janetlin: (Craft)
I made a skirt for Morgan.



I love that fabric. It's "quilting" (don't get me started on quilting endeavors taking over my fabric stores, grr) cotton and I found it in the calicoes, but it feels almost like muslin, soft and a little fuzzy. That coupled with the pastel, almost faded, colors gives it a "lived-in" look right off the bat.

Morgan likes it.

janetlin: (ScarGold)
Okay so that's been forever. :-s Sorry guys.

Things is good, in fact that's why I've been pretty quiet around here. Found a couple of panfandom rp comms and have made some great connections with the other players and am having a shitton of fun playing Ronon Dex on board Serenity, and Scarlett O'Hara who is now married to Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin (don't look at me like that, it actually works!), and a very slow-burn relationship building between Janet Fraiser and Wolverine (again, trust me, not as weird as it sounds).

I have also discovered tumblr in the meantime. Oh god. That place is a bigger timesink than facebook. More fun, too, fortunately, but yeah, not so good for productivity.

Except when that productivity is writing. 'Cause almost a month ago, an intriguing historical au prompt for Rumpelstiltskin/Belle came across my dashboard, and it's been eating my brain and I have a TWENTY CHAPTER outline and the rough draft of the first chapter is already about 3k words and I'm only 2/3 through what's supposed to happen there. Sooo yeah this is shaping up to be a frakking novel and if I take only two weeks (that's rather fast, for me) to write each chapter, I'll be at this for the better part of a year. It's... kind of terrifying. I haven't written fanfic of any kind since *blows off the dust and cobwebs* February of _last_ year. And I've never tackled something this big. *wibble*

So I'm kind of scared but also super excited and I'm trying to get at least this first chapter together before I get sick of the whole idea, and then hopefully get some momentum going to carry me through the rest. My rp Gold/Rumpel, [livejournal.com profile] chianagirl, is being a fantastic cheerleader and sounding-board and I like having someone to talk to as I write and who shares my giggles whenever the characters have an amusing interchange because she gets all the inside jokes.

The kids are great: Morgan just started FOURTH GRADE on Thursday, Liam is walking but still only babbling vowel sounds and glottal stops (where'd he learn that?!), though there are several words/commands/requests that he understands and with which he complies with gratifying frequency.

We've bought our tickets to New Zealand for [livejournal.com profile] allova's wedding next year. Yay! That'll be a lovely trip and some nice time just the two of us because the kids are staying home with my mom.
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I finally got smart and decided to write a catch-up post when there isn't something big hovering over me. So, nothing big and "news-worthy" but lots of little general life stuff.

Morgan )

Liam )

Home )

Alan & me )
janetlin: (Me)
Things are going pretty well. The diet is successful so far, even when I"m not 100% at following it. I haven't noticed a difference in my clothes yet, but my wedding ring is spinning around my finger, so yay baby steps.

Morgan got dance lessons for Christmas, so we took her to a allet class and a hip hop class to see which she wanted to do, and she chose ballet. No surprise there. She's enjoying it and even practices at home. We need to work on her flexing her feet, though, since all the toe-pointing might cause her feet to relapse. She's also been getting piano lessons from Mom. I finally set up the keyboard I've had since high school (and haven't had room for since then). She's shaping up to be quite an accomplished young lady.

Alan is going back to school, taking the one class he needs to finish his Bachelor's. I'm so proud and excited for him. Part of me misses school and is a little jealous. Okay, it isn't actually school I miss so much as just learning, studying something I find interesting. Alan is sojazzed, he's already read half his textbook. I'm also envious of his speed-reading ability. Seriously, my husband is like Superman. He's amazing.

Liam's doing all right, too. He's a little behind on some developmental milestones (crawling, babbling), but okay on others (fine motor skills like picking up his binky and putting it in his mouth). We've been making our own baby food with the Baby Bullet we got for Christmas, which is fun for us and he seems to be enjoying most of what we make. He isn't a big fan of rice cereal or milled oatmeal by themselves, but if we mix them with some fruit or veggie he'll eat just about anything.

