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Lo, there do I see my tweets.
Lo, there do I see my gifsets and my picspams.
Lo, there do I see the line of my blog, back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me.
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astro_noms: (cute owl)
I'm sitting here, sniffling and listening to One Direction's Midnight Memories, and trying to figure out if I'm enjoying the album because it's actually good, or because I'm sick and I'm not in my right mind. I'm leaning towards the former, though, since there's at least one song ("Story of My Life") that I really like, so maybe I just needed to actually sit and listen to the whole thing through to appreciate it.

Spoke to my mom today, and she mentioned that she spoke to my grandparents, and that when she mentioned that I was sick (I indulged myself and whined like a little baby about being sick yesterday), they said they weren't expecting me until next week when I go home for Easter. I was actually planning on going home tomorrow, since I haven't been back for a few weeks, and there are some things I need to grab from my room, but now I'm thinking that I'm going to leave the decision until tomorrow. I've got a couple of trains that I can take so I don't have to get up super early or anything. I've been coughing quite a lot (so much that my ribs hurt) and it would probably be best if I just stayed home and tried to get better, but OTOH I'm going to feel awful about not going. It might be worth it just to avoid the self-guilt trip I'd inevitably end up laying on myself. On the other other hand, according to my doctor's instructions, if I don't get better by Saturday, I'm supposed to get the Z-pak prescription filled out and take that for three days and I'm not looking forward to how it's going to lay me out. Normally the antibiotics you take for 7-10 days don't affect me that much, but the higher dose in a Z-pack knocks me for a loop.

Ugh. I have so much to do this weekend, and if I go to my grandparents' I'm going to end up either half-assing it all while I'm there, or doing it all on Sunday night and half-assing it then. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. Bleah. Maybe I'll call my grandparents and try to sound as pathetic as I can and cough a lot, try to make them say I should stay home and get better...
astro_noms: (the dire ravenstag)
A couple of weeks ago, I was sick. In all the plague-induced brain fuzziness, I didn't even ask what was wrong with me, just took the prescriptions and crawled home. I took the week off, took my drugs, and then I felt better. But the crazy dry hackig cough that accompanied the sickness didn't really go away. I coughed and coughed and coughed, and made "good thing it's only TB" jokes. Then I went home and promptly terrified my grandparents with my coughing. They made me promise to go see a doctor, and that's what I did today.

Diagnosis: chronic inflammation of the maxillary sinuses, which leads to an irritation of the trachea and the horrible wracking cough I've had for a while now. Treatment: 3-day antibiotic course with the possibility of a second one in a few days, plus nose drops and a rinse. And a referral to an ENT because this needs a specialist's attention. Now to find one who can actually see me before the new year. Push comesto shove, I'll call my aunt in Lubań and get her to call her ENT doctor friend and see if she can get me in to see him that way. Whatever it takes, I need to do it, because this cough is kinda making my life hell.
astro_noms: (omg what is this)
I'm sick. I don't actually know what it is, because I was so out of it when I went to see the doctor that I forgot to ask (although why doctors don't tell you these things unprompted is beyond me). I'm guessing it's some kind of respiratory infection, just going by the horrible rattling cough I've had for the last few days (and going by personal experience from other times I've had coughs like this). I'm taking antibiotics, I've got nighttime pills with codeine to suppress the cough so I can sleep, and I've got stuff to take in the morning to actually help me cough. I've also got a doctor's note that excuses me from classes until Friday, and while I was initially planning on going to class tomorrow, I'm honestly not sure if I'm going to manage. It's the worst kind of feeling, when you're ostensibly fine, but something as simple as getting up off the couch and going to the kitchen to make tea leaves you soaked in sweat and dizzy. Or when you feel mostly OK, and you avoid moving a lot to avoid that dizzy feeling, but when you actually try to do anything beyond sleeping, your brain is so fuzzy you can barely string two words together.

Mainly, I'm just feeling sorry for myself, because while I'm pretty lazy by nature and don't mind doing nothing, actually being unable to do things I want to do and being forced to do nothing is horrible. I've got a mountain of work, both school and otherwise, that I should be doing, but I'm having trouble keeping a train of thought going in a blog post, so reading academic texts or attempting translation has not been a very successful endeavor most of the time.

Why can't we just have spare bodies to switch into for times like this? All I want is the ability to think clearly and maybe go fifteen minutes without having to cough or sneeze or blow my nose. :(

Mirrored from Tangents and Digressions.

astro_noms: (by the light of the blood moon)
(Yes, I know the full moon isn't until tomorrow, but I've got an almost-full moon shining through my window right now, and I couldn't resist the subject line. And for once, the keywords for this icon, "by the light of the blood moon," are appropriate, since the October full moon is apparently the Blood Moon.)

