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May. 16th, 2016 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSome day, ever, someone will actually get back to me with relevant information in a timely fashion and I won't be left going "Is it this? Or is it this? Am I preparing for something? Or nothing? WHAT IS GOING ON?" Oy.
I have also now been lectured at to go to the doctor about my runny nose. Which is not helping my mood. I mean, it would probably heal faster if I didn't keep picking at the dry places because it fucking itches, but it is a runny nose. I have literally no symptoms other than the runny nose and the place where I keep wiping/blowing it is a bit raw. As one might expect. No fever, no lethargy (except when I take NyQuil and then well, it's NyQuil.), no cough, no wheezing, no congestion headache even except once in three weeks. It is a runny nose. In pollen season. For this, you want me to see a doctor?
Basically I am surrounded by people being stupider than they have to be and making my life irritating and I still feel drugged from the NyQuil and I want them all to go away and leave me alone.
On the plus side, we have some eyedrops for Cassius of the Foreign Legion so the next time I see him for morning feed I think I'm going to just purrito him and bring him into the quarantine room, aka the computer room, so we can treat him. I'm honestly not sure what it is, his eye was open today (it was stuck shut yesterday) but the eyelid is a bit swollen, so... fuckifIknow. He, like me, in all other ways and behaviors seems healthy though. The eyeball seems clear, he's moving fine, he's eating with good appetite, he's purring and rubbing up against me. So maybe he's just rubbing it against things to get the gunk off and making it swole. Who the hell knows. We'll bring him in and clean him up a bit. Hell, if he gets really friendly maybe we'll take him to the vets, get him his shots, and he can go off with Roomie or something. Or we'll just get him a rabies vax and turn him back loose outside. He's a lot older than Little Bit was before we made her part of the Home Guard, so.
(Barton continues to be Barton. He will always be Barton. He will always lurk around the front stoop or under the bushes and eat as much food as he can stomach and, when he is in a good mood, permit me one nose beep before sauntering off to be a dignified fat feral.)
(In retrospect maybe I should have named him Nick Furry or something.)
Not much news over the weekend. I found and fixed a discrepancy in my accounting because I am a dumbass who can't remember how much she tossed into savings. Socks and other essentials were purchased. Civil War was seen Friday night, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, even if it was basically Iron Man 4: Tony Seriously Get Help. Get Therapy. The proportion of Tony and his Issues to Steve and Bucky re-learning their friendship was incredibly displeasing. Also Sebastian Stan's Russian is still weird. But everyone's Russian was weird, so.
Saturday was capoeira and getting my hair done did and then indulging in some ice cream and then coming home and falling over and being barely awake the rest of the evening. But I did learn what the whole hair glossing thing that people in Hollywood apparently do these days is! And holy shit my hair is bright and shiny in the red streaks now. 'tis awesome. Next trip, getting the full highlights and maybe some lowlights redone/done, since that'll be right before DragonCon and holy shit when did DragonCon get so close. And then after that ... eh, I don't know. We'll see. But holy shit I love the gloss thing.
I need a nap. There may seriously be skipping out of work early and going home for a nap. I do not even with this bullshit today but holy hell I keep falling asleep.
I have also now been lectured at to go to the doctor about my runny nose. Which is not helping my mood. I mean, it would probably heal faster if I didn't keep picking at the dry places because it fucking itches, but it is a runny nose. I have literally no symptoms other than the runny nose and the place where I keep wiping/blowing it is a bit raw. As one might expect. No fever, no lethargy (except when I take NyQuil and then well, it's NyQuil.), no cough, no wheezing, no congestion headache even except once in three weeks. It is a runny nose. In pollen season. For this, you want me to see a doctor?
Basically I am surrounded by people being stupider than they have to be and making my life irritating and I still feel drugged from the NyQuil and I want them all to go away and leave me alone.
On the plus side, we have some eyedrops for Cassius of the Foreign Legion so the next time I see him for morning feed I think I'm going to just purrito him and bring him into the quarantine room, aka the computer room, so we can treat him. I'm honestly not sure what it is, his eye was open today (it was stuck shut yesterday) but the eyelid is a bit swollen, so... fuckifIknow. He, like me, in all other ways and behaviors seems healthy though. The eyeball seems clear, he's moving fine, he's eating with good appetite, he's purring and rubbing up against me. So maybe he's just rubbing it against things to get the gunk off and making it swole. Who the hell knows. We'll bring him in and clean him up a bit. Hell, if he gets really friendly maybe we'll take him to the vets, get him his shots, and he can go off with Roomie or something. Or we'll just get him a rabies vax and turn him back loose outside. He's a lot older than Little Bit was before we made her part of the Home Guard, so.
(Barton continues to be Barton. He will always be Barton. He will always lurk around the front stoop or under the bushes and eat as much food as he can stomach and, when he is in a good mood, permit me one nose beep before sauntering off to be a dignified fat feral.)
(In retrospect maybe I should have named him Nick Furry or something.)
Not much news over the weekend. I found and fixed a discrepancy in my accounting because I am a dumbass who can't remember how much she tossed into savings. Socks and other essentials were purchased. Civil War was seen Friday night, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, even if it was basically Iron Man 4: Tony Seriously Get Help. Get Therapy. The proportion of Tony and his Issues to Steve and Bucky re-learning their friendship was incredibly displeasing. Also Sebastian Stan's Russian is still weird. But everyone's Russian was weird, so.
Saturday was capoeira and getting my hair done did and then indulging in some ice cream and then coming home and falling over and being barely awake the rest of the evening. But I did learn what the whole hair glossing thing that people in Hollywood apparently do these days is! And holy shit my hair is bright and shiny in the red streaks now. 'tis awesome. Next trip, getting the full highlights and maybe some lowlights redone/done, since that'll be right before DragonCon and holy shit when did DragonCon get so close. And then after that ... eh, I don't know. We'll see. But holy shit I love the gloss thing.
I need a nap. There may seriously be skipping out of work early and going home for a nap. I do not even with this bullshit today but holy hell I keep falling asleep.