It's tax time, so I'll be working again. It'll be nice for the budget, but challenging since we live farther away and still only have one car to get Morgan to school and ballet, both Alan and me to work, and Alan to school (thank goodness only one night a week). And obviously someone has to be with the baby at all times, so yeah. My fantastic Mom is helping by coming up 2 or 3 times a week. I wish we could keep her around all the time, but I think her husband would object ;).
janetlin: (Big sister)
My ultrasound-determined due date has come and gone. I tried to be good and patient and gave it a couple days before trying to take it upon myself to get things going. On Saturday I drank some castor oil (PSA: don't do this on an empty stomach). Sunday I exercised as much as I could - my feet greatly protest carrying around all this extra weight - and engaged in some labor-inducing activities with my husband ;). Monday we drove out to Rocklin to investigate this famed lots-of-spicy-toppings Prego Pizza, which was surprisingly delicious (I'm usually a minimalist when it comes to toppings). But nothing. No blip on the radar. Not even a false alarm, other than the continued Braxton Hicks. After two nights spent crying and praying and I JUST WANT MY SON I have decided that the ultrasound and the nurses' little date-wheel thingy are bogus and his real due date is the one I initially figured, knowing my own less-than-perfectly-regular cycle and possible conception dates: May 21st. So that has helped to alleviate some of the anxiety because seriously, I was going crazy. I can now look back on all the Facebook messages and texts to Mom (who has been living on our couch since last Wednesday in anticipation of taking me to the hospital any minute) and be touched that I have so many friends and family who are excited to hear news, instead of getting just a little more depressed every time I have to reply, "nope, nothing yet." So thank you guys, all of you, for caring.

My next appointment got bumped from Thursday to Friday (ONE MORE DAY OMG YOU PEOPLE ARE KILLING ME), at which they'll do a non-stress test and ultrasound to see where everything's at and make sure it's all still okay, and if I'm lucky and my nurse can reach - *mumblegrumble* stupid deep birth canal and posterior cervix - I'll get my membranes stripped to see if that'll get things moving. My brother might get a nephew for his birthday after all. Hopefully no further medical induction will be necessary; I'm normally a "better living through chemistry" type but in this case it makes me nervous.

We have, at least, got a lot done in the meantime ("Maybe he was waiting for us to do _this_ before coming out..."). Popa finished fixing the cradle and it's all set up in our bedroom with sheets and everything, just waiting for a little body to lay in it, and the house is mostly put back together in the wake of the attendant great furniture shuffle. We looked into local schools and took a couple tours with principals and applied for an intra-district transfer and Morgan has been accepted to one of the two schools that were tied for our first preference. Yay! This school has a very strong focus on the arts, both visual and performing. _Full-time_ art and music teachers, which is remarkable for a public school. They have GATE and a Rapid Learner program, which I'm certain Morgan will qualify for, and we have an appointment for an IQ test on Sunday to prove to people other than her mother how brilliant she is ;). The RL program also includes Spanish instruction, which the regular "neighborhood" track doesn't, so she won't lose what she's learned the past two years at her private school. We've given Morgan's pediatrician a heads-up that I'm expecting another child and he'll be covered under my Medi-Cal and that's all good. Paperwork I'd been stupidly dragging my feet on - pre-registering at the hospital, filling out the forms for maternity benefits - has been done and all submitted to where it needs to go. Mom took Morgan in for a long-overdue dentist appointment this morning and got x-rays confirming our suspicions about what's going on and yes, she's going to need rather a lot of orthodontic work. *sigh* So we found an orthodontist and have an appointment for the 31st to go in and do a consultation.

So yeah, all responsible and grown up and shit. Can I have my son now, please?
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Today I went to the Motherhood store in the mall to return the ill-fitting maternity clothes that gave me so much consternation in my last entry, and am very pleased with what I brought home in exchange. The store had my Easter dress in the next size up, so that was a straight-across trade, and I got some t-shirts and a blouse for work, and a long white skirt that can dress up or down because, dudes, I am _so_ tired of wearing cords or jeans every single day.

Dad is doing really well. He's home now, Rew and I were going up there periodically throughout last week to help him out with the things he can't quite do (drive to the mailbox/grocery store, fill his bird feeders, sweep the porch, etc.). He was trundling around with a walker and then a cane but the last time I was up he was walking unaided. He said he was still carrying the cane when he walked outside, just to be safe, but inside the house he didn't need it. And this morning I got an email saying he doesn't think he needs us to come up regularly anymore. Which probably translates to once a week for mail and groceries.

