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Pestilence Day… I don't know. Too long.


My “WTF is this Weather I'm stuck in” (for three hours in a laundromat) vine got 2.5k views. Six of us were in there, rocks and branches were flying, and a door kept banging open despite our efforts.


Still the safest place to be.


The power went out four times. I had to restart my dryer twice. I went out from exhaustion… It might have been three times. I distinctly remember being out when the power was, and back when it was once. Pills were missed. Meals were missed. Returning to the apartment—I'll advised, but the only physically possible route—resulted in a SPECTACULAR splat onto the floor, with only the package of sheets I'd bought to cushion my head. I managed to get my sleep pouch out long enough to splat into it.




Two hours into splat, I realize I am so dizzy that I can't move. Getting out is not possible. Dinner is a vending machine cupcake. And I'm in enough pain that this is enough.


I'm heavily medicated right now. Sleep is soon.

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I awoke with the vocal of the track Sunday ringing in my head—no music—dazed and confused.

For in truth, it's the beginning of nothing
And nothing has changed 
Everything has changed
For in truth, it's the beginning of an end
And nothing has changed
And everything has changed 


As this fades from my ears I realize I have no idea what is going on. My stomach has improved little and the distant memory of having tapped out early on everyone over some lousy pain. Fucking wimp, a voice I recognize as my masc-swung of centre side berates. Disembodied Bowie lyrics appear as if in light, invisible headphones again—Sunday, still out of order, first verse following second.

Nothing remains 
We could run 
when the rain slows
Look for the cars or signs of life 
Where the heat goes 
Look for the drifters
We should crawl under the bracken 
Look for the shafts of light on the road
Where the heat goes


The music is still missing. It's only his voice. I wake up completely and realize that I might get a better idea of what is going on if I call work.

It's mid dial that I realize it's Tuesday. I have the day off.

...and I'm hearing phantom Bowie.
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My head and guts are hating me.

On Saturday I sat down to rest. I woke up around 1900.

I don't remember falling asleep. Or even laying down, for that matter.

It's a good thing that I got hold of the doctor; now I just have to make it to Friday.
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Which means I am going to have to take a bit of time to adjust to it. The new stuff wrecks my appetite (seriously, I have yet to be actually hungry) and I'm sleepy as fuck.

But I don't even have a low grade headache. At all.

Like... nothing. At all. Zip.

So I'm going to enjoy that for a while.

Hmm...

Aug. 7th, 2013 07:27 am
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According to my pops I've lost a noticeable amount of weight since Margarita Mondays (family gets blazed together) started.

I'm guessing it's because I've finally found a solution to the leg and migraine pain. I didn't notice: staying off scales until I can afford one that doesn't come uncalibrated when barometric pressure changes.

I have been feeling a hell of a lot better. Even the near constant vertigo and nausea has let up—no more going 15+ hours without food then eating everything at once.

I've been conflicted—I mean, until a month ago I was a teetotaller where this herb was concerned, and now, it's like my world's been flipping right side up—you know, because of the nausea fix.

I'll figure it out later. Right now I'm going to enjoy not being in pain.

Migraine.

Aug. 3rd, 2013 08:44 pm
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Now it has this shit with it. http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scintillating_scotoma

Resting this weekend.
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It's official: I'm so fed up with the things that I'm taking drastic measures. I spent the time coming down from Monday's...LUDICROUS high researching things that do roughly the same thing as what I spent a half hour smoking that evening.

It was so strange not experiencing pain at all. And after some fairly nonstop research, I'm going to do something.

But I'm not doing a damn thing today. See, this migraine didn't respond to the Imitrex or the NSAIDS, and now I can't feel my face. I'm not nauseated at every turn, which is nice, but my mental faculties are less potent than they were Monday night.

That is a neat fucking trick.

Once I get started, I'll be logging every little detail. Ya know. For science.

blah!

Jul. 23rd, 2013 09:40 am
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It's hot.

Really hot.

And my leg's so bad that my pops greeted me with a WTF on sight.

Ergo, I'm chilling until the Whose Line watch party later today.

Ghetto daybed, take me away!
railenthe: Red Lantern Tonberry (DOINK)
My knee's out. Updates will come TOMORROW, not today as planned
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The migraine string seems to be hormonally induced. Today, my eyes finally started to uncross.

Starting tonight I might be able to get some work done.
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THREE MINUTES AGO...

• sit down
• dislocate knee
• scream once
• curse
• pop knee back in
• did I mention I was sitting down?
• limp to freezer, retrieve frozen peas

Well fuck.
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On the one hand I want to write something profound and shit

On the other hand my head and my gut have formed an infernal tag team And I need to rest for one more night.
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Where am I?

