cupcake_goth: (Leeches)
( Mar. 26th, 2016 03:12 pm)
Let me tell you, I am TERRIBLE at being sick. I know that all I should be doing is reclining on the couch watching movies or reading (especially since things like, oh, sitting up and eating make me feel exhausted), but my traitorous brain is all "ooooooh, go upstairs to the Storage Heap Room o'Doom and get those two garments we realized we could put together to make a great new garment! You're just sitting there on the couch, you should be doing something!"

I am working on ignoring that part of my brain. But I feel fretful and fidgety, which is just a super combo to have with the flu, no really.
cupcake_goth: (Leeches)
( Mar. 25th, 2016 12:47 pm)
Well, I WAS going to go to Norwescon tomorrow, to help Thea with her booth and to see people. But I appear to have come down with the flu that the Stroppy One has had all week.
cupcake_goth: (hiding)
( Mar. 14th, 2016 03:19 pm)

I feel worse today than I did yesterday. Of course, I slept worse last night than I did the night before.

I want to lie on the floor and cry.
cupcake_goth: (Sparklefang)
( Mar. 7th, 2014 02:01 pm)

In all honesty, I seem to be healing really well from the wisdom teeth extraction. I'm just not at all patient, and I would like this to be OVER.

I've been amusing myself by (badly) sketching ideas for the necklace I want to make involving my teeth. The problem is that I want to incorporate a tiny shard of broken mirror, but I am superstitious enough that I don't want to have to break a mirror. /witchy problems

cupcake_goth: (Leeches)
( Jul. 17th, 2012 02:27 pm)
I lost most of Saturday to some unpleasant side-effects, but managed (through the wonders of medication) to go to a low-key party to see a friend who is visiting from out of town. Sunday I did chores, chores, chores, as I needed to run many loads of laundry. (Why hello, possible allergic reaction to a new laundry detergent, GO AWAY.)

Monday I got up, had breakfast, and was applying my makeup when my body went "Nope! Hey, how about feeling like you're going to throw up! That sounds like the thing to do!" After I managed not to puke, I emailed work to let them I know I was working from home, then went and passed out for a few more hours.

Today? I had plans to go to work, but still feel woozy and not entirely with it. Working from home yet again. I really hope I can make it into the office tomorrow, as I've got a bunch of meetings.

I'm really tired of feeling unwell. Hence a whiny post.
cupcake_goth: (Leeches)
( Jan. 26th, 2012 02:02 pm)
I'd been feeling a little under the weather lately, and last night my neck started welting up. "But but but!" I thought, "I'm following this dratted gluten-free diet to see if that helps with this very problem! It was working! What happened? Aaaaugh!"

And then I realized: I’d had sushi with tempura bits and soy sauce over the weekend, both of which sneakily contain gluten. I knew that, but thought a tiny bit of gluten wouldn't be the end of the world. But there had been Worcestershire sauce as seasoning in multiple dishes the past few days, and wouldn’t you know it, the dratted stuff has wheat in it.

A rather large oversight and label-reading fail on my part, and now I’m paying for it. Last night involved repeated applications of Aquaphor ointment on my neck, no bath (hot baths make the inflammation a lot worse ::sobs:: ), and Benadryl at bedtime.

I'm astonished that my system is that sensitive to gluten right now. But believe me, I hope that those small amounts of gluten are what triggered this, and not some other thing that my doctor and I have not yet figured out.

However, this flare-up is NOT going to stop my planned Goth Upkeep today. I'm just not going to be dying the hair at the very nape of my neck, because that is asking for trouble and I know it.
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.
These past few months have been one protracted bout of me being unwell, with occasional weeks of healthy. Not a lot of fun.

(Before any of you start fussing at me, YES, I have been to my doctor recently, and there are some things we are doing to stop this cycle. I swear I am not being avoidant about this. I swear on Clovis' ears, so you know I'm serious.)