Since he can't drive anyway, he loaned me his Jeep for a few days and we bought Morgan her first bike as a birthday present. (Have I mentioned this? Maybe on Facebook) I had forgotten just how exciting and cool bikes are to kids. She wants to ride it _all_ the time, and sadly since I'm not able to run alongside her, we're limited by Alan's schedule. It's also interesting to watch, because I'd also forgotten the process of learning to ride. It's really a tricky thing at first: the balance, moving your legs at an even rhythm, steering; it's a lot going on at once. Of course to one who has learned it, it's all second nature, but as I said it's interesting to watch her learn it for the first time, and try to find ways to explain to her things that are intuitive to us now.

Oh, birthday presents. I alluded to mine and then didn't follow through. In my family there's a bit of a tradition that when you turn thirty you get a cane (because you're _so_ old, right?). Alan married in after his 30th so on our honeymoon I got him a carved kauri walking stick with paua inlays. At my birthday brunch, Dad gave me mine, eliciting "Oh, yeah, I was wondering about that..." from my mom and brother (it's been a while between the youngest of the parents/aunts/uncles and me, the oldest of the cousins/grandkids. Rew's next!). It's pretty and kind of Victorian, black with a silver and pearl knob on top, but I hope not to need to use it for a good long time. Except maybe in a larp. It would be an awesome prop. ;)
janetlin: (Default)
Today I went to the Motherhood store in the mall to return the ill-fitting maternity clothes that gave me so much consternation in my last entry, and am very pleased with what I brought home in exchange. The store had my Easter dress in the next size up, so that was a straight-across trade, and I got some t-shirts and a blouse for work, and a long white skirt that can dress up or down because, dudes, I am _so_ tired of wearing cords or jeans every single day.

Dad is doing really well. He's home now, Rew and I were going up there periodically throughout last week to help him out with the things he can't quite do (drive to the mailbox/grocery store, fill his bird feeders, sweep the porch, etc.). He was trundling around with a walker and then a cane but the last time I was up he was walking unaided. He said he was still carrying the cane when he walked outside, just to be safe, but inside the house he didn't need it. And this morning I got an email saying he doesn't think he needs us to come up regularly anymore. Which probably translates to once a week for mail and groceries.

Since he can't drive anyway, he loaned me his Jeep for a few days and we bought Morgan her first bike as a birthday present. (Have I mentioned this? Maybe on Facebook) I had forgotten just how exciting and cool bikes are to kids. She wants to ride it _all_ the time, and sadly since I'm not able to run alongside her, we're limited by Alan's schedule. It's also interesting to watch, because I'd also forgotten the process of learning to ride. It's really a tricky thing at first: the balance, moving your legs at an even rhythm, steering; it's a lot going on at once. Of course to one who has learned it, it's all second nature, but as I said it's interesting to watch her learn it for the first time, and try to find ways to explain to her things that are intuitive to us now.

Oh, birthday presents. I alluded to mine and then didn't follow through. In my family there's a bit of a tradition that when you turn thirty you get a cane (because you're _so_ old, right?). Alan married in after his 30th so on our honeymoon I got him a carved kauri walking stick with paua inlays. At my birthday brunch, Dad gave me mine, eliciting "Oh, yeah, I was wondering about that..." from my mom and brother (it's been a while between the youngest of the parents/aunts/uncles and me, the oldest of the cousins/grandkids. Rew's next!). It's pretty and kind of Victorian, black with a silver and pearl knob on top, but I hope not to need to use it for a good long time. Except maybe in a larp. It would be an awesome prop. ;)
janetlin: (Morgan)
me: It's time to brush your teeth, monkey.

Morgan: I have to save Sacramento. I promised God I would.

me: You promised God you would save Sacramento?

Morgan: Uh-huh, I told Him if He gave me powers of bending (she'd been watching Avatar) I would.

me: Save us from whom?

Morgan: If bad guys came to America, I would just use that to stop them.

me: :D Well, you still need to brush your teeth.
janetlin: (Morgan)
me: It's time to brush your teeth, monkey.

Morgan: I have to save Sacramento. I promised God I would.

me: You promised God you would save Sacramento?

Morgan: Uh-huh, I told Him if He gave me powers of bending (she'd been watching Avatar) I would.

me: Save us from whom?

