Health Update

Saturday, Parkrun and Health Updates

I did well on the parkrun, but my feet hate me and my knees aren't happy, either. We shared lunch, I finished another chapter [401 and counting] and got to see my poor suffering Beloved.

When I heard that they were putting pins in her arm to keep it all together during the healing process, I imagined at most a couple per bone piece, all anchored in the plate that keeps everything in line.

What she got was half an Ikea's worth of scary long screws practically all the way through her bones along every inch. Her X-rays look frightening as hell.

She's currently drowsing her way past getting all her healing done. Good painkillers are her best friend right now. Maybe next week, she'll start feeling better about her place in the world.

I'll get on with my offerings very soon to now. I might even get one of my side-projects out of the way.

Tomorrow, I will attempt to commence bread. That'll happen after the TTRPG sesh.

I don't need four hour's nap after the sesh, but using nap time for incubation will help with the overall process.

Onwards to my offerings.

Tuesday, Patreon and Continuing Issues

Despite the best medicine I could find, Beloved is still fighting the cough. Might be time to visit a quack about it. Blargh.

I am powering on with A Devil's Tale and having fun playing with the adventures of my devilish dude, time, and the lady he will eventually meet, love, and marry.

I will eventually get back to writing the last book of my planned trilogy. Forced writing is bad writing, so going with the fun stuff is helping me stay

Saturday, Feast Day, Health Update

For those of you following the generic soap opera that is my life... it turns out that Beloved's diabetes medication and the Keto lifestyle do not mix.

We're going to have to make sure she has carbs enough to deal with the meds. Or get off the meds and stay on the keto. Whichever is best for her.

We know what it is. Great. We know why it is. Fantastic. I currently have no idea how long it's going to take to

I can handle this (I think)

I did order myself ten months' worth of Ashwagandha, at a hefty knock to my wallet. I'm... "fine". Sort of.

I can cope. I can deal. I can make it.

But...

It's gonna be tight for a little while. I can squeak by. I'm avoiding cash purchases this week, but that's me punishing myself for making a purchase that is more than my weekly budget.

...I should probably stop hurting myself like that.

This is another scar from growing up poor and

PLNs, Health, and Assorted Catastrophes

We've finished all the notching for the lowest side of the Kitty Kondo(tm), so that's ready for assembly. In light of the last asthma attack, I am now the proud owner of a SuperMask(tm) that makes a satisfactory Darth Vader noise when I breathe out, so yay. It does not smell, it does not make me feel like I'm suffocating, it especially keeps out the pathogens, and it's only mildly inconvenient with glasses, so it's a winner in my book.

I'm handling it

I've done the top of the TangleBag(tm)so now I'm doing the handles. There was some jiggery-pokery concerning getting there, but now I'm back to the old familiar doubles until I have enough to be a handle. The current extension is two inches long. Definitely not a handle yet.

The doc said the blip on my ear could be a wart, but the consensus is to get a biopsy and be certain.

I don't like having holes cut in me, so

What a Tuesday

I'm seeing the doctor, today, about a mole on the back of my left ear. The old terror of cancer has me fearing the loss of my Darwin's point and the result of a notch out of my cartilage.

Every single time I've had a cancer scare, the damn thing's been benign and in recession. On the way out, and not even dangerous.

I know, sooner or later, one's probably going to get me, but... so far, precedent is on my side.

Dat Organised? Am I?

This morning, I woke up at roughly half-past three AM [I had an early evening] and gave up on sleeping at 4. Instead of my usual procrastination, I pulled up my laptop and had a good old rant about Autism tropes over on my Wordpress.

Now that I'm here for my daily blogging, I'm back in the distractions but... eh. Whatever. I have one less thing to forget, so that's good.

You watch. I'll forget I posted it and do a twofer

Corner Turn

When something changes, we say that we've "turned a corner". Sometimes, it's deeper into the maze, but for me... well. I think things are looking up.

Our higher protein diet adjustment lets us have a little more freedom with the other things we have with said protein. Which means we can have the occasional treat.

Last night, it was small tubs of Häagen Däazs. The most luxurious ice cream on the market. Let me tell you, I have never tasted it before

Busy day

I'm seeing my dentist today. Always quote-unquote "fun". It's going to be more "fun" with a post-nasal drip that is -thanks, antibiotics- not green any more. I still have it, but it's less... virulent.

This on top of doing my daily writing, and a doctor's visit for Chaos this afternoon.

Today and tomorrow, I'm still taking antibiotics, and if I'm still horking chunks tomorrow, I will be getting the repeat. I can deal with these horse pills for five more days.

Finance

Six Weeks Left

Including this week, I have six weeks left of writing Clockwork Souls.

And I haven't seen anything from the beta-readers of Rael yet. Well. Apart from my lifelong nitpicker, MeMum.

Not complaining, I swear. I need to find all the tricky spelling errors that my addled brain has glossed over in the meantime.

Miss Chaos is also horking up green things, so I'm going to have to find some time in our busy schedules to drag her to the quacks for some

Oh Fuck

My car is due a service. Just freshly overdue.

That is going to co$t us. Lot$ and lot$.

All my lappy cash is tied up in bitcoin trading in the hopes of getting a better lappy in the new fiscal year. And since bitcoin is crashing at the moment, my hopes lie in buying low and selling dear.

Any extra cash I had has been sucked up in little disasters, rebalancing the credit card, and getting myself the odd shiny thing

Well, Shit

It is Friday, and I am still horking up chunks. Damnit.

Which means that I have to drag myself off to the Quack's for some antibiotics. Which I am flakey about taking for some reason.

On the plus side, I'm drying out. Which means the environment for bacterial shenanigans might just vanish. But I can't fool myself forever. Just as I wrote that, up came another chunk.

Can not be delusional with myself. Gotta book that appointment for me today. That was

I Swear I Feel Better

I'm still shifting chunks. They're not improving with time, alas. I moved two green ones this morning and am seriously considering antibiotics.

BUT...

If I can shift all the chunks by Friday, I won't need them. So I will be regularly doing saline doses on Max to help remove the gunk, and staying hydrated however I can stand it. When I get sick of Shamdy, I shall imbibe ginger/cinnamon/lemon tea. And vice versa.

I'm slow-roasting tonight's protein so that I'll

Screw That for a Gag

I have had duck tape on my feet for two frelling weeks because warts, and I just took it off to discover that it's either:

a) Pure Hokum
b) Only for warts on other areas

I looked up guaranteed wart cures and the duck tape was the only one to turn up in multiple areas. And the science seemed sound. Suffocate the skin in a specific area like -say- a bandaid left on too long, and the skin blisters and sloughs off

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A 59-post collection

Saturday, Parkrun and Health Updates

Tuesday, Patreon and Continuing Issues

Saturday, Feast Day, Health Update

I can handle this (I think)

PLNs, Health, and Assorted Catastrophes

I'm handling it

What a Tuesday

Dat Organised? Am I?

Corner Turn

Busy day

Six Weeks Left

Oh Fuck

Well, Shit

I Swear I Feel Better

Screw That for a Gag