NaNoWriMeh

Nov. 18th, 2009 11:19 pm
janetlin: (NaNoWriMo)
Blerg. No calendar or graph widget tonight because the bright red boxes are real downers. I am past the midway point of 25k but still way short of the 30k that was tonight's goal. This cold/allergy/sinus whatever has been kicking my ass and Monday and Tuesday I wrote absolutely nothing. Tonight I only did ~1500 but that feels like a _lot_ in comparison. I now need to do 2000+ every day in order to make it (that's only a little "plus," though). My characters have pretty much stopped talking to me and the plot has come to a screeching halt and I feel like we all (me and them) are standing around looking at each other like, "Dude, who was supposed to bring the plot?" "Not me, I thought she was in charge of the plot." "Me?! I haven't been in charge for two and a half weeks now, you hijackers! Now do something interesting!" "Um, like what?"

*facepalm*

So, y'know, that's ... coming along.

NaNoWriMeh

Nov. 18th, 2009 11:19 pm
janetlin: (NaNoWriMo)
Blerg. No calendar or graph widget tonight because the bright red boxes are real downers. I am past the midway point of 25k but still way short of the 30k that was tonight's goal. This cold/allergy/sinus whatever has been kicking my ass and Monday and Tuesday I wrote absolutely nothing. Tonight I only did ~1500 but that feels like a _lot_ in comparison. I now need to do 2000+ every day in order to make it (that's only a little "plus," though). My characters have pretty much stopped talking to me and the plot has come to a screeching halt and I feel like we all (me and them) are standing around looking at each other like, "Dude, who was supposed to bring the plot?" "Not me, I thought she was in charge of the plot." "Me?! I haven't been in charge for two and a half weeks now, you hijackers! Now do something interesting!" "Um, like what?"

*facepalm*

So, y'know, that's ... coming along.
janetlin: (Default)
Well, the good work of the antibiotics seems to have plateaued. Yesterday my cough was worse and today was much the same, with the addition of some nausea. I felt bleh all day long and wasn't sure about going to the reception tomorrow. Went in to the doc this evening and she took another x-ray and right there was the sort of cloudy-looking pneumonia in my right lung. She says the important thing is that the fever is gone (which means we got the right antibiotics). The cough is likely to be all over the place. Joy. But she says I'm not too contagious anymore, so going to the reception tomorrow is cool, just not to snuggle on the baby. Also she gave me some punched-up cough syrup with codeine that hopefully will do a better job of managing the cough than the Robitussin. Which is nice because it sounds like I'm looking at another week of this B.S.
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Well, the good work of the antibiotics seems to have plateaued. Yesterday my cough was worse and today was much the same, with the addition of some nausea. I felt bleh all day long and wasn't sure about going to the reception tomorrow. Went in to the doc this evening and she took another x-ray and right there was the sort of cloudy-looking pneumonia in my right lung. She says the important thing is that the fever is gone (which means we got the right antibiotics). The cough is likely to be all over the place. Joy. But she says I'm not too contagious anymore, so going to the reception tomorrow is cool, just not to snuggle on the baby. Also she gave me some punched-up cough syrup with codeine that hopefully will do a better job of managing the cough than the Robitussin. Which is nice because it sounds like I'm looking at another week of this B.S.
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So. I have pneumonia.

The doc was concerned about my continued high temps so we went in yesterday. My oxygen saturation was down and the doc could hear the rattling/crackling low in my ribs. It's kind of weird to feel relieved, but at least now it's something treatable. I'm on antibiotics - pill version of the liquid we were giving Morgan - and it seems to be going well. This morning for the first time I woke up with a normal temperature. Usually (well, over the past week) it's high in the mornings and then drops later in the day. Last night around ten I had a bowl of cereal, to take advantage of being able to injest milk. Looks like now maybe I didn't need to, and could have saved the last of the frosted mini-wheats for this morning. Oh well. Today I had a granola bar before I took my antibiotic and it went _so_ much better. I should know not to trust any pill that says it can be taken without food.
janetlin: (Default)
So. I have pneumonia.

