brain dump
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brightbluegirlYesterday Andrew came home from the thrift store with a hot water bottle. A hot water bottle!!!! He got it for his back (which has been bothering him again), but when we went to bed last night, we put it at the bottom of the bed and rested our feet against it. I had good, comfy dreams ALL NIGHT as a result. I love it. It's even one of those awesome old fashioned orange ones with a red/orange plaid flannel insulating cover. It's just too cool.
Tonight, I have my midterm exam. I'm not that worried - I prepared more for this than I did for most of my midterms all through university.
Afterwards, I'm coming home, and I have ALL of tomorrow off, since it's my birthday and I try really hard not to work on my birthday (the only time I've worked on my birthday in the last 5 years was the year I worked part time at the Comic Book store - it was my dream job, and my very first day of work, and I was SO EXCITED to work there, it was the best birthday present ever!). Plans are pretty small - presents, maybe IKEA, cake, and hanging out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kirithebrave and sabyorange in the evening. Hooray for birthdays!!
I'm feeling better today again, although I've been coughing a bunch since I got to work. Every day I'm a bit better. Yesterday I had a sore throat, and I still have it a bit, and that's disturbing for me, since I've already been sick for a bloody month.
I really want to be better. I want to start working out again! I'm gaining weight, just a bit, but STILL. I need regular activity. And since (I've tested) every time I up my physical activity (let's say I'm walking to the store, and I speed up), I end up in a coughing fit... well, I'm a bit bummed.
soon. soon, I hope.
So apparently my granma is doing a lot better. She was at the deathbed stage, right, and so they took her off most of the drugs she was on. The Tylenol 3s, the extreme anti-convulsants... and lo and behold, she got better. She's still mostly bed-ridden, and in a wheelchair when she gets out of it... but she DOES wheel herself to the bathroom, and get in and out of bed by herself. Big fucking surprise. And people wonder why I choose not to medicate whenever possible.
On Saturday night we went out withzaftigvegan and her hunny. We had SO MUCH FUN.
Firstly, we went to the Foundation, which has intensely good food. Intensely.
Then we went to an actual bar. A BAR. Like, a pubby thing. And drank huge martinis, and our server gave us free shots (crispy crunch, my very favourite), and then we tried to go dancing, but the place we went to didn't have dancing (we'd been misinformed). So we had more drinks.
Anyway, by the time we got home, although I wasn't nauseaus or vomitty, I had my usual "frighteningly cold can't warm up" bullshit going on. Theoretically, our new hot water bottle might have helped me, but we didn't have that yet, and I was cold and awake until well after 5am.
And I was FURIOUS. At myself. Because yes, I used to have a GREAT tolerance, but I KNOW that I don't have it now. For whatever reason (and I have a very good idea why), alcohol and I no longer get along. I react in this hypoglycemic blood sugar way, cold and shivering and lying awake, with my blood pounding in my ears.
So I'm just not going to do it any more. I adore myzaftigvegan, and we're still going to hang out tons, but I just can't join in their drinking any more. Maybe a glass of wine, or ONE martini, to be social... but even then, I've been known to have reactions off of one drink. And I don't need alcohol - if I'm not with people who drink, my instinct is to grab a glass of water, or if it's available, iced herbal tea.
Tonight, I have my midterm exam. I'm not that worried - I prepared more for this than I did for most of my midterms all through university.
Afterwards, I'm coming home, and I have ALL of tomorrow off, since it's my birthday and I try really hard not to work on my birthday (the only time I've worked on my birthday in the last 5 years was the year I worked part time at the Comic Book store - it was my dream job, and my very first day of work, and I was SO EXCITED to work there, it was the best birthday present ever!). Plans are pretty small - presents, maybe IKEA, cake, and hanging out with
kirithebrave and sabyorange in the evening. Hooray for birthdays!!I'm feeling better today again, although I've been coughing a bunch since I got to work. Every day I'm a bit better. Yesterday I had a sore throat, and I still have it a bit, and that's disturbing for me, since I've already been sick for a bloody month.
I really want to be better. I want to start working out again! I'm gaining weight, just a bit, but STILL. I need regular activity. And since (I've tested) every time I up my physical activity (let's say I'm walking to the store, and I speed up), I end up in a coughing fit... well, I'm a bit bummed.
soon. soon, I hope.
So apparently my granma is doing a lot better. She was at the deathbed stage, right, and so they took her off most of the drugs she was on. The Tylenol 3s, the extreme anti-convulsants... and lo and behold, she got better. She's still mostly bed-ridden, and in a wheelchair when she gets out of it... but she DOES wheel herself to the bathroom, and get in and out of bed by herself. Big fucking surprise. And people wonder why I choose not to medicate whenever possible.
On Saturday night we went out with
zaftigvegan and her hunny. We had SO MUCH FUN.Firstly, we went to the Foundation, which has intensely good food. Intensely.
Then we went to an actual bar. A BAR. Like, a pubby thing. And drank huge martinis, and our server gave us free shots (crispy crunch, my very favourite), and then we tried to go dancing, but the place we went to didn't have dancing (we'd been misinformed). So we had more drinks.
Anyway, by the time we got home, although I wasn't nauseaus or vomitty, I had my usual "frighteningly cold can't warm up" bullshit going on. Theoretically, our new hot water bottle might have helped me, but we didn't have that yet, and I was cold and awake until well after 5am.
And I was FURIOUS. At myself. Because yes, I used to have a GREAT tolerance, but I KNOW that I don't have it now. For whatever reason (and I have a very good idea why), alcohol and I no longer get along. I react in this hypoglycemic blood sugar way, cold and shivering and lying awake, with my blood pounding in my ears.
So I'm just not going to do it any more. I adore my
zaftigvegan, and we're still going to hang out tons, but I just can't join in their drinking any more. Maybe a glass of wine, or ONE martini, to be social... but even then, I've been known to have reactions off of one drink. And I don't need alcohol - if I'm not with people who drink, my instinct is to grab a glass of water, or if it's available, iced herbal tea.
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Date: 2004-10-18 09:27 am (UTC)I had one for years because my family likes to keep the house very, very cold in the winter for some reason and I can't sleep with cold feet. Last year I upgraded to an electric heated pad, but methinks I won't need it this winter: Nick is a giant furnace and he keeps me cuddly warm.
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Date: 2004-10-19 10:09 am (UTC)happy birthday!
Date: 2004-10-19 02:42 pm (UTC)Re: happy birthday!
Date: 2004-10-20 08:48 am (UTC)Happy Birthday!
Date: 2004-10-19 04:03 pm (UTC)-Shannon
Re: Happy Birthday!
Date: 2004-10-20 08:48 am (UTC)I had a wonderful birthday. I'll have to email you so you can have my email address. ;)