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Feb. 12th, 2018 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo, first I was doing all right. Got up, did morning chores, felt pretty better. Started to head off to work, forgot my keys, remembered my keys, forgot my fucking lunch. Whatever, I'll get one when I get to work. Get to work, start doing shipping stuff, get a really bad flashing starburst shaped thing on the right side of my vision. Freak right the fuck out. Aunt says not to worry, it's probably an ocular migraine, it's aggravating but neither permanent nor a worry, it'll go away in half an hour to an hour. And it does! But I have a slowly increasing headache now and for a few minutes there my depth perception was so wonky I could barely type. I was freaking out that I might be having a stroke but my pupils were equal and equally reactive, my face wasn't drooping, I wasn't having any unusual or significant weakness (being short on oxygen already I was tired, but not having muscle weakness), and I could recite Ozymandius by memory as well as I normally could. I always forget the second to last line for whatever reason.
But basically everything this morning has been balls. And I want a refund for the three hours between nine and noon.
Not that the rest of the day's been much better, there's a headache and there continue to be coughing fits, but I can breathe and I know what's going on in my body instead of something terrifying that vaguely resembles deadly things.
Mikey continues to behave as normal, which is to say he sleeps on the boy a lot and me when the boy isn't home as a smaller alternative with less flat surface, and bother us for food at every chance he gets. We're keeping him on the prednisolone, we're trying a day or two without the anti-nausea to see if the prilosec is fixing that by healing up his poor abraded gut.
Last week... I don't even know last week. I got to Friday and had to come to grips with the idea that Mikey's oncology/surgical follow up was that previous Tuesday. There was a major surgery in my friends' of friends', and I spent the entire week keeping the house afloat and tidy and keeping the boy fed and medicated because he was sick, and then of course over the weekend I was. So everything fell over towards the end of the last week and over the weekend and I got no writing done, despite picking up that project. Whee fun. I'm not that behind despite all that, and it shouldn't be hard to catch up and get settled again, but I hate and resent being sick. To the point where I overworked myself severely on Sunday doing a bunch of house cleaning because the state of the house aggravated me. Yay. Smart.
I made it in to work, where there was a pile of very small orders so those can get slowly accumulated over the course of the day and go out tomorrow, which is nice. There wasn't much heavy lifting to do. Writing is a different story, but I'm hoping to make that happen through sheer force of will. I already got, I think, the day's quota of words even if they're not very good words but they're drafted in The Fae After Tomorrow, so that's a plus. Piece by piece.
But basically everything this morning has been balls. And I want a refund for the three hours between nine and noon.
Not that the rest of the day's been much better, there's a headache and there continue to be coughing fits, but I can breathe and I know what's going on in my body instead of something terrifying that vaguely resembles deadly things.
Mikey continues to behave as normal, which is to say he sleeps on the boy a lot and me when the boy isn't home as a smaller alternative with less flat surface, and bother us for food at every chance he gets. We're keeping him on the prednisolone, we're trying a day or two without the anti-nausea to see if the prilosec is fixing that by healing up his poor abraded gut.
Last week... I don't even know last week. I got to Friday and had to come to grips with the idea that Mikey's oncology/surgical follow up was that previous Tuesday. There was a major surgery in my friends' of friends', and I spent the entire week keeping the house afloat and tidy and keeping the boy fed and medicated because he was sick, and then of course over the weekend I was. So everything fell over towards the end of the last week and over the weekend and I got no writing done, despite picking up that project. Whee fun. I'm not that behind despite all that, and it shouldn't be hard to catch up and get settled again, but I hate and resent being sick. To the point where I overworked myself severely on Sunday doing a bunch of house cleaning because the state of the house aggravated me. Yay. Smart.
I made it in to work, where there was a pile of very small orders so those can get slowly accumulated over the course of the day and go out tomorrow, which is nice. There wasn't much heavy lifting to do. Writing is a different story, but I'm hoping to make that happen through sheer force of will. I already got, I think, the day's quota of words even if they're not very good words but they're drafted in The Fae After Tomorrow, so that's a plus. Piece by piece.
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Date: 2018-02-13 02:11 am (UTC)It sounds like you are hanging in there really well, all things considered.
I'm glad that in this difficult and fraught time Mikey is inclined to seek comfort with the people who likely need his presence.
Sorry you are / have been sick.