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I can never see the fangs . . .
. . . but they must be there somewhere. The doc changed my meds, and I have stumbled through the week, feeling generally rotten, unable to think my way out of a paper bag, with no energy (thereby stealing the 25th anniversary dance at ABD with Brave Combo, bah . . .) and sleeping at odd hours.
But twice a day, around 11 pm, and around 10 am, just before I take the meds again . . . then the fangs come out, the IQ jumps 25 points, and I try to take care of everything I have been wrestling with for the previous 12 hours. (Yes, I know that doesn't quite match up. I fumble for metaphor.) I am functional at 2 AM, and not at 5 PM. It's a damn nuisance. What's worse, I was feeling almost normal when I headed to ConDFW last weekend. But you could not find my meds in Austin for love or money, and the doctor had to give me something else until the manufacturer was on the ball again.
So I lost all that ground. My head and my hands are Not Amused. (Yeah, I know I owe a Report. Maybe this week.)
ConDFW was pretty good. I had to crater early, by con standards, to keep up my energy, and if W hadn't gone and driven, I don't think it would have happened. But I enjoyed the con. The lobby/bar was non-smoking until 7 pm every night, which was a tremendous improvement over last year. (Did the smoke add to my illness this past week? Probably.) I had first drafts to read at my reading. I did my short short from Flush Fiction (coming soon from Yard Dog Press) at the Yard Dog Press road show. I got a very good response--I read in character when I'm nervous, and I was really nervous. I think the panels went well. My brain was still out on vacation, but did phone in occasionally. Saw![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reudaly and sweetie, rachelcaine and spouse, hoosier_red, bevhale and her spouse MM, marthawells and spouse T, and as a bonus, sartorius from the far distant Pacific shores. Did not spend enough time with any of them, but it was nice to see everyone looking good and enjoying themselves. Even got to hear Martha's and Bev's readings, which never happens.
Did not make it to Fogo de Chao this time, as Sartorius doesn't do red meat, and there is no point in Fogo if you're not doing red meat (although they may have the best chicken seasoning in the universe). There was a nice dinner at Texas Land & Cattle, though. W & I adore their smoked sirloin, Bev and Mike had surf and turf, and Sartorius pronounced their smoked trout divine. The other end of the table was noisy and having big salads so they could destroy the dessert tray. The other major convention happening was trying out my stamps in books. I used the last name Kanji W got me for Valentine's, and a Gwen Frostic stamp I picked up last summer. The Kanji is a red moon peeking through Gwen Frostic bare tree branches, with one distant bird in flight. Nice and eerie.
W & I did hit up The Men's Store to measure my feet with the the Otabo system. The factory is south, and was hit by Katrina, so there's been no progress on opening up their line for women. The salesman said the shoes seem to work very well for clients trying to fit the tops of their feet. The soles? He hasn't seen as good a match. He asked me: "Are you trying to get a good fit on top or on the bottom?" "Eh...both..." Don't know if this will help me or not, but I think even half a loaf is better than the current problem, which is tennis shoes, clogs or MaryAnns.
Once home, W continued chipping away at the huge cement plug sitting in the middle of the new walkway. Dynamite was not an option, unfortunately. After getting the hole deep enough to hold the chisel upright, he bought a sledgehammer and split the thing in three blows. I think he's getting a lot of satisfaction from smashing things. Once it split, he and our good friend Richard were able to haul the things off the path. But now we're looking at the path with intent to move it around, avoiding the clean-outs completely. We'll place rock and live with it a few days, see if the new arrangement will do.
An old friend was in town this weekend. N & I got together with her once her historian duties were complete, and talked until 10 on Friday -- late for both me and N. Did not make it to Odd Friday, unfortunately, but trust there will be another time soon. I miss folk! The old friend and I did get to have brunch on Saturday as well, which I enjoyed, except for revealing how hard it is to think through these meds. I probably scared her silly, but she's tough -- she'll cope. Slept nearly two hours Saturday afternoon, but no strength for the dance -- had dinner and went to Half Price books for a fast walk around before closing. (Yeah, like we need any more books . . .)
norilana has sent her latest book, Dreams of the Compass Rose, a wonderful title. I intend to read this week, and will report on same. I finished up the latest Earlene Fowler mystery I had, The Delectable Mountains, and enjoyed it a great deal. She continuously does a great job with that series. Also spent the evening wrestling with downloading a web site I'm going to work on. No problem at all tapping it with WS_FTP, but of course I wanted to download it directly into Dreamweaver. I can do a lot of magical things with Dreamweaver, but I'm mostly self-taught, and figuring out how to get this particular FTP system to work was tricky for me. Finally the brain kicked in and I snuck up on the site, coldcocked it and drug it back to my lair. I'll need to bitch slap it to get its attention, but then it will be very cooperative, and I hope will be purring happily in a few weeks.
Yes, I *am* an administratrix. My site children love me and fear me . . ..
W's family is having all sorts of problems -- his FIL has injured his lower back, worrying in a 92 year old gent, no matter how spry, and W's nephew is in the hospital with unexplained intestinal bleeding. My family, at least, seems well and happy.
