Service Interruption - fixed now

Kay, I'm outta here.

I'll see you when I have the internet again. Sometime around the 12th, unless I stop in occasionally from work (cause, yanno, can I help myself? No.)

Meanwhile, from Effing a while back, something to endlessly amuse you, far better than I can, while I'm in transition.

Theories Abound

See how icky I feel? I just said almost the exact same thing in the last two posts.

But, on the up-side - I'm at work. That is moola. Like moola.

Also on the up-side (since I woke up not nauseous but with a sore throat) and the 200 m walk to the door of the hospital left me out of breath I (DA-DUM) have a theory.

I punched in my symptoms to the handy ol' innanet and....

Mold. You know, that stuff that is growing on every window of my tin can in the rainforest?

That stuff that no matter what I do, cannot be elimiated or controlled?

That stuff that is one of the reasons I'm moving?

That stuff that makes everything smell musty?

That toxic looking nasty slimy black stuff?

Yeah, THAT stuff.

Why is that an up-side? Cause then it's not mono and then it's not giardiasis and it's not SAD and not some other freaky thing. Cause then in a few days from now I will be moved and I will start to get better and I will be happy happy happy.

Anyone else want to weigh in with an alternate theory for my lovely Doctor?

I've Finallly Taken the Last Step - And Become My Mother

Okay, so I made it to work the other day only to have to call someone in to cover for me. I thought it would be nice and quick to just take the 20 steps into EMERG and have them tell my why I'm so pathetic...

...which normally the ER nurses are quite happy to do when I'm not doing what they want....

but apparantly the lineup to be seen was 2 and a half hours.

So I drove my nauseous self to a walk-in clinic where a very nice doctor said.."You got me stumped." and sent me for blood tests, so they can take the first step of figuring out whether it's bacterial or viral.

Although mono is apparantly rampant in Aus, they sort of ruled that out. And kind of ruled out giardiais, mostly because they diagnosis it with stool samples and I refuse to poop in a bottle. (sorry, little TMI there).

Anyways, the blood test - and I'm feeling so crappy I even told them the wrong arm and I now have a five inch bruise (some of you may remember the left arm vein issue but I'm too tired to find the post) - to see if my white blood count is high or low.

I'm off again to see the doctor on Tuesday. Gee, I'll bet he's missed me.

So, I gravol-led up and went back to bed (that makes 3 days and nights I slept through) and today was feeling sufficiently aware to move a couple loads of stuff to the new place.

MaJen is coming down tomorrow so hopefully we can get everything done Tuesday and Wednesday and this can become one more tiny piece of the puzzle in place. Especially since this week all LAST week's pieces have wiggled free again.

So, I'm driving by this garage sale (four times) and thinking - "hey, that looks like a microwave - i need a microwave - no, I need a bed more - and a TV - and internet - and oh yeah, Jen, you've just missed 4 days of pay - nope, not stopping."

The fifth time I drove by, on my way to do laundrey, the people had given up finally and just put a big "FREE STUFF" sign out on the road.

Oh, yeah baby, you know it, I whipped Ms. Betsy LaRu around faster than you can say lickety-split and jammed that free microwave in the car.

Roaring off I'm smiling and humming away, thinking how resourceful I am.

Until I realized I've become my mother.

What the hell. I'm not proud.

Well, not any more, at least.

Purge

It has just recently (ie: this week) occurred to me that I may be having some seasonal affective disorder issues. This is my second winter here and so you would think I would have twigged into that last year, maybe, but considering that last year in December was when Matt left - well, we all know what that did to me.

So, I have come to the conclusion that I must be forgiven for missing it the first time around.

I wouldn't say I'm depressed per se. I mean, really, can one really get REdepressed when they're already medicated (and theoretically immunized) for the same thing?

What I am is seriously low-energy. Seriously. I just spent the last two days - sleeping.

And being unable to eat or drink because my nonexistent gallbladder decided it was time to see the light of day.

(meaning that since they removed the damn thing 19 years ago, all that gall then is stored in your stomach area and once in a while - after too much acidic 'stuff' - orange juice, beer, etc - my body is prompted to expel what it feels to be it's excess bile buildup. which is NOT PRETTY.)

I had thought when I got home from Aus that maybe, insanely, somehow I'd picked up mono (which is apparantly rampant in the land down under) but I guess it's more intelligent to assume that the constant darkness, constant rain and working in a place with no windows has driven my body into a hibernative state.

I'm not unhappy or anything. In fact, I'm the first to tell you that I'm happier than I've been in years but I'm just ... bleurgh.

Which, really, is all just an elaborate and un-compelling TMI way of justifying the emails I haven't sent, the phone calls I haven't made, the work I haven't made it to, the packing I haven't done, my inability to clean, the overwhelmedness of everything I haven't done and have yet still to do and the shit quality of my posts lately.

Forgive me internet. Pray for sunshine.

Just a Thought

Wouldn't it be nice if your body re-hydrated itself through your skin when you had a shower?

The Problem With Taking Pictures.....

...is that they then have to be uploaded slash arranged slash captioned.

Who has time for this? Remember the good old days when you took them in a year later and got them back in those nifty little envelopes and then just put them in a box cause when you pulled them out people got that glazed and horrified look on their faces?

I THOUGHT I'd finished uploading them all and then I remembered the whole CD of the second week I haven't gotten around to yet.

At least I'm moving in a forward direction. When you're trying to do fifty things at once, any progress is good progress.

...Just Because I Don't Already Have Enough To Do

Have I mentioned that I'm moving?

And, as you may already know, I sold all my furniture when I left Calgary so today began the hunt for cheap bits and pieces. Although, to be kinder to myself, I should have waited until I got the keys to the new place as the desk I bought today (for $40) is now stored here.



At some point later this week, I'll start moving things. Bit by bit. On my way to and from work.

Hopefully, I'll be done somewhere around the 15th and then I shall have some pictures.

I'm pretty excited about a big bed and a bathtub though, I gotta say.

you can doubt anything
if you think about it long enough
cuz what happened always adjusts to fit
what happened after that