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Jan. 5th, 2016 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell that was even more awkward and now I will have an even smaller paycheck this pay period, but at least I have savings to cover and I may be on the mend, yet again, from yet another doomcold. I'm not terribly happy about any of this but I think the most we can do, given that these are colds and viruses and I'm reasonably sure they come from the boy's work, is to change the sheets more often (twice a week about, up from once a week) and maybe take an extra tab of vit c? Echinacea? Eat marginally healthier, we eat pretty healthy already now that I am big kitchened and inclined to cook.
(Or, well, I was before I was laid low by doomcold.)
And now from being sick and holiday eating I'm up two pounds over average and it's not even that bad? Two pounds over average when I'm still down ... twelve-thirteen from my heaviest? And probably that's still a greater muscle percentage and I'm still annoyed at myself. It's fairly far down on the list of things to freak out about though. I think the part that most annoys me is because of being sick I still now feel weak and tired and I know I'm still too tired to do much more than some low-impact yoga exercises, not the capoeira drills and hardcore darebee that I want to do, and I'm also too tired to do much cooking for myself and GRRR. This is not the way I wanted to start out the new year. I wanted to be healthy and active, not sniffling and coughing and curled up under blankets with noodley appendages.
So it goes. It's not all bad. The boy has some interesting and potentially good job prospect news, my new strap came and it works fine, no falling off or anything. We've got a warm house and cuddly kitties and food on our table, which reminds me that I should take the chicken out of the deep freeze to thaw today so it can be ready to cut up by, oh, thursday. The deep freeze REALLY freezes shit good. For all that I may whinge about my budget it's really only this paycheck that's rough, and the rest of them should be okay.
Writing and edits and online lessons... eeh. I'm not horribly behind on anything yet for having a couple days where my brains were made of sand and snot, but I could use to get my ass in gear? And on the other hand, at least for today, getting my ass in gear will probably only look like staring at a screen and very slowly trudging through Sandborn in between work stuff, and listening to lectures and taking very occasional notes. The class itself isn't that bad. Blergh. It's just the idea of doing effort, it makes everything feel so exhausting. Well, on top of the sick it does. Maybe if I get everything done there will be early bed tonight. Maybe I'll sleep better than I did last night.
ETA: Oh, for extra bonus flu fun? Either my inhaler fell down got broke or ran out of inhale (which is I guess what happens when you use it way more often, thanks capoeira) so okay, I need to get a new one. Pretty sure I have refills on my prescription, so that's fine, I just need to print up new temp insurance cards from the BCBSNC website because my plan has changed. Log into the website aaaand it's down with technical issues, and I can't fucking print a temp card, so I can't (probably, I might be able to throw myself on the mercy of the pharmacy) get my refill, so I can't get my fucking inhaler, so argh. Why the fuck do we have this antiquated mickey mouse bullshit healthcare system again? it is a goddamn INHALER. This is technology and medicine we have had for literally decades. I should be able to fucking get one. But no.
(I may go throw myself on the mercy of the pharmacy anyway. They're adorable people, my family's been using them for years, they actually know me by sight in the sense of oh you're the child of that family with the store down the street. But. Blech.)
ETA2: I did get through. My policy still isn't on the fucking website in my account information. I am going to throttle someone and see how they like an acute inability to breathe.
(Or, well, I was before I was laid low by doomcold.)
And now from being sick and holiday eating I'm up two pounds over average and it's not even that bad? Two pounds over average when I'm still down ... twelve-thirteen from my heaviest? And probably that's still a greater muscle percentage and I'm still annoyed at myself. It's fairly far down on the list of things to freak out about though. I think the part that most annoys me is because of being sick I still now feel weak and tired and I know I'm still too tired to do much more than some low-impact yoga exercises, not the capoeira drills and hardcore darebee that I want to do, and I'm also too tired to do much cooking for myself and GRRR. This is not the way I wanted to start out the new year. I wanted to be healthy and active, not sniffling and coughing and curled up under blankets with noodley appendages.
So it goes. It's not all bad. The boy has some interesting and potentially good job prospect news, my new strap came and it works fine, no falling off or anything. We've got a warm house and cuddly kitties and food on our table, which reminds me that I should take the chicken out of the deep freeze to thaw today so it can be ready to cut up by, oh, thursday. The deep freeze REALLY freezes shit good. For all that I may whinge about my budget it's really only this paycheck that's rough, and the rest of them should be okay.
Writing and edits and online lessons... eeh. I'm not horribly behind on anything yet for having a couple days where my brains were made of sand and snot, but I could use to get my ass in gear? And on the other hand, at least for today, getting my ass in gear will probably only look like staring at a screen and very slowly trudging through Sandborn in between work stuff, and listening to lectures and taking very occasional notes. The class itself isn't that bad. Blergh. It's just the idea of doing effort, it makes everything feel so exhausting. Well, on top of the sick it does. Maybe if I get everything done there will be early bed tonight. Maybe I'll sleep better than I did last night.
ETA: Oh, for extra bonus flu fun? Either my inhaler fell down got broke or ran out of inhale (which is I guess what happens when you use it way more often, thanks capoeira) so okay, I need to get a new one. Pretty sure I have refills on my prescription, so that's fine, I just need to print up new temp insurance cards from the BCBSNC website because my plan has changed. Log into the website aaaand it's down with technical issues, and I can't fucking print a temp card, so I can't (probably, I might be able to throw myself on the mercy of the pharmacy) get my refill, so I can't get my fucking inhaler, so argh. Why the fuck do we have this antiquated mickey mouse bullshit healthcare system again? it is a goddamn INHALER. This is technology and medicine we have had for literally decades. I should be able to fucking get one. But no.
(I may go throw myself on the mercy of the pharmacy anyway. They're adorable people, my family's been using them for years, they actually know me by sight in the sense of oh you're the child of that family with the store down the street. But. Blech.)
ETA2: I did get through. My policy still isn't on the fucking website in my account information. I am going to throttle someone and see how they like an acute inability to breathe.