:(

Jul. 9th, 2010 12:25 pm
taleya: (Emo Fag)
So. Yesterday I was feeling off.

Seriously off. Like 'Having to lie down in the back of the car and falling to my knees throwing up until I was dry-heaving into garbage bins' off. Of course I had a PET scan, blood tests and had to get the PICC line dressing changed that day. -_-

So, I ended up having to go to the day treatment chemo ward to get the PICC line changed. And I'm surrounded by little old ladies and little old men in their 60's who are laughing and chatting and reading and feeling normal, despite various loss of hair here and there and have managed to get dressed and feel like normal people while I could barely manage to scrape on shoes and a jacket that morning. They're being irradiated and getting to be normal and meanwhile I'm barely able to walk 30 fucking feet without having to sit down, and leaning on my 58 year old mother (who's a freaking foot shorter than me) and I haven't had chemo for two weeks.

Not
Fucking
Fair.

But, to quote my dear departed grandad (the one I actually give a shit about) "Neither is a black fellah's bum"

Thankfully feeling better today. Although I have horrible blunt chalky radioactive farts from the tracer for the PET scan. Ugh. And the weirdest fucking craving for pate.

:(

Jul. 9th, 2010 12:25 pm
taleya: (Emo Fag)
So. Yesterday I was feeling off.

Seriously off. Like 'Having to lie down in the back of the car and falling to my knees throwing up until I was dry-heaving into garbage bins' off. Of course I had a PET scan, blood tests and had to get the PICC line dressing changed that day. -_-

So, I ended up having to go to the day treatment chemo ward to get the PICC line changed. And I'm surrounded by little old ladies and little old men in their 60's who are laughing and chatting and reading and feeling normal, despite various loss of hair here and there and have managed to get dressed and feel like normal people while I could barely manage to scrape on shoes and a jacket that morning. They're being irradiated and getting to be normal and meanwhile I'm barely able to walk 30 fucking feet without having to sit down, and leaning on my 58 year old mother (who's a freaking foot shorter than me) and I haven't had chemo for two weeks.

Not
Fucking
Fair.

But, to quote my dear departed grandad (the one I actually give a shit about) "Neither is a black fellah's bum"

Thankfully feeling better today. Although I have horrible blunt chalky radioactive farts from the tracer for the PET scan. Ugh. And the weirdest fucking craving for pate.
taleya: (milk it. You BASTARD)
OK ok ok you guys know that I have wanted one of these for fukken' years

AND NOW I HAVE ONE WENDING ITS WAY TO ME

*glomps like a mad fucker * I hope it can handle runic without blurring the chars, 'cos man, those spirex notebooks are history

In other news: Painkillers are evil. Seriously. two fucking pee-em. WTF man. That's my Saturday completely pooched. Plus you wake up dehydrated as fuck and with an annoying headache and you're not allowed aspro. Fuck you. Fuck youuuuuuuu.


Poor Penny is still very unwell and lethargic, but spent most of the day happily tucked under the doona with me. I'll save her a large pan of pie fixin's when I get around to making them.
taleya: (milk it. You BASTARD)
OK ok ok you guys know that I have wanted one of these for fukken' years

AND NOW I HAVE ONE WENDING ITS WAY TO ME

*glomps like a mad fucker * I hope it can handle runic without blurring the chars, 'cos man, those spirex notebooks are history

In other news: Painkillers are evil. Seriously. two fucking pee-em. WTF man. That's my Saturday completely pooched. Plus you wake up dehydrated as fuck and with an annoying headache and you're not allowed aspro. Fuck you. Fuck youuuuuuuu.


Poor Penny is still very unwell and lethargic, but spent most of the day happily tucked under the doona with me. I'll save her a large pan of pie fixin's when I get around to making them.

hmmm...

Apr. 9th, 2010 12:00 pm
taleya: (Default)
Was planning on going on a huuuged cooking jag this weekend and break in the vacuum sealer thingie. Not sure if I can be arsed now (pies! Pasties! TUNA EVERYWHERE! QUICHES! STEAAAAKS! SPINACH RICOTTA POCKETPUFFS!) It does involve having to drag a ton of meat home from the supermarket. *ponders s'more* Although Penny does need her baby food, and I will no doubt need to purchase more cigaros....

Also need to get off my arse and mow the fucking lawn. Or make [livejournal.com profile] torasin do it. Preferably before the ducks come back. And finish repairing the chook shed. And the guttering. And that garden seat.

I swear, I have been such a lazy shit of late....can't help it. been in a peculiar physical state of late. Hurts a fuckton more than normal, although I have been a very good kitty and not bitten anyone. Metabolism meds have also been fucking with me of late in a seriously peculiar manner. Seriously. I'm either eating everything in sight, or loathing the sight of food. I also very strongly suspect they're exacerbating my light sensitivitely. Goddamn side effects can eat my arse out with a spoon. A SPOON. End result: A rife case of CBF I have not known since I worked at Telstra. O.o

Noticed last night that the mark on my back is darkening again. Which is usually a precursor to more spinal shenanigans. OH JOY. YES THANK YOU. THIS IS JUST WHAT WE NEED WITH HALF OUR GUYS GONE AT WORK ALREADY.