Anyway, sickly. I'd been fighting off some sort of sinus congestion thing for a few days. Yesterday, I felt well enough for us to go see the latest Harry Potter movie. Today, I feel like I was hit by a truck. I have canceled on going dancing tonight with the StuntHusband (dammit!), and am spending my day curled up on the couch, watching movies, drinking a LOT of tea, and possibly doing some light sewing projects.

(EDIT: I had to go up to the Storage Room and rummage around for some of the sewing project supplies. That ... was a not-very-clever idea, and now I feel really woozy. Ugh.)

I am determined to get better VERY FAST, because there is no way I am missing the SeaGoth Rummage Sale on Sunday. I've made Bags! Of! Mystery! and everything. I've been not window-shopping on eBay and Etsy, because I know there will probably be things I want at the sale!

Ugh. Time to go brew more tea. And then lure the cats up onto the couch with me ...
cupcake_goth: (I'll come back to haunt you)
( Sep. 9th, 2010 09:28 pm)
Find a good icon to use when you are having your regularly scheduled freak-out about writing.

For that matter, scheduling these freak-outs would be a good idea. Then you could expect them and work around them.




C'mon, self. Get working on the fiction project. Do not go "Look, pretty clothes!" or "Oooh, fic!" WRITE, dammit.




I think I'm defective at giving myself pep-talks. Oh dear.
cupcake_goth: A lady always carries a handkerchief. (dainty cliche)
( Sep. 2nd, 2010 09:08 pm)
I hate exercising. I find it tedious and boring. But, if I want to lose the weight that has crept on in the past few months (and oh yes, I do, because I worked too damn hard to lose all of it in the first place), I need to get back in the habit of exercising, along with keeping track of my food.

So. Exercise. I have ... failed at leaving my desk to go for walks. I keep telling myself I'm going to do it, and, well. Yeah. Hasn't happened yet.

But! We have an exercise bike now. For the past couple of days, I've been making myself use the damn thing. And let me tell you, there is an art to picking movies to watch while using the exercise bike. I need something that will distract me enough so I don't look at the timer every minute. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoneix? Not engrossing enough, apparently.

But Zombieland? Zombieland is perfect. Maybe the secret is gore?

Tomorrow, I'll try 30 Days of Night.
I am feeling marginally better. My throat doesn't hurt, the waves of hot & cold seem to have stopped, and I don't sound quite as consumptive. However, as the Stroppy One very sternly reminded me, this does not mean I am completely well, and I should not try to Do Stuff. So I'm still ensconced on the Couch Of Plague, doing line edits on tech docs.

Thanks to the comments on my previous entry, I have been told that the Sir Christopher Lee symphonic metal project is not worth bothering with. Damn. Because, hello, SIR CHRISTOPHER LEE. (I think this means I will have the Hammer Studios Dracula movies on in the background today.)

... OH MY GOD PEOPLE, I AM SO TIRED OF FEELING UNWELL. I have stuff I want to do! I would like my energy levels back! However, if I want to be healthy enough to attend Mourning Market next Sunday, I suppose I should take it easy. That doesn't mean I'm not going to be slightly cranky about it, tho'.
I thought I was feeling a bit better when I finally crawled out of bed today. But then I did stuff (like, oh, make myself some toast and tea), and now I feel exhausted and achy. Not to mention my throat feels like I've been swallowing shards of glass, how fun. And looking at my bug count for work makes me want to cry.

So, yeah. Not the amazing overnight recovery I was hoping for.
cupcake_goth: (Leeches)
( Jun. 2nd, 2010 03:54 pm)
One of my problems when I'm sick (other than just BEING sickly, ugh), is that I feel guilty about it. I should be Doing Stuff. I should be writing, or sewing, or or or not having to be taken care of. Yes, I know, it doesn't make any sense, and certainly won't help me get better. But I can't help it.

Of course, while being flopped on the Couch Of Plague, I have come up with two different clothing alteration projects that I want to do RIGHT NOW. But I do realize that trying to wield scissors, pins, and needles would probably not be a particularly clever thing to do right now. Not to mention that all I really have energy for is being curled up on the Couch Of Plague. Good lord, READING is tiring, which is pretty much a sign of the apocalypse in JilliLand.

