tinhuviel: (Sick Ren)

Thanks to my wacked-out health, there was an incident last Sunday that landed me in an extended stay hotel until yesterday morning. As documented on my Facebook, I ended up with Blake's cold a couple of weeks ago. Since 2015, I don't just get to have a simple cold and be done with it, no. I end up with secondary infections and my sleep patterns and behaviour are almost always affected. That means I sleepwalk. After the cold began to wane, I developed some sort of viral infection under my tongue. I caved and went to the doctor about that last Friday. He gave me some lidocaine for the pain and told me to ride it out for about a week, at which time, it should be getting better. But it wasn't just that. A knot - infection? lymph gland? who knows? - began growing behind my left ear. I felt generally unwell. The next thing I remember, Janice is driving me to Crossland Suites. She thought I had over-taken some of my medication and, when she couldn't find it in my stuff, was not going to be convinced otherwise. I was so sick and out of it, I was incapable of explaining what I had done with my meds, and had no way to show her that all was in order, because I'd repacked everything a couple of days prior, along with the meds I'd had moved from San Diego to here. It was an effort in poor organisation. The next day, I Uber'd to the closest CVS and had them check my temp at the minute clinic. My throat was on fire, and I felt delusional, and couldn't think straight. I had a fever of 103. I got some aspirin and juice, and went back to the hotel to die. Then I lost my voice for three days.

Fortunately, I began to recover from this nightmare on Thursday.  Friday was the big day of the move, so I had to be at least marginally functional!  When Friday came, my voice was back, my mouth had recovered almost completely, and my throat was only a little scratchy.  I was still weak and underwhelmed, but I was present and accounted for.

It's been slow going like you wouldn't believe with the unpacking process.  I don't have furniture to put things on, and I don't want to put stuff on the floor, in the event Toby decides he wants to mark something, like an asshole, so I'm having to pick and choose what I pull out for right now.  Today, I wanted to smudge the apartment, and set up a little bit of sacred space in the bedroom, but I can't find my supplies and incense.  I've gone through everything and can't find an inkling of Witchery anywhere.  But I did find the prescriptions I'd consolidated!  I called Janice to let her know and, when I see her, I'm gonna show her what I'd done and why it looked so bad, when she went to check on my medicinal intake.  I also apologised for acting so wonky.  I really could not help it, though!

Yesterday, I got a delivery of cheese garlic bread and a Pepsi, which I have been subsisting on for almost 24 hours. About an hour ago, I did something I had not done since 2013: I used a pot and cooked soup on a real stove. To most, I guess this is no big deal but, for me, it's truly a momentous occasion that means several things.  It means that I'm more self-sufficient now that I have been in years.  It means I can begin to eat properly and have more variety in my life as a crap foodie.  It means that I am going to save a huge amount of money on food, because I have so much storage space, a whole damned fridge, and the ability to prepare food rather than depending on prepackaged junk food.  Cooking that soup on a stove top, in my own pot, with my own spoon, means that I am free.  It also means that Gordon Ramsay will have one more vegetarian pseudo-cook to rail at for existing, and daring to darken the sacred doors of a kitchen!

Of course, I could not have gotten to this mini-milestone, had it not been for the kind souls of my Tribe and our extended clan.  Were I able, I would cook up a flipping cauldron of soup and share it with you all, as we party as hard as a pack of introverts could!

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From my GoFundMe Campaign:

A short, but dire, update today.

I woke up this morning to find copious amounts of blood in Smidgen's litter pan. She must get to the veterinarian as soon as possible.

Please help me help my child.

tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
This week has not been the absolute tops, health-speaking. Besides the aggressive insomnia, the seizures and threat thereof, and another round of depression, I bit the bullet and finally took Janice up on her offer to stay with her and Uncle Michael whilst I recovered from the sinus infection and UTI.

Saturday morning came and I went home early to start cleaning house and spend some quality time with the beasties. The first thing I did was bend over to pick up some trash I'd knocked out earlier, and I lost my balance and fell on my head. This continued to happen until I truly fell out and couldn't get off the floor. But I started feeling really nauseous, so I grabbed one of the styrofoam cups I had just thrown in the bin. I proceeded to get rid of about a cup of pure blood. I went again, getting rid of about half that the second go around.

I called Janice and asked if I could come back to the house. She said yes. I got as far as the front porch and collapsed again. She had to help me to the truck. From there, I rushed into the house before I fell down, and collapsed on her couch. I slept for about four hours. When I woke up, I had a half cup of potato soup and tried to go to the bathroom. A few moments later, I open my eyes and see nothing but floor. Janice was calling 911.

The paramedics go there and assessed my situation, deciding quickly that I needed to go to the hospital. By the time I got to the E/R, my blood pressure was 62/35. The nurses kept saying "no wonder you kept falling out!"

At least it was not a seizure this time. They have me on transfusions and meds to coat the stomach. They also have me on anti-anxiety meds since I'm just a few feet down the hall from where Aunt Tudi passed away. That said, I'm sleeping alot, which is not something to which I was ever object.

I don't have the faculties to write properly right now; maybe later tonight or tomorrow. I will definitely get back into it as soon as I can. That and my beloved Tim Roth Tutorials. I wonder how hard TR would laugh if he knew his acting and breathaking looks were two huge factors in my surviving 2012 with a shred of sanity so far? He'd probably laugh, call me a nutter, and block me from his Twitter. haha

Okay, I'm outties for now. Gotta catch up on the evil facebook, then try to find something not stupid/unstupid/marginally less knuckle-dragging on telly.


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