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Am back on antibiotics for my eyelid again. Also craving garlic like whoa, which is why there is half a bunch of fresh garlic bulbs left in the fridge. I did give two to my sister when she dropped past on the weekend - she's going to Brisbane for specialist medicine training work thingies, so she's stripping her wardrobe (so I get more clothes, and a boxful of stuff I'm not allowed to wear (I just get to store it) like her high school formal dresses, which she's never going to wear again either, but she's not going to have altered so that they fit her reduced curves (back then she had curves, now she's six inches taller than me, and wears the same small size clothes), and she's definitely not going to get rid of, but she doesn't want to take to Brisbane...)

My parents are getting the furniture. We don't have room, unless we store it on the back porch. Not if we're going to redo the concrete in the big shed so that it is more than three inches thick. We still have a significant portion of Bastard's brother's stuff (and said brother's wife's stuff).

Not hungry, which is bad. Eating lots of salad.

Oh boy. This mug of hot drink feels so good near my sore wrist. Holding it, the warmth filters through.

Maybe I shouldn't be typing.

Or maybe I should go back to one-handed typing again.

Shouldn't have gone to dance class last Thursday; Realised this when my calves spent the first freestyle intermittently cramping. Being me, I figured that, whether I ignored them or not, the cramps were going to do what they wanted. And they did. Intermittently. Yay.

Probably should have refused all dances at M'lijn's farewell party on Saturday, but I was wearing flats, so the unhappy soft tissues weren't inconveniencing me too much. And I got to hold her three and a half week old child which was cool. Her husband got a little nished and talked a lot.

Probably shouldn't have gone to dance class on Monday, either, but I did good at my first real attempt at leading. And then I sat down.

We will be flushing blood lactate forever at this rate. Damn stuff is causing random twitches, aches, restlessness, and cramping in any muscle I stretch during use. I'm also getting really short-tempered, and frequent dizzy spells. And yet I still go to class.

Well, I never said I was sane.

Conjecture on the following subject is hereby invited:

Why do I fall down for finger gashes and not other types of bleeding injuries? It's not blood loss, because I've had injuries that bled worse, and just got out the first aid skills and equipment, fixed it and kept going.

( Cut for details of minor injury )

It might be adrenalin, it might be the level of dehydration. But I'm a little shocky right now, so I think I'll go have a cup of tea, and there'll be no more boxes of Stuff unpacked today. Pity. There's a box or two of roleplaying books that need to take their place on our new(est) bookshelves.

Times Magazine this week. Sensationalised, as one would expect, but apart from the human interest story (which discusses a child who I don't class as an extreme case, because he has lived long enough to start kindergarten) it's fairly factual for the media.

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1555122-1,00.html

Ow I'm tired. Got a little more sleep last night, but still have a near-exhausted dice pool to draw from. Am husbanding dice carefully lest I run out before I get home and have dinner. Must get around to spending some karma to increase the dice pool. I feel heavy and unable to move. And by 'move' I mean 'breathe' and by 'unable' I mean 'discussing in the back of my head whether I should bother because it's just so much effort that it can't be worth it'.

Also, Ceroc Australias' (or whatever the proper name is, blame the brainfog) website (and associated websites) is down. For at least two hours, so far. I have a message waiting for me on the forum, and I can't access it! Please note: Addiction Achieved. Gold star for me, which I shall refuse for I do not like gold.

Managed to mow the lawns today. Yay for me. I haven't had the energy to do so at the same time as the time in which to mow, so it's been several months since the green stuff was last cut. Fortunately, I refuse to water it, so it hadn't grown much over summer, except where next doors' runoff waters the driveway.

Spent most of the rest of the day feeling extremely unmotivated, so I've been scaring myself with similarities between my own symptoms and this. ( Cut for minor panic )

Ah well. The genetic testing stuff at the bottom of that page was soothing, even if the prognosis and progression is terrifying. And, frankly, the last definitive test is time.

Earlier this morning, it was 25.2C at my desk, and I was freezing, shivering, and my nails were starting to go blue. Seriously, sack o' meat, what's up with that?

It's now 25.8C, and I'm still cold, but no longer going blue.

In other news, last night we had a bridge club subcommittee meeting at my parent's house. While we were there, I checked my weight on their scales. Now, I know they really need to be recalibrated, but the heaviest weight I could get on them was 46kg. Which is on the edge of "We're going to watch you and hospitalise you at the least excuse" weight. Again, sack o' meat, why do you keep falling in mass?

She-Boss spent some time worrying at me earlier this week, because she could see I'd been losing weight (3-4 kg this year, which is accurate according to my scales at home (8.5 stone to just under 8 stone), but I was 52/53 on the parental scales at Christmas). The subcutaneous fat appears to be melting away, and I don't know how to fix it. Everyone knows what to do if you want to lose weight, but wtf do you do when you can't keep it on, your appetite has dropped to a normal adult level and eating more than you want precipitates bouts of nausea? I can't eat less healthily than I do - I'm at approximately my RDI unless we go to someone else's place for dinner, and eating food in different proportions makes me feel worse. I haven't craved sugary things in quite a while. Yesterday I was thinking about buying a pack of chips to eat and then I checked the notion out with the sack o' meat which said "Don't want it - you've had your RDI of sodium already today". The only things I really crave are fresh fruit and veges, which, unless you're eating stupidly large amounts or smothering them in butter (ew!) don't really help with gaining weight. I've started leaving food on my plate at restaurants, for heavens sake! And not wanting seconds!

Make that now 26.6 and I'm overheating. It feels so good.

Had the run-in with the bloodtakers this morning. Not feeling 100%. That probably has more to do with the lack of sleep than the taking-of-blood or the panic-attack-at-needles.

Now at work, and calm. Coffee mug warm. All good.

Itchy. Itchy itchy itchy. Not as itchy as last week, and the lip-blisters went down as soon as I got away from spray deodorant, so I'll add that to my list of 'explain gently and then complain bitterly until people remember' allergies. Others were remembered by random people throughout this trip, so I am very happy. I did not get mint blown in my face, nor cigarette smoke, nor chewing gum. Good people. Pat pat.

The hyperactivity which plagued me at intervals throughout the bridge trip has finally broken (yay for feeling able to dance the night through and bloody well trying to, sitting very few songs out, on a boiling hot night where the singlet I was wearing was too much outside the club, much less on the inadequately airconditioned dance floor, and singing along to every song I knew with impromptu harmony, probably startling various (interstate, and may not see again) dance partners who went to sit down at intervals), so now there is only the feedback. Still-healing feet-blisters, slightly bruised foot bones, brainfog, general lassitude, and lactic acid oboy. Not sure if the backache is unhappy kidneys again or just muscle-ache from dips done with flabby muscles. Liver definitely a little tender. Reflux nasty, has been all trip, except when I pulled an attempted all-nighter when, by rights, I should have been nauseous all the next day.

Bastard booked me a doctors' appointment for Friday stupid o'clock. He's a good boy.

Still, in better health than I usually am at the end of a bridge trip. The nasal saline, overdosing on vitamins, echinacea, mineral supplements and antihistamines appears to have paid off. Yay.

Must organise dancing lessons. Remind me about those until I do it. There's only one Ceroc place that does classes on Wednesday nights, or after, not during, work for Bastard, in Adelaide as far as I can see.