really do not want, at all, ever.

It hath descended. ‘It’ being the thing I have to go through for medical reasons that usually I stop happening altogether for my own continued survival, the thing that most people equipped with the same organs as I have just sort of sigh and work around. I, on the other hand, would be throwing myself into oncoming traffic if I could, in fact, move more than my fingers due to severe pain.

(And will they give me relief for said severe pain? Oh, sweet summer child, you are adorable, you are.)

…so. Yep. Excuse any hellishness escaping from my general direction for the next week or so. Also, late replies or slow updates or whathaveyou; I’ve been arguing with myself over even posting this entry for the past three hours. All I want to do is sleep the pain away, honestly.

(At least I got my hair washed and dried?)

some facts, what spice!

Fact: unsweetened cranberry juice is revolting.

Fact: nerve pain is awful, please make it stop. My body is exhausted but I can’t sleep.

Fact: I made a thing! And did a words! Elrond having twinless twin feels will never not be relevant to me.

Fact: The neighbour saw an eastern brown slide into my yard and hide beneath the bonfire pile. Cue me avoiding that area of the yard for the next ten thousand years.
(Listen to your friendly local OzScot here: you do not eff around with eastern brown snakes. They are not cute and sweet snek friends. They are incredibly aggressive, extremely venomous, and responsible for 60% of snakebite deaths in the country. If you see one, you stand stock effing still and let it go do whatever it’s doing — probably hiding from you, but still. Do not pass GO, do not collect $200, do not disturb it or interact with it in any way.  Keep an eye on it, and when it’s safe, you get the hell out of there and call the snake-catcher if it’s near your home. Also, if your dog or cat has one bailed up, DO NOT DISTRACT YOUR PET. They are a thousand times more likely to get bitten if you distract them. Their snake instincts are way better than yours; just let them be and keep an eye on where they and the snake go.
…this PSA has been brought to you by my horrific fear of eastern browns.)

Fact: the online treatment of the Rings of Power cast is giving me flashbacks to my teenage years and being cyberbullied to within an inch of my life.
I hope every single person who has thrown abuse at any of these actors magically develops a condition that causes any internet service they use to stop working forever.

what’s red and silly?

I started playing Pokémon GO on the 5th! …right when I went to my doctor for the leg pain, because he didn’t know at the time what was wrong — it could have been a DVT or just simply a muscle tear.  So my doc gave me an ultrasound referral, and told me to just do light exercise in the meantime. So I figured, like, walking, yeah? And I’m on a Pokémon kick at the moment, so why not? excellent funtimes! (And I can send gifts to neechan and Fluff, too!)

So…got the ultrasound done ASAP. And, uh. yeah. I’ve got a DVT. Again.

Damn, huh.

I don’t know too many details about how large it is, what caused it, etc etc, because natch the sonographer doesn’t tell you much (which is legit; they’re not doctors), and my poor doc was having a hell of an evening so my follow-up was quick and to the point with the important stuff (although I heard him making little “oh dear” noises over the phone as he read the sonographer’s report, so I’m a wee bit concerned), that being getting my ass on anticoags. I’m on a very strong dose for a week, then on a mildly strong dose for…however long it takes before this damn thing to dissolve. which means limited movement for this week, no pushing myself, listen to my body if it doesn’t want to do something, and take a deep breath and just deal with the anticoag side-effects (luckily, they’re just the mild ones: dizziness, lethargy, and headache). But this means less walking than I wanted to do. :( There are at least four PokéStops within a mile of my house, dammit! I need me some Berries! I wanna hatch eggs! SCREM! (no, not a typo. SCREM.)

My theory as to the cause is stress. Got my first one last year after a severe bout of stress, and…well, second verse same as the first…and it has been proven that severe stress effects coagulation, so. Eh. What can you do? (…no, really, what can you do? Apart from “imbibe a lot of weed”, but I have no contacts…)

Oh well. Lots of time to rest. I have a pile of books to finish, Pokémon to play, and I’m so tempted to go on a Star Trek TNG marathon. Might just, actually…might dig my “Trek blanket” out of my crochet box and do that…I mean, I started it while marathonning TOS…

ひさしぶりやな 。

Been a while. What happened?

  • got a sinus infection, then got COVID. (yes, I am double-vaxxed, thank god.) I don’t think my body even knows what neutrophils are anymore.
  • been some shenanigans going on with my left leg — basically, it’s in a constant state of muscle cramp. can’t really say for sure what that it until I see a doc/get an ultrasound, but if it’s another DVT then I am gonna laugh my ass off because that will cement my theory that stress can cause them. if it’s, like…I dunno what else it could be, a torn muscle or something? Then I’ll just pout a lot.
  • bought some amazing new sneakers. I’ll take my dopamine in any possible form, okay.
  • started playing Pokémon Platinum, and it is kicking my ass. I don’t think that’s altogether a bad thing, but wooboy. The swearing involved in some of the boss battles I’ve done so far…
  • finally got my hands on some gloss sealer/finisher. MAKE ALL THE THINGS SHINY.

…that’s pretty much it. I’ve been creating a lot of stuff, making gifts for people, etc. I’ll upload them to my Pixey eventually. Whee.