The doc was concerned about my continued high temps so we went in yesterday. My oxygen saturation was down and the doc could hear the rattling/crackling low in my ribs. It's kind of weird to feel relieved, but at least now it's something treatable. I'm on antibiotics - pill version of the liquid we were giving Morgan - and it seems to be going well. This morning for the first time I woke up with a normal temperature. Usually (well, over the past week) it's high in the mornings and then drops later in the day. Last night around ten I had a bowl of cereal, to take advantage of being able to injest milk. Looks like now maybe I didn't need to, and could have saved the last of the frosted mini-wheats for this morning. Oh well. Today I had a granola bar before I took my antibiotic and it went _so_ much better. I should know not to trust any pill that says it can be taken without food.
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.

Yick

Jun. 29th, 2009 06:00 pm
janetlin: (Ded)
Despite all day of feeling feverish and my thermometer sticking its tongue out at me and telling me I was only 99.6, late last night it _finally_ said I broke 101. And nausea finally reared its ugly head at about three this morning. So I went to the doctor after dropping Morgan off. I'm not as tired as I was yesterday, but all the other symptoms are still around. But apparently that doesn't ring any warning bells for the doctor, who says it looks like "just" a viral infection and instructs me to "treat the symptoms." Srsly, I needed to sit in a waiting room for an hour and a half and pay $180 dollars to have you tell me that?!

The diet is on hold in the meantime because I have no appetite and I'm not sure I could exercise if I wanted to. Maybe I'll sweat off some weight, though...

Yick

Jun. 29th, 2009 06:00 pm
janetlin: (Ded)
Despite all day of feeling feverish and my thermometer sticking its tongue out at me and telling me I was only 99.6, late last night it _finally_ said I broke 101. And nausea finally reared its ugly head at about three this morning. So I went to the doctor after dropping Morgan off. I'm not as tired as I was yesterday, but all the other symptoms are still around. But apparently that doesn't ring any warning bells for the doctor, who says it looks like "just" a viral infection and instructs me to "treat the symptoms." Srsly, I needed to sit in a waiting room for an hour and a half and pay $180 dollars to have you tell me that?!

The diet is on hold in the meantime because I have no appetite and I'm not sure I could exercise if I wanted to. Maybe I'll sweat off some weight, though...
janetlin: (Baals)
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.
janetlin: (Baals)
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.
janetlin: (Make It Stop)
Health is better:

Thank You! to all my well-wishers (and especially [livejournal.com profile] starfirenz for the energy boosts); I am feeling much better. I went to work today, only had to take Tylenol once in the morning and no headache all day long, even after it had worn off. I felt brave and so ate some potato salad for lunch, though my stomach went "Argh" in a way I wasn't sure at the time was more "Eep! Solid food for the first time in two days!" or "Blagh, I'm still sick!" Turns out it was more the former, as it decided at about eight this evening that it _does_, in fact, like the idea of solid food, and started rumbling at me in ways I have not felt since my second trimester. Had a meal bar and a bowl of cottage cheese and pineapple for dinner and it's quieted down nicely.

The only achy-icky thing left is a sore throat from the coughing, for which I foresaw and heeded Tanja's advice for "honey, honey and more honey" in my chamomile tea. Twist my arm, seriously.

Car is worse:

I found out the hard way today that my car does not have an indicator light for when my gas tank is nearing empty. I noticed that the needle on the gage, though, was drooping low as I was on my way to work, so I pull into a station and think I'm being a good kid by filling up before the light comes on (my dad tried to impart the wisdom of "refill at 1/4 of a tank," but it didn't take). But I reach into my purse and can't find my wallet. Ahh, shite. I _very_ carefully drive Morgan to daycare and myself to work, because I can't afford the ticket for driving without my license.

Turns out it had been fumes that got me into the parking lot at work, because as I went to pull out of my parking space at the end of the day, my car just _stopped_. Rarg. [livejournal.com profile] firey_fairy and I transfer Morgan's car seat to her car, and she drives me over to the daycare to pick her up, and also to a Kragen to buy a gas can, and then to a gas station to fill up said gas can (which I'd never done before, and so was a little awkward about). This is all on money borrowed from Linda, because I have no wallet. So we return to the office, I give Linda her change, we transfer Morgan _back_ to my car, and then Becca and I fiddle with the gas can until a nice man in the parking lot takes pity on us poor girls and shows us how it's done (though we _could_ have figured it out on our own; there were illustrated instructions and everything *wink*).

