January is almost over. Another day and a half (or thereabouts) and it will be over. Yay.

So, some updates:
  • Sheldon - We had to take him back to the vet for more testing at the beginning of the month because the anti-nausea shot had worn off and he had started puking two or three times a day again. This time, it was blood work and urinalysis. I declined the abdominal ultrasound; he is old and it's expensive. We got some anti-nausea pills that day and then some painkillers the next day. In the end, between two vet visits and another scrip of PukesBeGone, I've spent about $1100. And for what? A flare up of pancreatitis. He has an upset tumtum, and I have a massive vet bill. UGH. (Yes, I know it's more than that, but the end result - too much puking - is the same.)
  • The kid is in exam week, but has no final exams. Because of the weather, exams have been postponed by two days, so the new term doesn't start until Wednesday of next week. The only good thing about this is that I won't have to get him out of school for his next orthodontic appointment.
  • Depression is kicking my ass. Often, this is a symptom of my meds not working as efficiently as they should. Because of a recent upping of the dosage last year having the required effect (quelling the hot flash anxiety spikes), and me able to do stuff, my guess is it's a reaction to everything else. As much as I like to know what's happening in the world around me, I don't think it's doing my mental health any favours. Time for a news diet, I think. And more Bob Ross. Happy little trees and happy accidents, here I come.
  • The microwave overheated last night when I was getting dinner sorted. This...does not fill me with joy. I unplugged it, cleaned the inside, wiped down the outside, and gave the cubby it sits in a once over. The cubby was the worst of it, which is impressive, considering how disgusting the insides of microwaves can get. Anyhoodle, plugged it into a plug that's on its own breaker, and it turned back on again. So yay? I put everything back, but declined to plug it in again. I have a healthy amount of paranoia regarding kitchen appliances spontaneously setting themselves on fire. If I need it, I will plug it in. If I do not, then it can stay unplugged.
  • I am still reading and writing. See above regarding depression for why everything is stalled or meh. The same is true of my crochet and knitting projects. Thanks brain, I hate it.
  • For those who don't follow the news, it has been confirmed, in stomach churning detail, what a massive dirt bag Neil Gaiman is. I was gutted and continue to be gutted, and now I have to figure out what I'm going to do with the MASSIVE AMOUNT OF BOOKS, COMICS, MOVIES, AND OTHER EPHEMERA that I've collected over the years. I know I won't be able to enjoy any of it until he's dead and buried, and so much of it was formative and meant so much to my younger self. I have two small shelves on a narrow bookcase jammed packed with my physical TBR pile. I think tomorrow I'm going to unpack it, dust the shelves, and pack as much Gaiman stuff as I can on them and move my TBR somewhere else. If I have to cover them so I don't have to look at his name on the spines, I have more than enough fabric for the job. I just don't feel good knowing that it's visible, you know?

    Putting this behind a cut because it's menstrual TMI. )

    Okay. That's enough rambling. My lunch is ready (a Greek style omelette - eggs, fries, cheese - that I first had on Crete *mumblesomething* years ago) and I'm hungry.
  • Fresh Hell

    Jun. 19th, 2024 07:32 am
    valkryor: (Beatings)
    I started feeling poorly last night. I wasn't doing anything energetic because it was too damn hot for that. (Even with a portable AC unit, it can get uncomfortably warm in here, but I digress.) I was playing Scrabble with the spouse, a perfect low energy kind of activity without a lot of movement.

    Then, out of nowhere, it got weird: I was suddenly too hot, unable to concentrate, my skin too tight, and a feeling of doom-and-gloom.

    I pulled the cold pack out of the freezer to drape over the back of my neck and it helped enough to quiet my brain to analyze what the fuck was happening.

    Hot flashes. It was fucking hot flashes, when I was already too warm.

    WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS?

    Nope.

    Do not want.

    (no subject)

    Nov. 2nd, 2023 06:36 am
    valkryor: (Default)
    The menstrual nonsense seems to be nearing the end. My body, it seems, decided that doubling (the jury is out on trebling) the length/intensity was amusing. You know, for funsies. NOT FUN AND YOU CAN FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF. Parts of me feel bruised and I am not amused.

    I have also been avoiding the news. It's a half-hearted kind of active. If it's on or in front of me, I will pay attention, but I'm not seeking it out. The world is quite literally on fire AGAIN and it's a lot. I can handle it, sure, but I also know that it's not good for me to handle it. There's no need to spiral out into the dark morass of my shitty brain chemistry if I can stake steps to mitigate some of it. The hamsters are already coked out and itching to run the wrong way on the wheel. I have no interest in giving them any assistance to do so.

    (no subject)

    Mar. 7th, 2022 08:11 am
    valkryor: (Beatings)
    Usually, when I'm menstruating, my menopausal symptoms abate and I get some relief from hot flashes and anxiety spikes. Except this time.

    It's been not great.

    I'm exhausted, because my hot flashes and anxiety spikes are worse at night, you know, WHEN I'M TRYING TO SLEEP. This detoxing-from-estrogen nonsense is BULLSHIT. If it was just the hot flashes and all the 'joy' that that brings, it wouldn't be so bad, but the anxiety is a lot. For those of you with GAD, my sympathies.

    (And no, I'm not interested in hormone therapy, because putting this off until a later date defeats the point of going through this, which has to happen at some point, so... Yeah.)

    (no subject)

    Mar. 5th, 2022 10:53 am
    valkryor: (Beatings)
    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.

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