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Jun. 3rd, 2019 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAnnual physical with pap smear yesterday morning at 9 in the fucking morning, which is exactly when you want someone poking around in your sensitive bits. Ow. The good news is if everything comes back clear (which it fucking should, I hope, unless I caught something years ago in my wild times) I can wait another five damn years to have another one. Folks who get pap smears take note, this is apparently the current protocol according to my doctor. On the minus side getting up at ugh o'clock to get poked, prodded, blood drawn, got my TDap boosted, gonna get my titres tested to see if I have all my immunizations up to date because Mom couldn't find all my records (I think she was looking in the wrong school but whatever), and if not I get to stop by the local health department offices for a run-by boosting.
Things my doctor did not do: ask me about my weight (at all! which was very nice), dismiss my fears of current legislation (said repeatedly he can't believe we even have to have this discussion it's ridiculous), dismiss my fears of outbreaks (we had a mildly in-depth discussion of what vaccines I would have gotten, we'll test your titres if you're worried, he seemed pleased I'd had my Mom dig up my immunization records). Things he did do: ask me what I'd been doing for fun lately. He likes to chat with his patients. Yes, I'm gloating a little bit. Also: there are good doctors out there. Somewhere. They do exist.
But with all that though I went to bed early the night before last, woke up earlier yesterday morning than I'd intended, went to bed early again last night, and I still feel fucking exhausted. Though not as prone to falling asleep at my desk as yesterday.
I finally got my shit together and started working on short stories for the month. I've got an idea of all the shit I want to finish and can work on that for the next couple of weeks. I don't know, I feel like I've lost track of all my writing crap somewhere along the line and now I'm infinitely behind and will never catch up even if I can make it my day job. And I know the thing to do here is just to pick a project, finish it, put it on the stack, and keep going, but aaaaaugh. So many projects, so many things to do, so much I keep talking about doing for years and haven't done, and augh. It's frustrating and tremendously guilt inducing, which doesn't help anything getting done, which doesn't help the frustrating.
Feh. Maybe I'll put the AC on tonight and get some actual sleep, that might help things. THat usually help things. Getting jabbed in the arm yesterday did not help things, I'm even more sore in the vaccinated arm today than I was yesterday. But at least I won't get whooping cough.
Things my doctor did not do: ask me about my weight (at all! which was very nice), dismiss my fears of current legislation (said repeatedly he can't believe we even have to have this discussion it's ridiculous), dismiss my fears of outbreaks (we had a mildly in-depth discussion of what vaccines I would have gotten, we'll test your titres if you're worried, he seemed pleased I'd had my Mom dig up my immunization records). Things he did do: ask me what I'd been doing for fun lately. He likes to chat with his patients. Yes, I'm gloating a little bit. Also: there are good doctors out there. Somewhere. They do exist.
But with all that though I went to bed early the night before last, woke up earlier yesterday morning than I'd intended, went to bed early again last night, and I still feel fucking exhausted. Though not as prone to falling asleep at my desk as yesterday.
I finally got my shit together and started working on short stories for the month. I've got an idea of all the shit I want to finish and can work on that for the next couple of weeks. I don't know, I feel like I've lost track of all my writing crap somewhere along the line and now I'm infinitely behind and will never catch up even if I can make it my day job. And I know the thing to do here is just to pick a project, finish it, put it on the stack, and keep going, but aaaaaugh. So many projects, so many things to do, so much I keep talking about doing for years and haven't done, and augh. It's frustrating and tremendously guilt inducing, which doesn't help anything getting done, which doesn't help the frustrating.
Feh. Maybe I'll put the AC on tonight and get some actual sleep, that might help things. THat usually help things. Getting jabbed in the arm yesterday did not help things, I'm even more sore in the vaccinated arm today than I was yesterday. But at least I won't get whooping cough.