Ugg, I've been productive today, and now I'm having what's becoming a Tsathoggua Tsathurday tradition, slowly building anxiety and an inability to focus on anything"fun". But, at least I've noticed it, so maybe I can get it under control.
Oh, for the curious, I managed to get the books I keep on my desk reorganized, using a "spice rack" shelving unit to add more room, looks a little weird, but it works. I also finally got the printer I bought months ago setup, plugged in, and configured. Lexmark color laser thingie. (People who know me know I dislike working with printers because they are...quirky, especially with linux). Simple config, seems to just work. Oh, and got packages, spicy Latin phrases, pins from a Kickstarter I'd forgotten about, and the bi-yearly journal foo from the Friends of Arthur Machen. (aka amazing levels of book nerdery).
As the subject says, today is 7 months since I moved in, and it's a little
past 5 months since I basically went para-hermit. My plans for this place
have slowed glacially, but bit by bit things are coming together. The
library is just about setup, though nothing is terribly organized. But
that will probably take forever, given how easily it is for me to slip into
vapor lock right now.
Which will be my segue into the brainmeats. Not much has changed, Same
executive dysfunction, distraction, doomscrolling news/social media. But I
might be seeing an uptick. I've actually gotten some reading done lately,
gotten back into DuoLingo: Latin edition, and even worked on some non work
computer geek stuff. I still get the sads at the drop of a hat, and
anxiety is everywhere. But I have meds, I'm putting various coping skills
to use. One day at a time, one tentacle in front of another.
Other than that...oh yeah, any travel plans I had for this year are gone.
The one last thing I wanted to travel for was the HPLFF in Portland. But
the folks that run it made the logical/common sense call to make it all
online, both festivals. So next weekend is a short fest, to replace
the one that would be playing in Providence, and first weekend of October
will be the big festival. I'm sad I don't get to be with my fellow
Lovecraftians in person, which honestly is the best part of the 'fest. But
I'll get my movie fixes, and hopefully we can use technology to get some
socializing at a distance done. I'm also taking an little extra PTO for
both, so I can be extra chill.
Ok, I got distracted from this post...so I'll go ahead and call it a post.
And yeah, I know...two posts in one day. Don't get too excited.
Monthly Archives: August 2020
Stan: 7 year anniversary
7 years ago today I went from feeling off, to feeling ill, to the doc-in-a-box, to the ER with necrotizing fasciitis. Aka a flesh eating bacteria. Aka "Stan". I spent 2 weeks in the hospital, had 3 rather invasive surgeries, and spent 4+ weeks at home with a would vac and IV antibiotics. I could have died, the ER surgeon said if I'd waited another day, I'd have had an 20% chance of surviving. As it is, I have a beaut of a scar that it would be exceeding rude to show anyone randomly (the infection was in my groin). Luckily I wasn't body shy before this, because I was dropping my pants for a whole lot of people who _did_ want to see. Seems while Stan is not uncommon, it's uncommon enough that every doctor I saw (and there were a bunch) had an intern or 3 in tow, and would ask if I minded being a show and tell subject? And you know me, I like to help educate people.
So yeah, 7 years. Some days it seems like only yesterday. Other times it feels like it happened to someone else. So yeah. Btw, if you find an odd swelling on your body, and at the same time feel like you're coming down with the flu, get your ass to a doctor. It's a crappy time of recovery, but it beats being dead.
So yeah, 7 years. Some days it seems like only yesterday. Other times it feels like it happened to someone else. So yeah. Btw, if you find an odd swelling on your body, and at the same time feel like you're coming down with the flu, get your ass to a doctor. It's a crappy time of recovery, but it beats being dead.