I am at my grandparents' this weekend, because Grandpa is going to visit his sister (Gran has refused to go, so much so that the mere mention of the possibility of her going is met with I'M NOT GOING AND THAT'S FINAL STOP BOTHERING ME), so I needed to come down and spend a couple of days with her. I'm hoping to get some work done tomorrow afternoon, hopefully, because the last few days have been a disaster where that's concerned. I've been feeling under the weather and fighting off a cold or some sort of plague, and so I've been ending up lying down "for a short nap" and sleeping through the afternoons. Hopefully the tactic of letting my body rest as much as it wants and keeping it warm and full of vitamin C and cold/flu meds will help. My cousin/roommate is sick, taking antibiotics, and barely functioning, and I really don't want to get sick, too.

I have a meeting with my thesis advisor on Monday, for a preliminary discussion of my thesis, and AHHHHHHHH, I have no idea what I'm going to say. Generally, I know what I'd like to write about, but I need to sit down and like, plan out what I'm going to say so I can be coherent and not ramble on like I usually do. I think he'll approve of the general topic, and I hope he'll be able to steer me through the "omg what do I do?!" minefield. The biggest possible problem I can see is that he's an anthropological linguistics specialist, and I'm not really on friendly terms with linguistics—or, well, I like reading about it, and talking about it, but actually learning the stuff and then having to demonstrate my knowledge in a test? GET IT AWAY FROM ME KILL IT WITH FIRE. But the approach I want to take to my thesis is closer to anthropological linguistics than it is to literary theory, which is what I've focused on up until now, so hopefully we can make it work.

Annnd I just realized why the entries crossposted from my other blog all turned up with the same icon—my DW account expired, so not all the icons are there. Boo. That's going to have to wait until next month, at least, since I'm kinda skint broke right now. Bleh.

Tomorrow morning, I'm going grocery shopping with Grandpa before he leaves, and I've decided I'm going to pick up ingredients for this yogurt chocolate cake with chocolate ganache. I may go crazy and bake the orange yogurt cake with Grand Marnier and dried cranberries (also linked from the first recipe) and take it with me when I go back to Wrocław on Sunday.
astro_noms: (improving morale)

I'm pretty sure that whoever it was that came up with the idea of scented tissues will burn in the deepest fiery pits of hell for eternity. Or at least that they should. Because seriously, those things are the devil. And really, what's the point? If I'm using them to blow my nose because I'm sick, I'm not going to smell them anyway. And if I'm using them to blow my nose because I'm having an allergic reaction, the last thing I'll want to shove in my face is a tissue with a gross chemical smell.


I can understand lotion and aloe and whatever tissues. In fact, I absolutely love them; they've saved my nose from being dry and cracked on the outside and irritated and soggy on the inside many times. But why do we need the smell? (This also applies to other things, including feminine hygiene products and seriously, why would you do that?)


I never used to have allergies, but it seems like my body's decided that this allergy season is the absolutely perfect time to start experimenting with weird reactions to various things flying around in the air. I don't get the stereotypical allergic reaction, with the sneezing and runny nose, but I get upgraded to Sinuses Status: ANGRY BEES on a regular basis, and get to enjoy the accompanying headache and drowsiness, along with feeling like I want to shove a fine-tipped crochet hook up there and yank everything out.


And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go blow my nose on my scented tissues because clearly I should learn to look more closely at the multi-packs when I grab them in the throes of the plague and/or allergies. :(


Mirrored from Tangents and Digressions.

bleah

Apr. 19th, 2013 09:55 am
astro_noms: (vote plague)
So yesterday, it was really hot during the day, and then in the evening, there was some nice rain. And then there was a not-so-nice sewage smell wafting in from the outside, so in order to sleep and not throw up, I closed the window. Which of course led to things being super stuffy and gross in my room. And then this morning I woke up with my throat feeling the way it only does after I've spent an evening yelling at a concert or a really loud bar. And I'm pretty sure every single muscle in my body is hurting right now.

I had planned to go to class this morning, and then to hand in the rest of the Erasmus paperwork at the international office, but seeing as I slept through six alarms and can still barely move, I'm probably going to opt for making myself a cup of LemSip-equivalent and burrowing under the blankets for a little while more. Theoretically, I have a tai chi class that I should really go to tonight at 6:30pm, but if I'm not feeling better by mid-afternoon, I think I'm just going to pack and go home to my grandparents' a day early.
astro_noms: (i'm not antisocial i just don't like you)
My sleep cycle is already fucked up as it is, and then I had to go and turn "I'm going to lie down for a bit, I don't feel too well" into a three hour nap. *facepalm* Which mean there I was, still awake at 1am. *sigh* Actually going to bed and lying down did help, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there's something else I should be doing instead.

I'm feeling super crappy today, which means I'm probably going to give up on the trip to Cardiff with Marta and her friend, because when my throat gets like this, it's a sign that winter plague is coming. So I think I'm going to stay home, and putter around here, maybe get my brain in gear and do some writing. Plus there's laundry to be done and packing to be started, so I might as well make myself useful. There are renovation dudes coming to finish up with the bathroom and put in a new toilet, so I don't know how conducive that'll be to anything than random poking at words and possibly catching up a bit more on tv.

Happy first day of spring!