Severe weather blew over the Midwest over the last twenty four hours. The state of Oklahoma got the worst of it; a suburb of Oklahoma City called Moore has quite literally been erased from the map. There's at least 50 dead.

Here in the East Saint Louis/Saint Louis area, we just got ludicrous flash flooding--watch the cruisers drift over the road, or what might be the road, it might be a river right now.

Here in chronic leg condition land, at about 3 AM, right at the first explosive downburst of wind and thunder, I woke up to a searing pain in my leg. For a moment, I thought I'd been hit by the lightning outside. I've spent the day alternating using the Pomodoro Technique--a lifehack involving doing work in short 25-minute bursts with strictly enforced break times--to alternate between cleaning the apartment and using my TENS machine to zap a short sample of pain relief into the leg. It's the worst it's been since the first injury three years ago, a few times today having reduced me to this pathetic whimpering thing that couldn't do anything.

The weather shows no signs of letting up, and to add insult to injury, I have to repair my window boarding again. It blew in this morning.

The only thing keeping me going is imagining what the escorts in the project would do. Morikawa-guy would probably be bringing me a warm blanket, and Wakamoto-guy would just say reassuring things as he stood by in his benignly enormous way, probably in that dang giant frilly pink apron. And probably snark that I keep breaking subsection A of Rule #1. (Rule #1 is "Don't Die." Subsection A is "Don't hurt yourself.") Hell, I'd hire them right now if I had the money. And, you know, they weren't fictional.
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Any unanswered comments will wait until tomorrow, as will questions, prompts, fills and even quota.

My leg is trying to burn off again and in about ten minutes I am going to be so medicated NOTHING is getting through.
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Hey, freezer. Why must you be devoid of fish? I'm having a craving of fierce magnitude.

The foodpanic has ended, I have bookmarked a book for purchase ASAP, and I have reached a conclusion after a weeklong experiment:

I do NOT have the constitution for a low-carbohydrate diet.

I've spent most of the week feeling like I've got the worst migraine hangover—it keeps going and going. The only thing that has had a noticeable effect is complex carbohydrates (OMG BREAD). The verdict: No more low-carb.

Also, someone please suggest some kind of topical pain thing for pain, like how Tiger Balm works for migraines. I can't keep popping caffeinated aspirin all day.

Speaking of, time to pop a caffeinated aspirin.


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Erg. No.

Feb. 22nd, 2013 07:04 pm
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Minor problem. Hormones fucked up. As in "DAMMIT I HAD TWO WEEKS A WHOLE TWO WEEKS" fucked up.

Crashing early as hell. Everything is on fire and even food is bad. EVERYTHING tastes bad. Even sirloin. My favorite crisps? Either I got a bad batch OR I CAN'T TASTE.

I don't even want sweets!

Bed now. Maybe my system will unfuck itself enough that I can stomach my meal shake later.

I think my stomach's shrunk a bit. Which on the one hand is good but my BELLY is no smaller.

Ergh. *flops over*

Oh, and Estrogen?
When I catch up to you? Dragon Claw, my favorite sword, wants a word with you.


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railenthe: (Beat)

Fitly Written:

Firstly: The next 100 Things post will be up sometime Friday evening. There is no guarantee that I will work that day, but there is no guarantee that I won’t either. In either case, there will be much work done with the upper body and I will need a GENEROUS nap before I do any writing. I didn’t work today, but I decided to work out today. *listens carefully* Ah, there’s the ever-present question:

“DO YOU EVEN LIFT?”

Actually, thanks to my knee, it’s all I CAN do. I have the feeling that by the time June hits, I am going to be amusingly off-proportion.

Continued… )

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So

Took 2 nerve pills 2 migraine pills that don't so much work 2 anti-tics a seroquel a vitamin a muscle relaxer

I think there may have been other things but not so sure.

Back is killing me

There was something clever but I forgot what it was

High? Who me?


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Will be short update.

Migraine.

Started an hour ago I think. Took an Imitrex.

Escalating fast.

Am still alive.

But eyes aren't focusing.

Will return when head not inflating like balloon.

Where is drugs. What is head not boom.
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migraine rebounded on me. Fleeing light sources. (SIEG WOULD BE DISAPPOINT.) Computer staying off. If no improvement tomorrow I will HAVE TO go to the ER because one can only take the maximum of dose of Imitrex for four days. If it isn't gone this time tomorrow I need the shot.


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