When real things happen to imaginary people

(Good lord, I don't have my leech jar icon at DW. Must fix that.)

Hard Lessons I Am Learning About My Health, by Cupcake Goth:

A few days of running around (and, let's be honest, stress, because getting lasers shot into one's eye IS stressful) leaves me very, very wiped out. Add to that a new antibiotic to the handful of meds to deal with the Lyme's Disease, Epstein-Barr virus, and the (stops to think) four other co-infection things? YES, Cupcake, you are going to have days were you don't feel capable of doing anything.

I do not like this. I am learning to be better about taking care of myself, but I don't like it. I'm going to stamp my feet in annoyance, now.

You know what I really need want? A LJ icon of a laudanum bottle lable. One where you can read the word "laudanum". That would be really funny, and useful.

(This post brought to you by a week that has been somewhat stressful, with bonus wacky health issues. Nothing dire or end-of-the-world, but stressful. Next week will be better.)

He's staying at the vet a couple more days, with IV fluids, steroids, and antibiotics. His bloodwork came back with white cell numbers all over the place, and our vet wants to make sure Tzepesh is as strong as possible before doing any surgery.

The best possible outcome: he responds to the steroids right away, starts eating on his own, and doesn't need the feeding tube at all.

We don't know if this is lymphoma; it is a possibility. But right now, the most important thing is to get him stronger, and see how much the antibiotics and steroids help.

The Stroppy One is probably going to go visit him today (I've got a bunch of appointments), and then we will both go see him tomorrow.

My poor, poor babycat. Please be well.

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Also, Dear 2011:

Knock it the FUCK off.

I *knew* I wasn't the only person who wrote things on themselves! Thank you for going along with the silly poll.

As to my wacky health issues: oh yes, I am taking probiotics, in addition to eating yogurt every day. My doctor was very clear about my needing to do that.

The insane vitamin/supplement regime, behind the cut for ease of scrolling.

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That's in addition to my daily Celexa and the magic Ambien of sleepytime. It's a miracle I don't rattle when I walk.

But I do feel a little better today, which is good, because I have Things To Do.

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In other news, I am more than a little tempted by the idea of hunting for a pair of white or other pale-colored granny boots at a thrift store, so I can try the E6000 glue + pink glitter craft project. Because I'm CRAZY. Yes, I know. But pink sparkly boots! I need them!

Guess who foolishly over-extended herself over the weekend? I (and a whole bunch of very wonderful friends) have been helping Dad clear out and organize the house. I did this both Saturday and Sunday, and while I *thought* I was not pushing myself physically, I forgot (okay, fine, willfully ignored) the toll that the emotional and mental work would exact.

::attempts to dodge the Stern Looks and Lectures from certain friends, swears to be more aware of this stuff in the future::

So anyway, today is one of those days where I am EXCEEDINGLY grateful that my tech editing gig is primarily work-from-home. I am now coated in staxxy's magical Kiss It Better ointment, and am ensconced on the sofa with two laptops (work and personal), a stack of writing notebooks, tea, clovisdvlbunny, and Nightmare Before Christmas on in the background. (With three other Tim Burton movies waiting by the TV, because oh my, is this a comfort movie day.)

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For those of you who suggested trying the "High Quality Food" that we found in the back of the pantry: No. We took a picture for history, and then threw it out. Other things we have found tucked away include the senior year portraits of my Mom and Dad (let me tell you, my parents have always been cute!), my paternal grandmother's wedding photo, and my report card from my sophomore year of high school. (3.33 GPA, thankyouverymuch.) Yes, the Stroppy One will be scanning all of them when he is done with his current deadline, and then I will post them.

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Okay, back to the dayjob. Wow, I am tired and feel like I've been beaten with sticks. Ugh.

Yesterday's SeaGoth Rummage sale was fun, if rather low in attendance. But it was a great opportunity for socializing!

Unfortunately, socializing means talking. Guess who ripped her throat up and lost her voice? Guess who also slept until noon today?

::insert eye-rolling, cranky stamping of feet, and coughing here::

I thought my voice was better after the epic amount of sleep, but the Stroppy One says he can hear it getting croakier and croakier as I try to talk. Swell. Today is going to be about flopping on the couch and drinking a lot of Bengal Spice tea (loaded with clove and cinnamon, yum!) with honey. My plans for today HAD included doing laundry and taking photos of all the things left from the sale, but I'm just clear-headed enough to realize what a bad idea that would be.

- Nine days until my birthday, whee! Not that I've made any sort of plans, because things have been busy, to say the least. But in nine days, I will be 42. Whoo, answer year!

- Eleven days until Steamcon! I'm on a bunch of panels and in two fashion shows, and I'll get to spend time with people I adore but don't get to see very often. So that will be fun. I should start figuring out my outfits, oh, now.

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Sickly rundown: still exhausted, but with less feeling like I've been beaten with sticks, thank goodness. But I'm more congested. I do not like this trend. I would like to wake up tomorrow morning feeling perfectly healthy, thanks. Since I kinda doubt that is going to magically happen, more tea and decongestants are in my future.

My hope is that I have enough brain today to do proper writing, because I need to work on some GCS reviews and articles, and I really need to work on That Other Project. Oh, and I should call my parents today, yes. (Hi cupcakegothmom!)

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::stares blankly at the laptop:: I'm sure there was something else I was supposed to be doing. I just can't think of it. Argh.

Whoo, guess who came home from L.A. with the plague? I wonder if it's a different strain than the plague going around Seattle?

The Stroppy One let me sleep until past noon today, and I still feel exhausted. Like, wobbly on my feet and shaking exhausted. Plus muscle aches and a throat that feels like it's been scoured with sharpened steel wool. So my plans for today involve not moving much from the couch and probably napping. A LOT. Plus lots and lots of tea, and comfort movies.

Dammit, I had stuff I wanted (and needed) to get done today. But the Stroppy One has told me in VERY CLEAR TERMS that I am unwell, and I need to accept that instead of fretting and being cranky. I know he's right, it's just ... things! Things that Must Get Done! ::sulks::

Guess who has come down with The Ick? Go on, guess.

If you answered "Both you AND the Stroppy One", you are correct!

So, no event for me tonight, dammit.

The Stroppy One: still woozy and head-spinny.

Me: feeling a bit worse than yesterday, with bonus head-spinny and exhaustion.

Doctor's appointment: tomorrow.

If it turns out that I have walking pneumonia, I am going to be SO MAD. I don't have time to be sick! I've got stuff to do! ::shakes tiny fists, stamps tiny feet, gets dizzy and needs to have a lie down::

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In "Ooooh, pretty distractions!" news: for Dr. Marten's 50th anniversary this fall, they're teaming up with Sanrio.



Black. Docs. WITH PINK SOLES AND A BOW.

I'll be honest, I'd covet them more if they were the 20-eye boots, but still! Those are damn cute. Do I need more boots? Ha, no. Even I know that. Do I want more boots? Ohmygoodnessgracious, yes.