Pontypridd, March 2, 2013
astro_noms: (vote plague)
I missed Sunday Six last week because of reasons. I haven't actually written much lately, also because of reasons. Still, have a few more than six sentences:
"Hi," he says, reaching up to wipe the blood from his mouth, and only making things worse since his hands are covered with blood, too. He makes a face and walks to the sink to wash his hands, scrubbing at his fingernails.

Alex can only stare at him, and at the blood-soaked sheet covering on the floor behind him.

"What... what did you do?"

"There are some injuries conventional medicine just can't fix," he says, drying his hands. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, you understand."

"You're not a man," Alex blurts out, and he raises an eyebrow at her.

"Caught on to that, did you?" He crosses the room toward her and she backs away until her back hits the wall. He comes in close, until they're standing flush against each other, and leans in to sniff at her neck. "Izzy's taught you some tricks, I see," he says, his breath brushing Alex's cheek. "What else has he taught you?"

Alex puts a hand on his chest, and pushes him away rom her, moving away from the wall and out into the open. "How do you know about Izzy? What the hell are you?"

"Well, you're on the right track with Hell," he gives her a predatory smile again, and there's a groaning noise from behind him. He glances over his shoulder and frowns. "Excuse me a moment, will you?" He presses a finger to her lips. "You should probably be very quiet right now."
And then there are Dead Space-style monsters and FEELINGS.

Ugh, &them; *waves Alex/B 4EVA flag*

In other news, I am sick! Not completely, but there's sniffles and sneezing and stuffed up sinuses and ugh, someone come over and put me out of my misery. Tomorrow, I am going to Strzegom to visit Grandma S and family, and then Tuesday, I will be in Wrocław, and then back home. I'd stay longer in WRO, but Gran was all "you're going to be gone how long?!" because she doesn't understand how I can come home for Christmas and still have hoomework to take care of and, apparently, want to see family other than Gran and Grandpa. *sigh*

After Christmas is over, it should be easier to get out of here even for a couple of days, so hopefully I'll get to see other people. Until then, it's CLEANING! (even though the house gets thoroughly cleaned every week) and PANIC! because there's so much food to be made, etc., and no amount of me trying to be reasonable and point out that there are three of us, so maybe a metric fuckton of food isn't really necessary is going to get through. Also, I volunteered to make a Black Forest chocolate cake, so that should be fun. Of course, I fully expect Gran to decide to make her usual walnut cake anyway, but I'm making that fucking cake if it kills me, so there. :P
astro_noms: (vote plague)
It's just after 3pm, and it's getting dark outside. Mostly because it's getting cloudy (quelle surprise), but still, it's gone from bright and sunshiny to dank and depressing within the space of an hour. BUT. WE HAVE HEAT AGAIN. The heating dudes put in new copper pipes and a new boiler over on the landlord's side of the house, and now we all have proper heat controls in our rooms, so we can regulate how warm things are. YAY. We were without heat yesterday and last night, which I'm thinking did not do my cold/flu/plague any favors, because I'm still feeling like crap. I though the exhaustion that made me go to sleep at like 8pm last Saturday was stress, but it must have been an early sign of the oncoming plague, because I've been sick pretty much since Sunday. I haven't been to the doctor, because I don't have a fever and it's been mostly coughing and a runny nose, and I don't want to get put on antibiotics again. So I've been trying to kill this with LemSip and Sudafed and painkillers. Granted, that course of treatment hasn't been entirely effective, but enh.

I'm supposed to go to London on Saturday for an ash-scattering ceremony for a friend of my mom's, but if I'm still feeling this crappy tomorrow afternoon/evening, I might just not go. Sightseeing when one is sick is no fun, and a trip like that probably wouldn't do my system any favors.

Today, Marta and I went to an Evidence of Identity interview to get our national insurance numbers, in case we want to try and find part-time jobs to pick up some extra cash. The interview went smoothly, we should hear about the decision in about 10 days. The landscapes - gently rolling grass-covered hills, sheep grazing here and there, and tiny adorable towns along the route - as seen from the train did nothing to change our impression that we live in Middle Earth. One of these days I'll actually get around to doing that picspam I've been planning for the last month, and then you'll all see. IT'S SO PRETTY EVEN WHEN IT RAINS (which is pretty much ALL THE TIME).

No doubt you've heard about the latest round of LJ fuckwittery, what with implementing one style of Tumblr/Facebook-like friends feed for everyone (it's in beta right now, but it's going to apply to everyone eventually), and the plans of doing away with paid accounts (features will be available in packages, paid and permanent accounts will remain and be considered "premium" with extra features available - at least that's what I got out of the information posted). More and more people are switching to DW - or at least crossposting from DW, which is what I've been doing. If you have a DW account or are considering switching, come and see me! I'm [personal profile] astro_noms over there. Also [twitter.com profile] astro_noms at Twitter, and [tumblr.com profile] astro-noms at Tumblr.

Also, if anyone needs an AO3 invite, I have a few spare ones, so drop me a line and I'll hook you up.

If you're on DW, the lovely [personal profile] moonwolf is hosting a DW friending meme! Go! Spread the link! Make new friends!

And now, I think I shall go and have a nap, because I am le tired.
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