Morgan: If bad guys came to America, I would just use that to stop them.

me: :D Well, you still need to brush your teeth.
janetlin: (Holiday: Halloween)
In some parts of the world, NaNoWriMo has already begun; most notably Finland, with whom we Sacramentans are AT WAR. They get a head start, but that means they finish (heh) first, and we get _hours_ to keep on writing while they watch our word count climb and are helpless to do anything but cry about it. Mwa ha ha.

Ahem. So I'm getting excited and have decided to attend the kickoff this evening/night/tomorrow morning, despite that the idea of writing in a ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE freaks me the heck out.

I have to interrupt this post to share some hilarity from Morgan. I just told her she could watch Noggin or a movie for an hour or so before we need to get ready to go to Trunk or Treat at our church.

"But, I thought we were going to houses," she pouts.

"We don't live in houses, baby; we'd have to drive somewhere to a neighborhood. So we might as well drive to church where there will be less walking and you'll get _more_ candy."

"No I won't, I'll get the same," she replies with infallible logic, which makes me laugh. "Mother, I'm _serious_." She puts her hands on her hips like I do, and Mom does, and even Grandma did, and I'm not sure about great-grandma but at this rate I'd be willing to lay odds, and I laugh even harder. Oh man, I love that little girl.

So, now that I can breathe again, where was I? Oh, the kickoff tonight. Yeah, scary stuff. But all the pep talks say to plug into some networking like this. I didn't do it last year, and though I don't think that had anything to do with my inability to hit 50k, I figure it can't hurt to try this time around. Also, since I don't own a laptop, when I leave the house I'll be writing in a notebook (which is a type of laptop, but I'm assuming you understand I mean the dead-tree kind here), and I've found it's easier to "just keep writing" when I have a pen in my hand because the time it takes me to write one word lets me think about the next one, whereas while typing I have to pause periodically 'cause my fingers can move faster than my brain (see previous post about typing speed and error rate). It's also easier not to hit the backspace button when there _is_ no backspace button. Huh, that should be on an icon or something.
janetlin: (Holiday: Halloween)
In some parts of the world, NaNoWriMo has already begun; most notably Finland, with whom we Sacramentans are AT WAR. They get a head start, but that means they finish (heh) first, and we get _hours_ to keep on writing while they watch our word count climb and are helpless to do anything but cry about it. Mwa ha ha.

Ahem. So I'm getting excited and have decided to attend the kickoff this evening/night/tomorrow morning, despite that the idea of writing in a ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE freaks me the heck out.

I have to interrupt this post to share some hilarity from Morgan. I just told her she could watch Noggin or a movie for an hour or so before we need to get ready to go to Trunk or Treat at our church.

"But, I thought we were going to houses," she pouts.

"We don't live in houses, baby; we'd have to drive somewhere to a neighborhood. So we might as well drive to church where there will be less walking and you'll get _more_ candy."

"No I won't, I'll get the same," she replies with infallible logic, which makes me laugh. "Mother, I'm _serious_." She puts her hands on her hips like I do, and Mom does, and even Grandma did, and I'm not sure about great-grandma but at this rate I'd be willing to lay odds, and I laugh even harder. Oh man, I love that little girl.

So, now that I can breathe again, where was I? Oh, the kickoff tonight. Yeah, scary stuff. But all the pep talks say to plug into some networking like this. I didn't do it last year, and though I don't think that had anything to do with my inability to hit 50k, I figure it can't hurt to try this time around. Also, since I don't own a laptop, when I leave the house I'll be writing in a notebook (which is a type of laptop, but I'm assuming you understand I mean the dead-tree kind here), and I've found it's easier to "just keep writing" when I have a pen in my hand because the time it takes me to write one word lets me think about the next one, whereas while typing I have to pause periodically 'cause my fingers can move faster than my brain (see previous post about typing speed and error rate). It's also easier not to hit the backspace button when there _is_ no backspace button. Huh, that should be on an icon or something.
janetlin: (Default)
Morgan speaks in song lyrics, and doesn't even know it. Over the past few days, she's said things that then get songs stuck in my head. This morning is yicky and overcast and as we were driving her to school she commented that the sky was grey, so now I have California Dreaming firmly stuck and even listening to it twice so far hasn't helped.

She, of course, thinks it's really funny when I start singing something she just said.
janetlin: (Default)
Morgan speaks in song lyrics, and doesn't even know it. Over the past few days, she's said things that then get songs stuck in my head. This morning is yicky and overcast and as we were driving her to school she commented that the sky was grey, so now I have California Dreaming firmly stuck and even listening to it twice so far hasn't helped.

