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Donuts: Declan's been sick this week. Again. I tested him using a rapid test and it came back negative, but that doesn't mean much of anything. Wednesday, there was more life in a wet dishrag than there was in my kid. He's been bouncing back, but isn't anywhere near school-healthy as of yet. His appetite has somewhat returned, so that's a relief.
On Tuesday, we went out thrifting. Shocking no one, I bought yarn, BUT I also found a couple of things that I had been looking for first try. I found a new cotton blanket for our bed (ours was quite old and was starting to disintegrate) as well as a nice bedspread. Laundry happened, and the blanket went onto the bed, and the bedspread got a little adjusting into a new futon cover. My only complaint is that it is a crumb-magnet, but I suspect that it's also a naptrap and I'm okay with that trade off.
Pilling the cat is an ADVENTURE. I think I have to cut Sunny's claws again, since I'm starting to wear his protestations on my hand. It's getting easier, though slow going.
I made another blanket, all from thrifted yarn. It's hideous and I love it. It still needs finishing (ends woven in, blocked) and I will post pictures when that's done.
Compression socks still suck. They bunch in the same spot, the dip between my ankle and shin, and I am not impressed. *grumble*
I had a mammogram yesterday. I know it's important and all that and yes, I'm grateful that I can get the requisition, book an appointment and go, with no cost to myself. And yet. There is a certain amount of indignity and discomfort that goes with it. So no, I do not like them, but I like cancer even less, so there's that.
Periods suck. Can I be done with them now?
I'm still trying to make a dent in my physical TBR. It's slow going, but it's going. Reading hasn't been a thing for me lately, my head just isn't in it. Maybe today I will have some time to just sit and read and rest.
My life is pretty fucking boring. I need to get outside more, but it's so easy to stay in and hermit. Thanks inertia!
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I am in a foul mood.
I got up this morning to a menstrual deluge. Not unanticipated as this is Day 3, but it did not stay in its lane, prompting the necessity of having a shower first thing. Not my typical Saturday morning, but okay.
THEN, I was getting pestered by the four-footed things for food and treats (Sunny gets treats every morning to help with pill-taking), and the two-footed thing for breakfast. It was stupidly frustrating. Why do cats insist on trying to get into the refrigerator when it's opened? THERE'S NOTHING IN THERE FOR YOU, CAT. FUCK OFF.
Added to this the simple fact that all I wanted was something to eat and a chance to breathe and that wasn't going to be a thing until everyone else's needs were met. And yes, the cats were fed, pilled, and the boxes cleaned, and the kid was fed (he really should be feeding himself) before I could put the kettle on and have some toast.
TL;DR - I am easily irritated because hormones.
I got up this morning to a menstrual deluge. Not unanticipated as this is Day 3, but it did not stay in its lane, prompting the necessity of having a shower first thing. Not my typical Saturday morning, but okay.
THEN, I was getting pestered by the four-footed things for food and treats (Sunny gets treats every morning to help with pill-taking), and the two-footed thing for breakfast. It was stupidly frustrating. Why do cats insist on trying to get into the refrigerator when it's opened? THERE'S NOTHING IN THERE FOR YOU, CAT. FUCK OFF.
Added to this the simple fact that all I wanted was something to eat and a chance to breathe and that wasn't going to be a thing until everyone else's needs were met. And yes, the cats were fed, pilled, and the boxes cleaned, and the kid was fed (he really should be feeding himself) before I could put the kettle on and have some toast.
TL;DR - I am easily irritated because hormones.
We have no water. NONE.
Apparently, this is city-wide, not just some random fuckery that can be easily sorted.
I can't shower, let alone flush the toilet, which might become problematic as I am riding the blood red tide and leaving behind crime scenes. School is likely to be canceled because no running water = unsafe school. Today is going to suck.
ETA: From the City of Kitchener twitter feed: WATER DISRUPTION UPDATE: A watermain on King Street in between Madison and Cameron has been hit during road construction. We ask that you please avoid this area while staff are working to isolate this section of watermain.
This fills me with so much joy, you have NO IDEA. :(
Apparently, this is city-wide, not just some random fuckery that can be easily sorted.
I can't shower, let alone flush the toilet, which might become problematic as I am riding the blood red tide and leaving behind crime scenes. School is likely to be canceled because no running water = unsafe school. Today is going to suck.
ETA: From the City of Kitchener twitter feed: WATER DISRUPTION UPDATE: A watermain on King Street in between Madison and Cameron has been hit during road construction. We ask that you please avoid this area while staff are working to isolate this section of watermain.
This fills me with so much joy, you have NO IDEA. :(
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And just because my life wasn't messed up enough, I now have to deal with the menstrual hormonal rollercoaster on top of all of the hospital funness. Oh joy.
( Girly TMI )
So on top of everything else, I think I'm coming down with *something* (flu, a cold or some other virus). I feel lousy. The only thing I really want to do is crash on the couch and stare at the television. The hitch in that plan? Tabula Rasa. She needs someone to look after her and since![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuzzpsych is at work, that leaves me. I don't know if I'm up for the challenge of nursing myself back to a state mimicking healthy and a 15 week old baby. But I don't really have much of a choice, do I?
So on top of everything else, I think I'm coming down with *something* (flu, a cold or some other virus). I feel lousy. The only thing I really want to do is crash on the couch and stare at the television. The hitch in that plan? Tabula Rasa. She needs someone to look after her and since
fuzzpsych is at work, that leaves me. I don't know if I'm up for the challenge of nursing myself back to a state mimicking healthy and a 15 week old baby. But I don't really have much of a choice, do I?
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For the first time in nearly a year, I started menstruating a few days ago. Instead of cramps, my misery has manifested itself in headaches.
Go me. :(
No wait. I was mistaken. I get the pleasure of both cramps and headaches today.
Going to take some tylenol and drink something hot and caffeinated to make it work more effectively.
And if my fucktard neighbours keep playing Counting Crows at the volume that they were a few moments ago, somebody's going to die.
Go me. :(
No wait. I was mistaken. I get the pleasure of both cramps and headaches today.
Going to take some tylenol and drink something hot and caffeinated to make it work more effectively.
And if my fucktard neighbours keep playing Counting Crows at the volume that they were a few moments ago, somebody's going to die.
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