Bleah. So, so tired of feeling wretched. And I bet I won't feel magically All Better tomorrow, either.
Today was mostly about me being OVERWHELMINGLY cranky. Like, grr!argh!snarl! cranky, at everything. For no reason whatsoever. Maybe the defective sleep caused it, I don't know. All I know is that I spent most of the day wanting to hiss at everyone and everything, and glaring at the computer because I. Could. Not. Write. An epic case of Words Gone.

I finally managed to drag a little under 1K words out of my brain, and then decided that the best thing I could do was go dye my hair. I now have freshly-blackened roots, and re-pinked bangs. Other good things of the day included getting a lovely stripy bodice/waistcoat-y thing in the mail, being submitted for a possible contract job, and the Stroppy One bringing me coffee and a scone.

I also watched silly tv (really, I only watch Vampire Diaries for Damon, because he's funny!), made myself a chocolate-cherry martini (Godiva liqueur + Three Olives cherry vodka), and now I'm going to go have a bath with the chocolate-scented, sparkly black bath salts that [ profile] staxxy made for me, and paint my nails. And then I will SLEEP, goddammit. Really.

Friday will be better. Friday is hanging out with [ profile] javagoth, and going dancing with the StuntHusband and Cagle. Friday will be MUCH better.
Today has, for a variety of reasons, been a fairly awful and unpleasant day. Unexpected and expensive dental work (with a follow-up visit in two weeks), and some other stuff. Let's just say that while today was not the Worst Day Ever, it was not a good day for our household.

But! I just listened to my voicemail, and the ever-fabulous [ profile] poetry_lady left a message with info about a possible job lead. So that is a good start for improvement.

Tomorrow will be better, right? Yes, I'm asking for reassurance. Or distraction. Both, really. Dear Powers That Be, I am best suited for living life as an independently-wealthy eccentric. Please make that happen VERY SOON, okay?
cupcake_goth: (hiding)
( Mar. 9th, 2009 11:06 am)
Still home sick. AND with added insomnia last night.

I've got a doctor's appointment this afternoon; I suppose there's no chance of being given laudanum, drat it all.
I'm tired of coughing. I'm tired of blowing my nose. And I'm really tired of having no energy and of becoming woozy and mildly exhausted if I stand up for more than 15 minutes at a time.

... oh look. I've hit the whiny stage of being sick.
cupcake_goth: (hiding)


( Mar. 5th, 2009 11:35 am)
I feel worse today. I'm not even going to try and work from home. No, today is going to involve flopping on the couch, watching movies, and (apparently) coughing my lungs out.

I repeat, UGH.
Why yes, I'm still working from home. I'm no longer as quite as congested, coughing, or achey as I was earlier in the week, but have NO energy reserves. Washing out a cooking pot exhausts me. I don't know what strain of the death flu hit me, but I sincerely hope NONE of you have to suffer it.


So, pink & black stripy jacket that I was burbling about last night! The young lady wearing it replied to my private message that I sent her via the Emilie Autumn forum. It turns out the jacket was from Miss Selfridges in London ... four or five years ago. Fie! Of course, you know what this means, right?

Dear UK Friends who frequent thrift and charity shops,

Um, yeah. If you see a pink & black striped jacket in a UK size 14, please please purchase it for me, and I will pay you back and send you prezzies.


Bah. Onward to copy editing I trudge.
Wow, I feel wretched. Slightly better than I did yesterday, but that isn't saying an awful lot.

My accomplishments for yesterday: stayed on the couch and watched almost all of season 1 of SPN, and then Phantom of the Opera. Because really, when you're feeling wretched, there's nothing better than a dumb and bombastic pretty movie.

Today is going to involve staying on the couch, and possibly watching all of Wonderfalls.

Ugh. I hope all you folks are doing well.


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