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Wednesday, November 29th, 2006 07:02 pm
because this is how my day goes
Greetings. I am introducing you today to a new facet of Jenn's World of Fun and Post-Pneumonia. It is called Oh, those whacky side effects!
I won't count my brand new latex sensitivity, because really, not new anymore.
Point A was Saturday, with the sudden descent of my period. We won't go into details, but boy, was I surprised.
Point B was the lovely vertigo that currently still crops up, which is half my normal body's fault, since my normal blood pressure is just above comatose vegetable, so it was kind of funny, in retrospect, to see doctors staring blankly as my pressure dropped lower while I was in the hospital getting better and worriedly double checking my charts. However, shocking, combine that with three days of anti-coagulant shots, and wow, think I *might* be a little off balance? You would be right. Nurses amused.
But Point C--oh point c, all brand new. Sudden skin sensitivity!
Yes, folks, I'm tired and grumpy and taking drugs that make me jitter and kind of high, and then I wake up wiht most of my neck and shoulders hurting. I think nothing of it! It is but sleeping badly. Ah, no, not when it spreads down one's chest and shoulder blades. No rash, no heat, no bumps, nothing but touching = low grade pain. Called the nurse, who was fascinated, and she sent me to poison control, who was about two steps from coming out here herself with a needle to take samples for the sheer joy of research. No one seems worried, so I'm not worried. You know what I am, though? Uncomfortable.
In other random news:
Had to use inhaler twice at work, at least once due to psychosomatic reaction to breathing the air in there, which tastes weird and dry and not like it should be breathed but put in some kind of box with some sort of ancient Egyptian deity to keep it all musty and such. Everyone kind of wandered around looking at me like a plague victim, so I made sure and coughed whenever it was possible.
Basically, I feel that I'm in a transitional place. This transitional place seems to encourage me creeping the fuck out of myself, which is probably wrong, and I keep wanting to do a long meta post on the sudden proliferation of non-con-but-really-he-means-yes-not-no-even-if-he-says-no slash fic, except honestly, one, it's not sudden or new, two, do I really want to be flamed (that would be a maybe), and three, teh word hypocrite comes to mind when I look back on a few of my SV fics. And four, it'd be like two pages of me saying STOP SQUICKING ME WITH THAT over and over again.
On the other hand, I need something to take my temper out on. And sadly, I no longer have Clark to abuse. My life sucks sometimes.
I won't count my brand new latex sensitivity, because really, not new anymore.
Point A was Saturday, with the sudden descent of my period. We won't go into details, but boy, was I surprised.
Point B was the lovely vertigo that currently still crops up, which is half my normal body's fault, since my normal blood pressure is just above comatose vegetable, so it was kind of funny, in retrospect, to see doctors staring blankly as my pressure dropped lower while I was in the hospital getting better and worriedly double checking my charts. However, shocking, combine that with three days of anti-coagulant shots, and wow, think I *might* be a little off balance? You would be right. Nurses amused.
But Point C--oh point c, all brand new. Sudden skin sensitivity!
Yes, folks, I'm tired and grumpy and taking drugs that make me jitter and kind of high, and then I wake up wiht most of my neck and shoulders hurting. I think nothing of it! It is but sleeping badly. Ah, no, not when it spreads down one's chest and shoulder blades. No rash, no heat, no bumps, nothing but touching = low grade pain. Called the nurse, who was fascinated, and she sent me to poison control, who was about two steps from coming out here herself with a needle to take samples for the sheer joy of research. No one seems worried, so I'm not worried. You know what I am, though? Uncomfortable.
In other random news:
Had to use inhaler twice at work, at least once due to psychosomatic reaction to breathing the air in there, which tastes weird and dry and not like it should be breathed but put in some kind of box with some sort of ancient Egyptian deity to keep it all musty and such. Everyone kind of wandered around looking at me like a plague victim, so I made sure and coughed whenever it was possible.
Basically, I feel that I'm in a transitional place. This transitional place seems to encourage me creeping the fuck out of myself, which is probably wrong, and I keep wanting to do a long meta post on the sudden proliferation of non-con-but-really-he-means-yes-not-no-even-if-he-says-no slash fic, except honestly, one, it's not sudden or new, two, do I really want to be flamed (that would be a maybe), and three, teh word hypocrite comes to mind when I look back on a few of my SV fics. And four, it'd be like two pages of me saying STOP SQUICKING ME WITH THAT over and over again.
On the other hand, I need something to take my temper out on. And sadly, I no longer have Clark to abuse. My life sucks sometimes.
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From:See, I have no problem with non-con. But "he really means yes?"
Hrm. Meh. Gagh. *twitches*
And hee, fascinated nurse.
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From:"Who cares if she's deathly ill, her physiology is fascinating!"
Someone call Beckett for her, quick.
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From:::hugs carefully, or and picks a fight, whichever would be more helpful::
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From:I would totally read that.
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