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Jan. 4th, 2010 11:47 pmSome days are just ... If I find the right word then another one will follow and another and another and they will be in increasing order of colourful vulgarity.
The only big thing that went wrong was that I've been too ill to do urgent work. I said this yesterday, took great care of myself and then today was worse.
Almost anything touching my legs causes a reaction and sometimes just the air being too dry or too moist will set things off. I have a nice fever and an even nicer sinus headache. And that's the good bit. These things are not uncommon in my life.
When I was a kid, a doctor explained that I was allergic to my own skin. I thought it was very unfair. Why couldn't I be allergic to something big. Oh, wait, I have that too. Twenty years later, another doctor said "You have interesting genes." This was an allergy specialist - of course my genes were interesting. Not comfortable to have, though. (I know I live with my body's peculiarities every day, but days like today it all bugs me. I am living proof that there are some types of pain that you never quite get used to. Especially on certain days.) I offered to trade it all for a broken leg. Broken legs aren't lifelong and besides, people can sign plaster and you can turn the whole health problem into a party.
That's probably wishful thinking. I broke my little finger once and got way more sympathy than I've ever had for the other problems, so I associate broken limbs with support and friendship.
This explains why, when my neighbour knocked and wanted to show me the dog he's housesitting I looked down at my considerable lack of clothes and made my excuses. it's the the skin thing, you see. Besides, my underwear is drying everywhere. Neither is a good look.
The last dinnerplate I can put in the microwave is broken. All the rest are decorated with metal borders.
My computer desk is not behaving. I am using my writing slope from the armchair to type, which means turning my head/body round every time I want to see anything, which isn't at all comfortable, because not only do I have the whacking headache, but I've done something (bruise or microfracture - either way, it will heal when it's ready) where I ought to have stable and very sound ribs).
My speaker sulked when I turned it down and now it doesn't work at all.
I can't find anything, even the things i know I have. Even the things I need. And I made myself a cup of tea just now by putting the teabag in the rubbish and the packet in the mug.
I forget people and promises and events. It was if my brain isn't there.
And that's just the beginning. You honestly don't need the whole day: I didn't.
The day was not unredeemed. I made bhel puri, for instance and had a long chat with my mother. Also, one day there will be menopause. Since I seem to be able to make objects break from up to 6 metres away right now, for three days every single month, I am hanging in there. Until then, when I get days iike this, all I can do is clean up the mess, take painkillers and wait. Also, I can watch anime.
The only big thing that went wrong was that I've been too ill to do urgent work. I said this yesterday, took great care of myself and then today was worse.
Almost anything touching my legs causes a reaction and sometimes just the air being too dry or too moist will set things off. I have a nice fever and an even nicer sinus headache. And that's the good bit. These things are not uncommon in my life.
When I was a kid, a doctor explained that I was allergic to my own skin. I thought it was very unfair. Why couldn't I be allergic to something big. Oh, wait, I have that too. Twenty years later, another doctor said "You have interesting genes." This was an allergy specialist - of course my genes were interesting. Not comfortable to have, though. (I know I live with my body's peculiarities every day, but days like today it all bugs me. I am living proof that there are some types of pain that you never quite get used to. Especially on certain days.) I offered to trade it all for a broken leg. Broken legs aren't lifelong and besides, people can sign plaster and you can turn the whole health problem into a party.
That's probably wishful thinking. I broke my little finger once and got way more sympathy than I've ever had for the other problems, so I associate broken limbs with support and friendship.
This explains why, when my neighbour knocked and wanted to show me the dog he's housesitting I looked down at my considerable lack of clothes and made my excuses. it's the the skin thing, you see. Besides, my underwear is drying everywhere. Neither is a good look.
The last dinnerplate I can put in the microwave is broken. All the rest are decorated with metal borders.
My computer desk is not behaving. I am using my writing slope from the armchair to type, which means turning my head/body round every time I want to see anything, which isn't at all comfortable, because not only do I have the whacking headache, but I've done something (bruise or microfracture - either way, it will heal when it's ready) where I ought to have stable and very sound ribs).
My speaker sulked when I turned it down and now it doesn't work at all.
I can't find anything, even the things i know I have. Even the things I need. And I made myself a cup of tea just now by putting the teabag in the rubbish and the packet in the mug.
I forget people and promises and events. It was if my brain isn't there.
And that's just the beginning. You honestly don't need the whole day: I didn't.
The day was not unredeemed. I made bhel puri, for instance and had a long chat with my mother. Also, one day there will be menopause. Since I seem to be able to make objects break from up to 6 metres away right now, for three days every single month, I am hanging in there. Until then, when I get days iike this, all I can do is clean up the mess, take painkillers and wait. Also, I can watch anime.