She, of course, thinks it's really funny when I start singing something she just said.
janetlin: (Default)
Things is good lately.

Morgan has started kindergarten and _loves_ it. When Alan and I went to pick her up after her first day (she had been staying at her Montessori school until six, but we thought it might be a long first day, so we showed up at 4:30), she and her classmates were walking across the playground in a very nice single-file line. "Mommy, Daddy, we're going to the music room, come with us!" No amount of us saying we were there to pick her up would dissuade her. She never even stopped or stepped out of line to talk to us or give us hugs or anything. Just Music! Now! and I got the feeling that there might be a Scene if we tried to remove her, so we went home and came back an hour and a half later. When we asked about her day on the ride home she said she was so happy that she almost cried happy tears. HAPPY TEARS for school! Oh, baby love, don't you ever change.

The weekend before school started I took Alan and Morgan to Great Clips to get haircuts, and since they were cheap I decided to take the plunge I'd been thinking about for a few months and get one, too. Fifteen inches later. Locks of Love should be very happy. Oh, and I discovered my hair is _wavy_! WTF where'd that come from? My hair's always been straight as a pin (though it at least takes a curl well for those times I bother to futz with it), and this late in the game I don't think I can blame post-pregnancy hormones. Anyone else's hair randomly do something radically different at some point in their life?

I have a little bit of remorse when I look at the pictures from Chimera and realize that my hair is now anachronistic for most of the games I'm interested in, but that's what wigs are for, right? Alan enjoys not having to fight with my hair to bite kiss my neck, which, you know, isn't so bad from this end, either. ;) And it's _sooo_ much cooler; I can't take heat the way I used to and even ponytails weren't helping much. Also, dude! I hardly use any shampoo at all now! Showers go so much quicker! And my hair dries like *that*! Well, relatively: it used to take a solid hour of blow-drying. And it's still as thick as ever, but that, coupled with aforementioned waves, makes for volume liek woah. Plus it bounces. I feel all cute and girly even when I don't do anything to it. Which is most of the time because I'm not exactly dressing up much these days.

Alan has started work at Kohl's and it sounds like he's impressing people there. Yay! He's got himself up to 40 hours this week so here's hoping they decide he's worth it and keep him at that level. I probably still need to find something at least part-time for myself.

Eek! Speaking of which, I need to go pick him up.
janetlin: (Default)
Things is good lately.

Morgan has started kindergarten and _loves_ it. When Alan and I went to pick her up after her first day (she had been staying at her Montessori school until six, but we thought it might be a long first day, so we showed up at 4:30), she and her classmates were walking across the playground in a very nice single-file line. "Mommy, Daddy, we're going to the music room, come with us!" No amount of us saying we were there to pick her up would dissuade her. She never even stopped or stepped out of line to talk to us or give us hugs or anything. Just Music! Now! and I got the feeling that there might be a Scene if we tried to remove her, so we went home and came back an hour and a half later. When we asked about her day on the ride home she said she was so happy that she almost cried happy tears. HAPPY TEARS for school! Oh, baby love, don't you ever change.

The weekend before school started I took Alan and Morgan to Great Clips to get haircuts, and since they were cheap I decided to take the plunge I'd been thinking about for a few months and get one, too. Fifteen inches later. Locks of Love should be very happy. Oh, and I discovered my hair is _wavy_! WTF where'd that come from? My hair's always been straight as a pin (though it at least takes a curl well for those times I bother to futz with it), and this late in the game I don't think I can blame post-pregnancy hormones. Anyone else's hair randomly do something radically different at some point in their life?

I have a little bit of remorse when I look at the pictures from Chimera and realize that my hair is now anachronistic for most of the games I'm interested in, but that's what wigs are for, right? Alan enjoys not having to fight with my hair to bite kiss my neck, which, you know, isn't so bad from this end, either. ;) And it's _sooo_ much cooler; I can't take heat the way I used to and even ponytails weren't helping much. Also, dude! I hardly use any shampoo at all now! Showers go so much quicker! And my hair dries like *that*! Well, relatively: it used to take a solid hour of blow-drying. And it's still as thick as ever, but that, coupled with aforementioned waves, makes for volume liek woah. Plus it bounces. I feel all cute and girly even when I don't do anything to it. Which is most of the time because I'm not exactly dressing up much these days.