So I am now the proud owner of a two-gallon gas can, which is enough to get me from work to home, and from home to the Chevron a few blocks away (though I'm not sure how much farther), where I happily put $20 into my gas tank from the wallet I found - once I got home and enlisted [livejournal.com profile] ktbee's help in searching the living room - to be still in my purse.

*sigh*
janetlin: (Make It Stop)
Health is better:

Thank You! to all my well-wishers (and especially [livejournal.com profile] starfirenz for the energy boosts); I am feeling much better. I went to work today, only had to take Tylenol once in the morning and no headache all day long, even after it had worn off. I felt brave and so ate some potato salad for lunch, though my stomach went "Argh" in a way I wasn't sure at the time was more "Eep! Solid food for the first time in two days!" or "Blagh, I'm still sick!" Turns out it was more the former, as it decided at about eight this evening that it _does_, in fact, like the idea of solid food, and started rumbling at me in ways I have not felt since my second trimester. Had a meal bar and a bowl of cottage cheese and pineapple for dinner and it's quieted down nicely.

The only achy-icky thing left is a sore throat from the coughing, for which I foresaw and heeded Tanja's advice for "honey, honey and more honey" in my chamomile tea. Twist my arm, seriously.

Car is worse:

I found out the hard way today that my car does not have an indicator light for when my gas tank is nearing empty. I noticed that the needle on the gage, though, was drooping low as I was on my way to work, so I pull into a station and think I'm being a good kid by filling up before the light comes on (my dad tried to impart the wisdom of "refill at 1/4 of a tank," but it didn't take). But I reach into my purse and can't find my wallet. Ahh, shite. I _very_ carefully drive Morgan to daycare and myself to work, because I can't afford the ticket for driving without my license.

Turns out it had been fumes that got me into the parking lot at work, because as I went to pull out of my parking space at the end of the day, my car just _stopped_. Rarg. [livejournal.com profile] firey_fairy and I transfer Morgan's car seat to her car, and she drives me over to the daycare to pick her up, and also to a Kragen to buy a gas can, and then to a gas station to fill up said gas can (which I'd never done before, and so was a little awkward about). This is all on money borrowed from Linda, because I have no wallet. So we return to the office, I give Linda her change, we transfer Morgan _back_ to my car, and then Becca and I fiddle with the gas can until a nice man in the parking lot takes pity on us poor girls and shows us how it's done (though we _could_ have figured it out on our own; there were illustrated instructions and everything *wink*).

So I am now the proud owner of a two-gallon gas can, which is enough to get me from work to home, and from home to the Chevron a few blocks away (though I'm not sure how much farther), where I happily put $20 into my gas tank from the wallet I found - once I got home and enlisted [livejournal.com profile] ktbee's help in searching the living room - to be still in my purse.

*sigh*
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Without backtracking too much and going into too many details in regards to my financial situation, let me just say that it's very messed up. Dad had offered to go with me to meet with the VP of his bank to see if the last name would cut me any slack there and allow me to open an account ('cause this Bank of Wal-Mart business of paying to cash paychecks and constantly buying money orders is fecking _ridiculous_). So an appointment was set up for Tuesday. Cool.

On Sunday, I have this headache that just won't quit. It feels like a food headache, so I eat, but that doesn't help. So I take some Tylenol, and that doesn't help either. It's the same on Monday while I'm at work. Then at about eight o'clock Monday night, I start feeling some other not-right signs. So I'm careful about what I eat for dinner and how much, and when I go to bed at midnight I'm not feeling any worse than that general not-right sense.

Well, three thirty in the morning I wake up and am violently ill, and again at 4:45. Bleh. Also some other lower abdomen issues. _Not_ driving an hour up the hill on a highway that is limited as far as availability of bathrooms goes. So I call up dad and the bank guy and cancel, which turns out not to be a big because the weather up there is crummy, anyway, and with me having one mostly-bald tire on my car it would have been bad driving anyway.

