Thursday, August 24, 2006

Ok, so.

Being sick sucks. Being sick and not knowing what or why or if you're sick, sucks really hard. When I went to the doctor on Monday, she sent me home with a very strong perscription of antibiotics, to be filled if I needed them because I got much worse. So far, I haven't needed to fill it, but it's waiting patiently for me at the Burnaby Costco. the shadows...


I also received, as complained about yesterday, two inhalers. So far I've only needed the orange (not purple, DAMMIT) one, which I'm supposed to take every twelve hours until it's gone. It's a powder, which I've never had before. There seems to be a bit of a learning curve with it, or else I'm just naturally inhaler-stupid. So far out of the six times I've used it, I've hit my tongue twice, the back of my tongue once, the roof of my mouth once and the back of my throat twice. Thank all gods that it doesn't taste like anything... I'm pretty sure at least a little of it made it down into my lungs each time, since as soon as I let out the breath I've had to hold for ten seconds, my breathing is SO CLEAR that I can't really believe it. It's the oddest thing. Pre-powder, I don't feel as though I'm short of breath at all, but once I suck that stuff back everything clears up and suddenly oxygen is reaching my brain in a way that I don't think it has been for a month or so. (insert your own punchline in the comments...)

In addition to the inhale-able drugs and potential swallow-able drugs, the doctor sent me to the vampires. I casually mentioned that I've been sleeping roughly 14 hours a day for the last month and she stopped and stared at me. "That's not normal. I'm sending you for bloodwork." Sweet. I always knew I wasn't normal. Oh, wait...I went for a physical, not a mental. So the vampires took a piddling (er...bad choice of wasn't THAT kind of test) measly two vials of blood in order to test for (lack of) white blood cells, and also to check my thyroid. You know...since all the cool kids are on thyroid medication. It was really nice to have a doctor take me seriously about a) how often I am sick (three weeks on, three weeks off, for over a year) and b) how tired I am all the time.

What other things about my health? Ummm...I think that might actually be it. Oh, one more thing. I mentioned my dizzy episodes and that my mom gets them too, and she's sending me to an ear, nose and throat specialist. This surprised me a bit...I didn't realize that they were still around, although I don't/didn't have any basis for that assumption.

My list of things to do is shrinking crazy lots.

I've been ensuring that I do at least one category every day, usually multiple things.

I'm being stalked by ravens...two raven related dreams in a week, then a raven hanging out at Dave's place, and now I'm hearing one near my place. And YES, the dreams happened BEFORE the real ones. I'm not so daft that I couldn't make the connection between real life popping up in my dreams. (although I haven't actually had a raven dream since the real ones arrived. Very odd.)

I'm seeing people I haven't seen for a while and they're all noticing that I've lost a lot of weight...officially, it looks like nearly twenty pounds since February (about six months). The holidays are coming (sort of...shut up. I was in Michaels the other day and their Christmas stuff is up. I get sucked into those kind of timewarps when I go there. [It was so bad when I was working there. Once, before Thanksgiving, I had a Christmas panic that I didn't know what I was going to get Dave's parents. Yeah.]) and people tend to gain weight during that time. Last year I actually lost weight because I read that the average weight gain from Hallowe'en to New Years was five I decided to mess with the averages. Heheh.

I'm really looking forward to having a job. It's not just the money (although that will be VERY nice) but it has a lot to do with the annoyance of not knowing where I'm going to be working, in what capacity and so on. Also, there's the annoyance of feeling like I need to be working on getting a job rather than, I dunno...blogging...?

Crap. I should probably get on that. *SIIIIIIIIIGH*

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