Alan has started work at Kohl's and it sounds like he's impressing people there. Yay! He's got himself up to 40 hours this week so here's hoping they decide he's worth it and keep him at that level. I probably still need to find something at least part-time for myself.

Eek! Speaking of which, I need to go pick him up.
janetlin: (Morgan)
Today Morgan made wedding invitations for her wedding to Gustavo when they grow up. Some of them are a picture of the church (with the road leading up to it and the sun in the sky above) and the others are of her in a veil. So cute!

It reminded me that when I was in elementary school every now and then a couple of the kids in my class would get "married" and we friends of the bride-to-be would spend all of recess picking little tiny daisy-like flowers from the playfield and weaving them into flower crowns and bracelets for the wedding party.

Anybody else have fake/imaginary weddings at a really young age like this?
janetlin: (Morgan)
Today Morgan made wedding invitations for her wedding to Gustavo when they grow up. Some of them are a picture of the church (with the road leading up to it and the sun in the sky above) and the others are of her in a veil. So cute!

It reminded me that when I was in elementary school every now and then a couple of the kids in my class would get "married" and we friends of the bride-to-be would spend all of recess picking little tiny daisy-like flowers from the playfield and weaving them into flower crowns and bracelets for the wedding party.

Anybody else have fake/imaginary weddings at a really young age like this?
janetlin: (Good luck)
Temp got up to 103+ last night. I freaked out and started talking about dying and what would happen to Morgan. Alan tried to kiss me and I wigged out about not wanting to get him sick. I didn't sleep very well despite Alan sleeping on the couch so I could have the whole bed in which to try to get comfortable. This morning I was 100.5 and felt better, but Alan and Mom had a Sekrit Phone Conference (they are prone to those) and decided that I needed to see the doctor again. *sigh* So I went, figuring they wouldn't tell me anything new but hoping at least they'd give me a prescription for the fever 'cause damn, brain cells are being threatened here. The doctor on duty was different than Monday and I liked her a whole lot better. She was gratifyingly concerned about my high temps, because it _should_ be trending downward, not up. And she took about twice as long listening to me breathe and overall just gave an impression of actually caring what was wrong and trying to figure out how to get me better. The guy on Monday was kind of "meh" about the whole thing, which was really disconcerting given that I was more than half convinced I had swine flu. Bedside manner: you're doing it wrong, dude.

But this lady was awesome and she suggested that I switch to ibuprofen since the Tylenol was doing nothing, also the anti-inflammatory might help with the cough (which is worse today and makes _everything_ hurt). She told us her hours for tomorrow and Friday and implored me to check in with her - "You HAVE to get better, you really do." She mentioned that it might be the flu, which Monday!doctor had seemed to handwave, and that if I _don't_ get better the next step is bloodwork and getting a white cell count and stuff. It's so nice to be taken seriously. It's also nice not to be charged out the nose.

So on our way home we got some ibuprofen. The bottle says to take one capsule but doc said I could take three so I did and wow! We're talking, like, choirs of angels singing. This afternoon my temp bounced around from 100.2 to 102.8 and back but the coughs were so much better, which helped immensely with the overall achiness I've had for the better part of a week now. This evening I was down to 99.6 but just now apparently I'm back to 100.8. Doc said it would bounce but it is, at least, doing so in a downward direction.

Also, my long-overdue period finally started today. Way to fail, body, way to fail.

Since I'll still be contagious this weekend regardless of if the fever breaks by then or not, I won't be able to go out to the boats for the fireworks and water wars. Boo. Dad is going to come down and rescue Morgan from Mommy's sicky germs fetch Morgan tomorrow, though, to take her up the hill for the small-town Amador County festivities which part of me prefers, anyway. The fireworks are shot off from the baseball diamond at the junior high school and the snack bar is open and manned by the 4-H club selling nachos and corn dogs, and the football field is filled with people laying flat on their backs to watch the fireworks go off directly overhead. And then it takes half an hour just to get through town on your way home. Maybe less than that now because these days Jackson has TRAFFIC LIGHTS!!

Oh, speaking of Morgan, this morning she was going on about wanting a flying Pegasus again. I explained we don't have room for one. She is, as usual, undeterred: "Well, we could go to the hardware store, and buy some rope, and tie it to things. Big things that are hard to lift." Oh, I love that little brain.

