seventhe: (Rosa: pray)
So today I got injections into the trigger points in my muscles. It sucked. I blacked out, nearly vomited, almost cried, and was shaky for probably ~two hours afterwards. Conclusion: Highly Uncool.

medical details -- cut for the queasy or uninterested )

They hurt, but not like a ton - but enough that it sucked. They were also just the worst possible combination of pain, incredibly weird, and horrendously gross.

Of course I'll put up with them if they help - procedures get better once you know what to expect; also they can give me a Xanax - but uh, it pretty much sucked.

Since trigger points are very individual and can be highly affected by variations in body chemistry - and since we all know how shite my body chemistry is - there's no good way to predict when I'll know whether or not it worked. Within a week I should have a better idea.

I spent the day lying on the couch or in bed or otherwise moving as little as I could because my body just felt weird, wrong, and I didn't want to think about it. Today sucked. :/
seventhe: (FFEX: Doink!)
I'm always surprised at how many hours there actually are in a day.

I really shouldn't be, because I've experienced this phenomenon once before, when I was still working my full-time long-day 40-hr-week job and also attending a 20-30-hr-week graduate lab class: if you literally spend every spare minute you have doing something, it's a lot of work. (And I mean it. Sometimes I see people posting, "I'm soooo busy~!" but if I've seen you posting 10K in fic in the last week, or reblogging tons of stuff on Tumblr, or otherwise hobbying-- maybe you're busy, but that isn't actually spending every legitimate moment you have on work-like things. I realize this makes me a judgmental ass and I'm sorry.)

But really, I'm still continually surprised at how much you can actually work in one day. Because I have basically spent every free hour I have had in the last 7 days helping to basically remodel a basement which is my responsibility to fix. I don't even have time to tell you everything handyman that I've done. But I'm just still for whatever reason surprised at how BUSY you can actually get. When you come home from work at 6:15 and change and eat and then drive up to the house at 7:00 and work until 11:00 and then come home and make a lunch and do the dishes and go to bed at 12 and get up at 6:30 and go to work at 7:30 and then do it all over again, for an entire week? I mean it, there is busy and then there is, "life sat on me." They aren't even really in the same order of magnitude.

Had I known the level of fucked this problem was, I wouldn't have started it now. But you don't know what's under the carpet until you pull up the carpet.

I thought I was busy before. Turns out, there were plenty of hours in my day that could be filled up with things that make me miserable.

I am stressed as fuck, I have gotten absolutely nothing done this week, my exchange ends this weekend, I am leaving tomorrow afternoon and I have not yet finished packing. This week has been just awful.

Some day I will turn this experience into a "Handyman How-To" post because I've actually learned a lot of fun shit. Today is not that day.

- - -

I just printed out all my itineraries and reservations and flight info and blah blah and it's basically a short novel, I've killed a tree doing it, it weighs more than my laptop, etc etc.

This trip-- I am not even looking forward to it. i'll be honest. Work is so awful right now, and there are a bunch of due dates WHILE I AM GONE, so I have to work ON my trip, and just. ugh ugh ugh first world problems etc but.

I carry my stress in my shoulders and neck, and I nearly can't drive a car right now. I am pretty sure my back is about to leave me for another woman.

Whirlwind tour of the US is as follows:
- to Boise this weekend for my cousin's wedding
- fly to Vegas Mon with family, night in Vegas
- drive to Grand Canyon Tues, two nights in GC
-- work due Wednesday, have to work Mon and Tues to submit Wed
- return to Vegas on Thurs, night in Vegas
- Fri, fly directly to Houston, spend weekend weeping in a pillow fort
- Sun, pick up Japanese BFF at airport and head off to the plant
- Mon, tour of plant with guest
- Tues-Wed, work at the plant
-- work due Tues, will have to work the previous week to compile it
- Thurs, return home

- THE FOLLOWING MONDAY, submit a report of the work I did on the plant trip to the Overlords because
- THAT WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY, our biannual meeting with the Overlords begins

- probably every day forever: cry into beer, from stress and frustration

- date of freedom: 20 June
- 21 June: lose self in Diablo III for three consecutive days

I am trying for serenity now and I'm not sure I'll make it. OH GOOD. When can I give up on everything and be a crazy cat lady hermit hobo who never goes anywhere?

ON THE PLUS SIDE, I now have an app on my phone that can send a postcard photo from anywhere for $0.99, so if you want a really dumb postcard from Vegas or the Grand Canyon, email me your address.

ADDITIONALLY ON THE PLUS SIDE, I've written 4 Korra drabbles in the past few days. On my phone. While in meetings or otherwise working. Seeing as I haven't written a thing since December, this is cool.

I HAD ANOTHER PLUS but I have forgotten it so.
seventhe: (Squall: dammit)
OH FUCKING HELL I FORGOT THE WORST PART ABOUT SHUTDOWN WEEK. THE PART WHERE BECAUSE THERE IS NO STEAM IN OUR FUCKING BUILDING WE DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING HEAT. AND WITHOUT ANY FUCKING HEAT THE AIR CIRCULATION SYSTEM JUST BELCHES COLD FUCKING AIR BECAUSE NO ONE CAN TURN IT OFF OR DOWN BECAUSE I AM SURROUNDED BY FUCKING ROBOTARD COCKFACES. AND MY OFFICE IS IN A LAB, AND GOD FUCKING FORBID WE CARE ABOUT THE LABS BECAUSE ONLY HOBOS SIT IN THERE.

MY OFFICE IS 57 DEGREES, GUYS. 57 FUCKING DEGREES.

AND IT'S GETTING COLDER!