But the other thing dad was going to do was help me sort out all the stuff I have to do to transfer the car into my name and register it and all that jazz. So I decide to not make a _total_ waste of the day, seize some initiative, and go out to do it on my own. The major hitch there was that the car needed to be smogged. Normally this takes, like, fifteen minutes. It took them _two_hours_ for my car, because it has Issues with revving (I didn't even ask for an explanation, because it wouldn't make sense to me anyway). But it at least was finally clear, so I head over to a DMV branch, arriving fifteen minutes before closing time (thanks to the extra time at the smog test place), and luckily I picked the right branch because they had _tons_ of windows so the wait was very fast. Paid the money, got the sticker, all is cool. Except for the bald tire, the revving thing, a transmission leak... I _do_ appreciate my uncle giving me his car, I really do. I just wish it could have been, like, _fixed_ before he handed it over to me.

So on the sick thing, I do feel better today. Probably could have gone in to work but decided a day off in which I actually _rested_ would help me get better faster. Still had the headache and general body-wooziness from Tuesday and developed a nice (hopefully productive) cough, but at least the nausea and other was gone. And Tylenol worked tonight. Yay!

I seem to be shaking this much faster than [livejournal.com profile] ktbee is shaking hers, so maybe we don't have the same thing, after all. Hmm...
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Without backtracking too much and going into too many details in regards to my financial situation, let me just say that it's very messed up. Dad had offered to go with me to meet with the VP of his bank to see if the last name would cut me any slack there and allow me to open an account ('cause this Bank of Wal-Mart business of paying to cash paychecks and constantly buying money orders is fecking _ridiculous_). So an appointment was set up for Tuesday. Cool.

On Sunday, I have this headache that just won't quit. It feels like a food headache, so I eat, but that doesn't help. So I take some Tylenol, and that doesn't help either. It's the same on Monday while I'm at work. Then at about eight o'clock Monday night, I start feeling some other not-right signs. So I'm careful about what I eat for dinner and how much, and when I go to bed at midnight I'm not feeling any worse than that general not-right sense.

Well, three thirty in the morning I wake up and am violently ill, and again at 4:45. Bleh. Also some other lower abdomen issues. _Not_ driving an hour up the hill on a highway that is limited as far as availability of bathrooms goes. So I call up dad and the bank guy and cancel, which turns out not to be a big because the weather up there is crummy, anyway, and with me having one mostly-bald tire on my car it would have been bad driving anyway.

But the other thing dad was going to do was help me sort out all the stuff I have to do to transfer the car into my name and register it and all that jazz. So I decide to not make a _total_ waste of the day, seize some initiative, and go out to do it on my own. The major hitch there was that the car needed to be smogged. Normally this takes, like, fifteen minutes. It took them _two_hours_ for my car, because it has Issues with revving (I didn't even ask for an explanation, because it wouldn't make sense to me anyway). But it at least was finally clear, so I head over to a DMV branch, arriving fifteen minutes before closing time (thanks to the extra time at the smog test place), and luckily I picked the right branch because they had _tons_ of windows so the wait was very fast. Paid the money, got the sticker, all is cool. Except for the bald tire, the revving thing, a transmission leak... I _do_ appreciate my uncle giving me his car, I really do. I just wish it could have been, like, _fixed_ before he handed it over to me.

So on the sick thing, I do feel better today. Probably could have gone in to work but decided a day off in which I actually _rested_ would help me get better faster. Still had the headache and general body-wooziness from Tuesday and developed a nice (hopefully productive) cough, but at least the nausea and other was gone. And Tylenol worked tonight. Yay!

I seem to be shaking this much faster than [livejournal.com profile] ktbee is shaking hers, so maybe we don't have the same thing, after all. Hmm...
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Your Heart Is Blue

Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well.
You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return.

Your flirting style: Friendly

Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe

Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish

What you bring to relationships: Loyalty


All right, so who's surprised? ;-)
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Your Heart Is Blue

Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well.
You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return.

Your flirting style: Friendly

Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe

Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish

What you bring to relationships: Loyalty


All right, so who's surprised? ;-)

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