LIGHT TURNS ITSELF ON.

And now I shall forever be afraid of it turning itself off on me.

30 Days of Video Games

( Day 06 - Most annoying character )

My stomach's been bothering me today, so I had a third of a pint of ice cream after dinner. There are good decisions, and then there are the things I decide to do.

Whatever, it was delicious. I regret nothing.


Today at work I saw a woman wearing a tiger-stripe suit jacket and a leopard-spot suit skirt. Hilariously unfortunate. Fortunately, she did not linger in my department, so I did not have to bite my lip for too long. Also, I helped a tiny old lady pick out doughnuts and muffins. She couldn't read the labels or reach half of them, but didn't want to bother anyone asking for help, so she nearly killed herself accidentally pulling a doughnut tray out of the case. The noise attracted my attention. (And apparently I spent the entire day smirking, because people kept asking me what I was thinking of that was funny and then explaining to me that I was smirking when I confusedly replied, nothing, why do you ask?)

Oh, goodness. I had a bizarre work schedule today, in that I went to work but then did not close (THIS NEVER HAPPENS). Just a four-hour shift in the morning/early afternoon. So I got home and went to check a few things online, and then, since I got up at 8 am and didn't get to bed until ... later than I should have, I decided, since I am tired and have half the afternoon and all evening ahead of me, I will take a nap! And I set my alarm clock and set it a few feet away and curled up in a blanket and ... woke up at 8 pm. Ugh! What the hell?

I keep having things I mean to write about but I never remember what they are once I'm actually sitting here. It's annoying.

30 Days of Video Games

( Day 04 - Your guilty pleasure game )

Anyway, y'know. Ghosts. Some people believe in them! Some people do not! Some people, like my father, are very confusing in that they fully admit to having had a ghost encounter and yet still do not believe in them. (Very strange.)

In the basement of my parents' house, for a very, very long time (as far back as I can remember), I did not like to go down there alone! I always felt like I was being watched. It was creepy. Hairs standing up on the back of my neck and all. Didn't like it. Other people would ask about it (without my having ever mentioned it to them) sometimes, if we were ever down there for some reason. One time, my father had a friend over and they were down in the basement, I dunno, playing table tennis or something, and the guy said, did you know you have a ghost living down here? And we were like, well, I guess that explains a few things, anyway, but, no, we didn't know that!

Years later, one of my mother's brothers and his wife were visiting, and she says she is very connected to the spirit world and stuff, and she was down there with my mom once and was like, did you know you have a ghost named Robert down here? And then she spent a while talking to Robert the Ghost. And then someone else did the same thing (also using the name Robert) later, still. And none of these people knew each other, and I know we hadn't mentioned the ghost to two of them (the first guy and the last guy, I suppose my aunt may have been told), and they all pointed to the same area of the basement...

Then, several years back, my parents did two things. One, they got rid of the freezer down there and replaced it with a smaller one. Two, they burned a lot of the scrap wood that hung around in the same approximate area. Now, I never go into the basement if I can help it (creepy-feeling + FULL OF SPIDERS = double avoidance), so I didn't notice for a while, but I was down there once and was like, I feel Not Stared At. ... Weird. Mentioned it to Mom and she said, yeah, I've noticed the same thing. A bit later, unrelated, one of the guys was over again and he said, hey, your ghost is gone. (So either we burned him away or shipped him off with the unsuspecting people who took the freezer. I kind of hope it was burning, because the only reason I can imagine someone haunting a freezer is if they died in it or something, which, uh. KIND OF CREEPY.)


...This is just coming out 'cause I was reading some stuff earlier that basically was one group of people going THERE IS A LOGICAL EXPLANATION FOR EVERYTHING and the other group of people going WHY CAN'T IT BE GHOSTS SOMETIMES and me just thinking of that and wondering what rational explanation there would be for Robert the Basement Ghost.

Good news: my manager told me I didn't have to come in at 10 am tomorrow! I can come in a little later if I want!

Bad news: it's because I am either coming down with a cold or developing autumn allergies and am congested, fatigued, and, occasionally, without a voice. Uugh.


Either way, I'm kind of glad to not have four full-day shifts right in a row. I'm part time limited! You're not supposed to do that to me! Also when you are also the closer, that makes for a looooong eight hours.




Tea now.

oh hey look more baby spiders in the ceiling. TWO ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SPECIES!

To be fair, I am not sure they are actually in the ceiling this time. Just, I have seen a sudden surge of (two different types of) tiny spiders crawling all over my desk. And a couple in my bed. Yeah, that was awesome. NEVER SLEEPING AGAIN.

Time to buy a can of Raid, I guess.


Woke up this morning in misery. Headache, spine-ache, stomachache, just ache. And fatigued. And my body appears to have lost its ability to regulate its temperature, which made today's 8 hour shift of running in and out of the walk-in freezer and pushing things in and out of the oven interesting.

I guess it's some sort of bug. My parents both had it this last weekend. Apparently it's over fast, but that hasn't made today any less miserable. Ugh, what is wrong with meee.

Also, my brother is visiting, so I'm spending a lot of time at my parents' house, which is how I was exposed to this stupid thing at all. I have tomorrow off. Maybe I'll sleep all afternoon. (The other explanation is that I just don't do well sleeping on a mattress on the floor. There is currently only one guest bed, and my brother has it.)


My WIP writing folder is ticking me off. It's huge, and I've made no progress on anything in it for months. I have no motivation and no one to really go to for motivation (I could probably find a person or two, but then I'd have to infodump all over the place and ugh). NO ONE CARES but I'm whining about it anyway. Maybe I'll just delete the whole thing and start over on the ones I decide I actually want to work on.

... Yeah, I'm liking the sound of that.



... anyone have any idea why LJ ate my layout and replaced it with black on white? Crap, I wish I had a screenshot of what it used to look like or something. (Or does it still look normal to everyone else?)


Edit:
And pretty much as I hit post on this thing, my dog lost control of his bladder. Mom's put an improvised diaper on him to prevent him from leaking all over the house, and she's going to try to get him to the vet in the morning, but this probably means we'll be putting him down in the very near future.

So, no, it wasn't just that whatever I am allergic to bloomed early this year. CONFOUND IT ALL.

Local comic shop. Very nice. Very, very useless, if you don't read the big sellers. (In their defense, since they still have comics from Devastation, I can kind of understand why they are reluctant to get in new comics that aren't for special orders, and I'm not interested in a subscription.) So I am finally giving up and ordering the first issue of Last Stand of the Wreckers off of SHADY INTERNET SITES.

They aren't really shady, I just felt like saying that.

its the allergy meds okay leave me alone


Hopefully they arrive sooner rather than later, but for now I'm going to stare at the page and wonder if my story-completionist really, really needs the All Hail Megatron TPB volume 2. (I have 1 and 3, and have read nothing else since, partly because of not having had money for it, partly because of not being able to find it, and partly because the soft reboot [yes, it is, because - see next sentence - you just can't have that much inexplicably different and call it anything else. Other than LAZY AND STUPID, which I kind of doubt is what they're going for, here] kind of annoyed me because I kinda liked the setup they had going. And because that's an appalling number of discrepancies, even for this fandom.)


And next maybe I will pass out in my chair.



...Yeah, that sounds good.



Also, here is an adorable picture my brother linked me to. (I don't know where it comes from originally.)