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Sunday, Plague Day 20, Extra Stressors

Things have been piling up for a while. Capt. S is in hospital and there's complications. I can say no more on my blog just in case hateful people in her life decide to do horrible things.

Wedding arrangements, Outaversary arrangements, trying to hold my tongue about interpersonal bullshit for Beloved's sake. It's all a heap of straws on this camel's back.

And it turns out that the doc I thought I had is MISSING 30K words [I have been through this before with the same dang doc, damnit] and getting the full version is either going to be archaeology or reconstruction. I am hoping for archaeology because reconstruction is going to SUCK.

We still need money for the cat's dental fix, and even the Outaversary is going to put my funds in jeopardy.

Mum STILL needs tech help but I have no idea when she's going to actually want me there to do so. Because this is actually the safest time for me to visit, and the whole fear about me being a carrier is roughly backwards. I'm at my least infectious right now and all I'm dealing with is fallout.

The good news is that I'm almost done with the pill form of my roids, so maybe LESS shaking like a little wet dog. I have to make an appointment with the quack to get the referral anyway, so I can ask about the roid puffer then.

It works to clear the pipes, yay, but I could do with less tremula to be honest.

I am streaming ASAP and dealing with the rest of the bullshit one pie at a time.

Saturday, Plague Day 19, Time Sucks

Time is pressuring me, and there's not enough money for all the nonsense that needs to happen. Kait's truth day - her coming out anniversary - is approaching and I really want to get her a present and buy her a cake for the party.

Jolie still needs her dental seen to and that's a three figure bill and I had thought we need only wait one payday, but nah. Other bills eat money.

BUT - not a lot of dosh.

I

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Friday, Plague Day 18, Fucking Stress

So today's disorganised from the get-go. So obsessed with taking my meds that I forgot to parent this morning. Rushed kid ready anyways so yay there.

I have Post Covid Cough. Fun times. The steroids I'm on should fix that. [Should is not is, far too frequently in my book] But also I have some lingering tremula. Shuddering and shaking like a little wet dog. That interferes with many things.

Mostly including strength checks, but I find my way around it. Thanks,

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Thursday, Plague Day 17, Medical Intervention

So I'm on steroids now, albeit temporarily. I might have taken an overdose because New Puffer Who Dis. I have learned all the same.

I have new pills for five days and a new puffer for a time period that I have temporarily forgotten. And I have already apologised in advance in case I grow another foot in height.

I doubt it will happen, but it's a fun joke. Because that's exactly what happened the last time I was on 'roids.

They

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Wednesday, Plague Day 16, Wordpress, Date Night

So much to do, so much to see to, so many appointments happening today. It's going to be fun.

My oxygen was at 99% before the nebuliser, this morning. Yet I still feel like my throat is trying to strangle me 9_9

I don't know what the fuck this is, but I do not want it either.

I'm currently taking a dose via Max and I can already feel it in the pinkie side of my palms. A little bit of

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Tuesday, Plague Day 15, Patreon

I'm still battling with clogged bronchii and I'll be doing some time on the OPEP to get some of my ability to breathe back. Or at least shake loose the clinker that's still in there.

I have done three self-cares this morning. Trying to get back into some kind of routine with those. Namely - Took my preventer, brushed my teeth, and did my face-care routine.

I'm re-establishing my gut biota by ingesting Aldi's Yakult-esque in the form of a fruit smoothie.

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Sunday, Plague Day 13, Game Night

Looks like not many people are playing, tonight. I will finally get a guide to Drekki's spider spawners and get a wriggle on with making the grinder because string is a commodity we all need.

Me especially, because scaffolds are essential to my building process.

I have already created the story for this week's Tale Foundry challenge. Pruned and ready for reading. Of course my Patrons get a peek at the unedited version. With maybe a link to what the finished product

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Saturday, Plague Day 12, Game Night?

There might be D&D with my fellow Brisbane Lunatics tonight. There will definitely be games with my International Lunatics tomorrow night, because my voice is back up to snuff.

I start streaming my daily tales on that Long Monday. Whee.

Here's hoping I make it through.

This, my readers and friendos, is the acid test. If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere. I might be slow about it, but I can still do the things.

Of

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Friday, Plague Day 11, Shrinkydinks

I need more sleep. I am pretty much constantly out of breath. I do still possess my sense of smell.

I have learned that I am better at doing things when I am seated. Which puts an entire kibosh on a lot of activities.

I have also had an incident with the low-blood pressure wooblies. In which standing up almost causes me to pass out.

Which, in turn, means that my Beloved is on my tail to imbibe more fluids. Bless.

It

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Thursday, Plague Day 10

I'm DONE with my antibiotics! Huzzah!

I'm still horking up chunks, but they're not green, so I'm not worried.

I'm also working on clearing out my lungs from even more blockages, but that's a slow progress kind of thing. Baby steps. Teeny weenie tiny baby steps.

...infitessimal, annoying, baby steps...

Turns out I was worrying for weeks over an absent utterance by MeMum that she both dismissed and firkin forgot about. ARGH. I got myself worked up over essentially nothing. Growl.

Next

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Wednesday, Plague Day 9 and Wordpress

I am reclaiming digestive equilibrium! Yay team!

I have almost finished my antibiotics! Yay team!

I was able to focus and write a story in an hour! Yay team!

On the other side...

I'm still firkin tired all the dang time. Booo...

I'm still having Bad Air Days. Booo...

I'm still battling with gastric reflux. Booo...

According to fellow survivors, recovery is a slow climb back towards normal, and may never actually achieve it.

Taking things one day at a time seems

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Tuesday, Plague Day 8, Patreon and Freedom

I am technically free to wander the wilds of the world. I am not over the side-effects of the plague.

Breathing is still a twitch difficult, but going about my daily stuff is seeming increasingly achievable.

I still have some gastric reflux and some uncertainty in the bowel department. I am not feeling inclined to go anywhere and do anything.

I shall see if I feel at all inclined to have an actual meal rather than a series of small snacks.

BUT

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Monday, Plague Day 7, Quirblies

I've got some internal nonsense happening related to the plague. Or it could be related to the antibiotics. I don't know. Either way, staying hydrated is a priority of sorts.

Might be looking up how to make Miso soup in the home with the stuff I have to hand. I'll need all of that. Not that I feel too tremendously terrible. Yet.

I'm trying to stay far away from civilisation whilst I still have symptoms. I shall be re-establishing a normal soon.

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Sunday, Plague Day 6, worn

I still need rest. I am not playing any games with the crew tonight. This plague has left me feeling a lot more worn out than usual. The post-lurgi sensation of limp, greasy, unwantableness continues to linger. So I shall baby myself. Wait until I'm sure that I am up to snuff, so to speak, before I take some wobbling steps back into what passes for my normal routine.

I need my voice to stream. I don't need it to write. So.

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