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Aug. 23rd, 2010 07:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yukinoomoniI haven't posted anything public in a few days so I thought I would, just for content and in case I have lurkers who are shy.
I've been up and down in terms of health - trouble with medicines and my gallbladder and such. With me, nothing is ever simple or fair - I'm designed to tank at the slightest provocation. For a first surgery in my life, I've failed quite spectacularly. I hope this is the last time. I don't want practise.
I've hit a combination of medications that keep me awake and alert and keeps the pain at bay without making me dopey. I expect work to be fine tomorrow.
I have to change my diet, too. Less sugar, less fat, and more fibre. Years of eating heavenly tasty but horribly bad food has left me annoyed at this, but I doubt my gallbladder wouldn't have sludged up if I hadn't been so careless with my eating...so yeah.
Fall is coming and somehow it fills me with happy feelings of creativity. Fall always has this sort of weird catnip effect on me. It fills me with the desire to pile myself in blank paper and pens and just write and write and write. It's the closest to magic I've ever felt. It's nice.
Terry is also amazing, being wonderful and stoic through this mess of fail. I am grateful for him. It'll be eight years in September. Time really fucking flies!
Well, that's all I've got. The end.
I've been up and down in terms of health - trouble with medicines and my gallbladder and such. With me, nothing is ever simple or fair - I'm designed to tank at the slightest provocation. For a first surgery in my life, I've failed quite spectacularly. I hope this is the last time. I don't want practise.
I've hit a combination of medications that keep me awake and alert and keeps the pain at bay without making me dopey. I expect work to be fine tomorrow.
I have to change my diet, too. Less sugar, less fat, and more fibre. Years of eating heavenly tasty but horribly bad food has left me annoyed at this, but I doubt my gallbladder wouldn't have sludged up if I hadn't been so careless with my eating...so yeah.
Fall is coming and somehow it fills me with happy feelings of creativity. Fall always has this sort of weird catnip effect on me. It fills me with the desire to pile myself in blank paper and pens and just write and write and write. It's the closest to magic I've ever felt. It's nice.
Terry is also amazing, being wonderful and stoic through this mess of fail. I am grateful for him. It'll be eight years in September. Time really fucking flies!
Well, that's all I've got. The end.