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT. SERIOUSLY. NO, SERIOUSLY. I WILL NOT DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT TODAY. I AM GOING THE FUCK HOME.
seventhe: (Anima: creepy)
Dear Columbus,

Hi! YOU ARE IN OHIO. PLEASE BUY A SNOWPLOW. When I cannot change lanes on a major highway due to the mountains of snow still on the road, and I've seen over 12 cars in ditches who did try to change lanes in the last 20 minutes, and this is not an exaggeration - something is wrong. I have never driven 40 on a highway before. Ever.

YOU FAIL AT WINTER.

No love,
Sev.

CC: Pickerington

---

Dear IT company at work,

I do not like coming in to work, finding the power supply on my computer dead, and having to call you, mainly because you are made of idiots with a topping of stupid sauce. One hour later you called me back to inform me you'd opened a "ticket". I am glad I made the executive decision to just ring up the old computer guy because he made some calls and found a spare desktop I could snag a power supply from. Four hours later you notified me that you were "assigning the ticket" to the old computer guy - who had already solved my problem. Glad we got you involved, crappy IT company!

YOU FAIL AT LIFE.

No love,
Sev

---

Dear Rydia,

I am sorry I had to put you in the box this morning and take you to the scary people. I am taking your claws out because you made that hole in Mummy's couch, and I do not want you to be pointy anymore. You should not have done that. I promise I will feed you when you get home since I couldn't give you food last night. Please forgive your Mummy.

Love,
Sev
seventhe: (bullshit.)
Um ... what?

No, really. Really. I mean ...WHAT?!

Did you say ... did you actually say ... you aren't allowed to publish or tell the public how old the rock in the Grand Canyon is?

And you have to sell a creationist book which states the Grand Canyon was created by Noah's Flood? Now, c'mon. That just reads like a bad fanfic.

I hate people.
seventhe: (Barret: oshit)
So yesterday, about 4:00-ish, I get a call from my mother. It goes something like this:

Mum: Hi, your dad and I are just calling to make sure you know we're okay.

Me: Huh? *sense of panic growing* HUH?!

Mum: Oh, well, Buffalo got 22 inches of snow yesterday and -

Me: WHAT?!

Mum: Yeah, overnight. *casual-like* So we've got no power and they don't think we'll have any for three days. Your dad and I are in the car and we're just going to drive south until we find somewhere that will feed us a damn pizza.

Me: *still jaw-dropped*

Mum: Yeah, there are like half a million people without power. State of emergency. And all the phone lines are down, so we've only got the cell phones, and we have to charge them in the car - so you have to be careful when you call us, and -

Me: Don't be stupid. Drive to Akron. I've got power and heat.

Mum: *cheerful* If we still have no power by tomorrow, we might have to! Although I don't know who would bail the sump pump if we left! Your dad says we've already bailed approximately two tons of water out of the basement. Anyway, talk to you later!

Me: *dies*

---

So today, about noon-ish, I give them a call back to see how things are going, and whether or not I need to vacuum and clean up if I'm having guests.

Me: Hey, mum. How are things.

Mum: Not too good, sweetie. We just got in an accident, like fifteen minutes ago. Ingaborg [her red CR-V] is dead.

Me: *jaw-drop*

Mum: We were driving down 20-A, looking for some food, and a truck hit a bad spot and ended up completely sideways, sliding down the road. I thought he would miss me. He didn't.

Me: *still cannot form a coherent sentence*

Mum: You should see my poor car. I think I apologized to her five times. Your dad keeps thinking I'm talking to him.

Me: *almost in tears* Mum, please. Just come to Akron until everything gets better up there.

Mum: We've got to go home and sit in the 50'F house on our cellphones and talk to insurance so that I can get a rental car - wait, the cells don't work very well in the house, so we'll probably have to pull your dad's car into the driveway and sit there with them plugged in. *pause* At least there'll be heat that way.

Me: *still can't talk*

Mum: Alright, we've gotta go, our ride is here. I'll call you tonight.

---

So here I sit, alternating between chuckling at my parents' strength under adversity and burting into tears as I wonder in a panic what the fuck can go wrong next. I don't want to think about it.

At least now I understand why they keep threatening to move to North Carolina on me.
seventhe: (Lulu: I Hate You)
An Article On The Marriageability Of Career Women And The Divorce Prospects Thereof. Plus, a rebuttal.

I actually stole this from [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes, in which there is an excellent response to this article which has been quoted here.

The (first) article quoted is, to be fair, a summary of statistics and findings from various marriage studies. I'm willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt; he is writing a paper based on some data, which he may or may not even give a shit about - all of us college students should recognize this! However, even a total dumbass in this day and age should have realized that he was basically writing cannon fodder: summarizing the data in this way is guaranteed to piss people off omg. His tone of voice denotes him as a wanker, basically. Sorry.

OK, here: women with degrees are more likely to be confident about themselves, their careers, their appearance, and, in general, their entire lifestyles. (This is a broad generalization. Do not wank.) Women with degrees are less likely to "need a man" - for financial support, for stability, for self-esteem, for the whole stereotypical nine yards.

Women with degrees are just as likely to want a man, but they are going to be looking for a different kind of happiness, one that they themselves cannot provide, because it requires two people. They will be looking for support, for acceptance, for happiness, and for love. (Not in that order perhaps). And shock! these are all things that the stereotypically-traditional man sure don't give a shit about supplying. I know my gender-stereotyping is showing here - that's the point. This is a broad generalization.

(Oh, okay. This argument doesn't take into account women who, in fact, want women. Don't wank. I am starting to think women who want women may be the smart ones and eventually will rule the world!!!.)

Oh, lordy. Soooo many things to say. )

Wow, tangents. Hi. Nice of you to drop by!

AAAAAAAAAANYWAY THE ARTICLE. Have a read, it'll at least keep you amused.

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