Oooh, also: I've been having tons of fun poking at the generators at Seventh Sanctum. Character names and descriptions to deities to sci-fi gadgets to evil animal minions (my personal favorite is "super-fast sneaky psychic slugs who can read minds") and even more mundane things like tavern names.

EDIT: 11pm - 99.3, lowest I've been all day, and I feel like I'm sweating like a pig.
janetlin: (Good luck)
Temp got up to 103+ last night. I freaked out and started talking about dying and what would happen to Morgan. Alan tried to kiss me and I wigged out about not wanting to get him sick. I didn't sleep very well despite Alan sleeping on the couch so I could have the whole bed in which to try to get comfortable. This morning I was 100.5 and felt better, but Alan and Mom had a Sekrit Phone Conference (they are prone to those) and decided that I needed to see the doctor again. *sigh* So I went, figuring they wouldn't tell me anything new but hoping at least they'd give me a prescription for the fever 'cause damn, brain cells are being threatened here. The doctor on duty was different than Monday and I liked her a whole lot better. She was gratifyingly concerned about my high temps, because it _should_ be trending downward, not up. And she took about twice as long listening to me breathe and overall just gave an impression of actually caring what was wrong and trying to figure out how to get me better. The guy on Monday was kind of "meh" about the whole thing, which was really disconcerting given that I was more than half convinced I had swine flu. Bedside manner: you're doing it wrong, dude.

But this lady was awesome and she suggested that I switch to ibuprofen since the Tylenol was doing nothing, also the anti-inflammatory might help with the cough (which is worse today and makes _everything_ hurt). She told us her hours for tomorrow and Friday and implored me to check in with her - "You HAVE to get better, you really do." She mentioned that it might be the flu, which Monday!doctor had seemed to handwave, and that if I _don't_ get better the next step is bloodwork and getting a white cell count and stuff. It's so nice to be taken seriously. It's also nice not to be charged out the nose.

So on our way home we got some ibuprofen. The bottle says to take one capsule but doc said I could take three so I did and wow! We're talking, like, choirs of angels singing. This afternoon my temp bounced around from 100.2 to 102.8 and back but the coughs were so much better, which helped immensely with the overall achiness I've had for the better part of a week now. This evening I was down to 99.6 but just now apparently I'm back to 100.8. Doc said it would bounce but it is, at least, doing so in a downward direction.

Also, my long-overdue period finally started today. Way to fail, body, way to fail.

Since I'll still be contagious this weekend regardless of if the fever breaks by then or not, I won't be able to go out to the boats for the fireworks and water wars. Boo. Dad is going to come down and rescue Morgan from Mommy's sicky germs fetch Morgan tomorrow, though, to take her up the hill for the small-town Amador County festivities which part of me prefers, anyway. The fireworks are shot off from the baseball diamond at the junior high school and the snack bar is open and manned by the 4-H club selling nachos and corn dogs, and the football field is filled with people laying flat on their backs to watch the fireworks go off directly overhead. And then it takes half an hour just to get through town on your way home. Maybe less than that now because these days Jackson has TRAFFIC LIGHTS!!

Oh, speaking of Morgan, this morning she was going on about wanting a flying Pegasus again. I explained we don't have room for one. She is, as usual, undeterred: "Well, we could go to the hardware store, and buy some rope, and tie it to things. Big things that are hard to lift." Oh, I love that little brain.

Oooh, also: I've been having tons of fun poking at the generators at Seventh Sanctum. Character names and descriptions to deities to sci-fi gadgets to evil animal minions (my personal favorite is "super-fast sneaky psychic slugs who can read minds") and even more mundane things like tavern names.

EDIT: 11pm - 99.3, lowest I've been all day, and I feel like I'm sweating like a pig.
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I have a cough that's been slowly progressing over the past three days, a headache and body aches that extra strength Tylenol doesn't even touch, fatigue (I slept until one in the afternoon today and still feel like I could fall straight to sleep if I laid my head down), and I feel too weak to stand for long periods of time. No nausea or fever, though.

In happier news, though, Morgan is doing better. She ran her course of antibiotics and then seemed to plateau, but the cough is almost completely gone now. I hope I don't get her sick again.

I"m going to lay down now.

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