And that's enough blathering for now. I'm going to try and sleep. Pleasant dreams, all --
But twice a day, around 11 pm, and around 10 am, just before I take the meds again . . . then the fangs come out, the IQ jumps 25 points, and I try to take care of everything I have been wrestling with for the previous 12 hours. (Yes, I know that doesn't quite match up. I fumble for metaphor.) I am functional at 2 AM, and not at 5 PM. It's a damn nuisance. What's worse, I was feeling almost normal when I headed to ConDFW last weekend. But you could not find my meds in Austin for love or money, and the doctor had to give me something else until the manufacturer was on the ball again.
So I lost all that ground. My head and my hands are Not Amused. (Yeah, I know I owe a Report. Maybe this week.)
ConDFW was pretty good. I had to crater early, by con standards, to keep up my energy, and if W hadn't gone and driven, I don't think it would have happened. But I enjoyed the con. The lobby/bar was non-smoking until 7 pm every night, which was a tremendous improvement over last year. (Did the smoke add to my illness this past week? Probably.) I had first drafts to read at my reading. I did my short short from Flush Fiction (coming soon from Yard Dog Press) at the Yard Dog Press road show. I got a very good response--I read in character when I'm nervous, and I was really nervous. I think the panels went well. My brain was still out on vacation, but did phone in occasionally. Saw
reudaly and sweetie, rachelcaine and spouse, hoosier_red, bevhale and her spouse MM, marthawells and spouse T, and as a bonus, sartorius from the far distant Pacific shores. Did not spend enough time with any of them, but it was nice to see everyone looking good and enjoying themselves. Even got to hear Martha's and Bev's readings, which never happens.Did not make it to Fogo de Chao this time, as Sartorius doesn't do red meat, and there is no point in Fogo if you're not doing red meat (although they may have the best chicken seasoning in the universe). There was a nice dinner at Texas Land & Cattle, though. W & I adore their smoked sirloin, Bev and Mike had surf and turf, and Sartorius pronounced their smoked trout divine. The other end of the table was noisy and having big salads so they could destroy the dessert tray. The other major convention happening was trying out my stamps in books. I used the last name Kanji W got me for Valentine's, and a Gwen Frostic stamp I picked up last summer. The Kanji is a red moon peeking through Gwen Frostic bare tree branches, with one distant bird in flight. Nice and eerie.
W & I did hit up The Men's Store to measure my feet with the the Otabo system. The factory is south, and was hit by Katrina, so there's been no progress on opening up their line for women. The salesman said the shoes seem to work very well for clients trying to fit the tops of their feet. The soles? He hasn't seen as good a match. He asked me: "Are you trying to get a good fit on top or on the bottom?" "Eh...both..." Don't know if this will help me or not, but I think even half a loaf is better than the current problem, which is tennis shoes, clogs or MaryAnns.
Once home, W continued chipping away at the huge cement plug sitting in the middle of the new walkway. Dynamite was not an option, unfortunately. After getting the hole deep enough to hold the chisel upright, he bought a sledgehammer and split the thing in three blows. I think he's getting a lot of satisfaction from smashing things. Once it split, he and our good friend Richard were able to haul the things off the path. But now we're looking at the path with intent to move it around, avoiding the clean-outs completely. We'll place rock and live with it a few days, see if the new arrangement will do.
An old friend was in town this weekend. N & I got together with her once her historian duties were complete, and talked until 10 on Friday -- late for both me and N. Did not make it to Odd Friday, unfortunately, but trust there will be another time soon. I miss folk! The old friend and I did get to have brunch on Saturday as well, which I enjoyed, except for revealing how hard it is to think through these meds. I probably scared her silly, but she's tough -- she'll cope. Slept nearly two hours Saturday afternoon, but no strength for the dance -- had dinner and went to Half Price books for a fast walk around before closing. (Yeah, like we need any more books . . .)
norilana has sent her latest book, Dreams of the Compass Rose, a wonderful title. I intend to read this week, and will report on same. I finished up the latest Earlene Fowler mystery I had, The Delectable Mountains, and enjoyed it a great deal. She continuously does a great job with that series. Also spent the evening wrestling with downloading a web site I'm going to work on. No problem at all tapping it with WS_FTP, but of course I wanted to download it directly into Dreamweaver. I can do a lot of magical things with Dreamweaver, but I'm mostly self-taught, and figuring out how to get this particular FTP system to work was tricky for me. Finally the brain kicked in and I snuck up on the site, coldcocked it and drug it back to my lair. I'll need to bitch slap it to get its attention, but then it will be very cooperative, and I hope will be purring happily in a few weeks.Yes, I *am* an administratrix. My site children love me and fear me . . ..
W's family is having all sorts of problems -- his FIL has injured his lower back, worrying in a 92 year old gent, no matter how spry, and W's nephew is in the hospital with unexplained intestinal bleeding. My family, at least, seems well and happy.
And that's enough blathering for now. I'm going to try and sleep. Pleasant dreams, all --
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I'm glad the meds seem to be making a difference ... sorry they're not working faster or better, though.
:-(
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The really crappy thing is, with two injections a week, I was starting to feel more like me again. Bloated, perhaps, but I could feel writing things stirring beneath the surface. That was shot in the foot with the new tablets.
We'll see, I wrote to the doctor to ask for instructions. I don't think she expected this much of a setback from a different Rx. (Or maybe she did -- the LBb Herxed mightily . . ..)
It would be nice to get together, it seems like ages. Are you already booked for Saturday night/Sunday this week? N seemed a little better -- two nights of real sleep -- but a fall did not help.