In short: Falling apart. As per usual. Pass the glue pot. Fwaaaaaaaa

hmmm...

Apr. 9th, 2010 12:00 pm
taleya: (Default)
Was planning on going on a huuuged cooking jag this weekend and break in the vacuum sealer thingie. Not sure if I can be arsed now (pies! Pasties! TUNA EVERYWHERE! QUICHES! STEAAAAKS! SPINACH RICOTTA POCKETPUFFS!) It does involve having to drag a ton of meat home from the supermarket. *ponders s'more* Although Penny does need her baby food, and I will no doubt need to purchase more cigaros....

Also need to get off my arse and mow the fucking lawn. Or make [livejournal.com profile] torasin do it. Preferably before the ducks come back. And finish repairing the chook shed. And the guttering. And that garden seat.

I swear, I have been such a lazy shit of late....can't help it. been in a peculiar physical state of late. Hurts a fuckton more than normal, although I have been a very good kitty and not bitten anyone. Metabolism meds have also been fucking with me of late in a seriously peculiar manner. Seriously. I'm either eating everything in sight, or loathing the sight of food. I also very strongly suspect they're exacerbating my light sensitivitely. Goddamn side effects can eat my arse out with a spoon. A SPOON. End result: A rife case of CBF I have not known since I worked at Telstra. O.o

Noticed last night that the mark on my back is darkening again. Which is usually a precursor to more spinal shenanigans. OH JOY. YES THANK YOU. THIS IS JUST WHAT WE NEED WITH HALF OUR GUYS GONE AT WORK ALREADY.

In short: Falling apart. As per usual. Pass the glue pot. Fwaaaaaaaa

hurm.

Mar. 23rd, 2010 10:27 pm
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Hurm......

*ponders*

OK, I don't want to be That Writer, with the giant fic that mutates beyond control until everyone is so bloody embarrassed for them that they never point out that it's gone to shit.

Who wants to nitpick? Gonna make a custom friends filter for new parts of that damned brain-eating mpreg up on the Sherlock Holmes kink meme to be torn apart before I stuff 'em up there. Any takers?


EDIT: I AM TRYING TO ANGST. WHY THE FUCK AM I CONTINUING THE TALES OF JAMMY WATSON???

hurm.

Mar. 23rd, 2010 10:27 pm
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Hurm......

*ponders*

OK, I don't want to be That Writer, with the giant fic that mutates beyond control until everyone is so bloody embarrassed for them that they never point out that it's gone to shit.

Who wants to nitpick? Gonna make a custom friends filter for new parts of that damned brain-eating mpreg up on the Sherlock Holmes kink meme to be torn apart before I stuff 'em up there. Any takers?


EDIT: I AM TRYING TO ANGST. WHY THE FUCK AM I CONTINUING THE TALES OF JAMMY WATSON???
taleya: (Default)
My fucking hip and thigh feel like they've been fucking FLAYED. It wont' fucking stop, goddamit.


Someone shoot me please. Headshot, make it clean.

EDIT: ok, hold off the execution. Feeling less homicidal. And scared the shit out of poor B by punching a dinner plate sized dent in a decomissioned comms cabinet.

Mental note: Engage wheel locks before going primal. Physics is a harsh mistress.....
taleya: (Default)
My fucking hip and thigh feel like they've been fucking FLAYED. It wont' fucking stop, goddamit.


Someone shoot me please. Headshot, make it clean.

EDIT: ok, hold off the execution. Feeling less homicidal. And scared the shit out of poor B by punching a dinner plate sized dent in a decomissioned comms cabinet.

Mental note: Engage wheel locks before going primal. Physics is a harsh mistress.....
taleya: (Emo Fag)
Still hot

Still not king.

Still overworked as fuck.

Apparently the company has enough to keep us going for six weeks before we need to start reconsidering. Yay. _-_

But if nothing else, the stress is doing wonders for my muses.
taleya: (Emo Fag)
Still hot

Still not king.

Still overworked as fuck.

Apparently the company has enough to keep us going for six weeks before we need to start reconsidering. Yay. _-_

But if nothing else, the stress is doing wonders for my muses.
taleya: (Emo Fag)
[livejournal.com profile] torasin is a plague-ridden mange!

And according to the weather, the temperature is currently 6.8c Celcius with a wind chill of 4.3c. I should not be sitting in a house with no heaters turned on, rolling a can of coke across my forehead and feeling like a slow-broiled turkey. -_-
taleya: (Emo Fag)
[livejournal.com profile] torasin is a plague-ridden mange!

And according to the weather, the temperature is currently 6.8c Celcius with a wind chill of 4.3c. I should not be sitting in a house with no heaters turned on, rolling a can of coke across my forehead and feeling like a slow-broiled turkey. -_-
taleya: (Fuck)
Maple goes in for an emergency consult and most likely surgery today. The abcess is back and swollen and inflamed like an arthritic joint. Which is not easy because its seriously fucking tight at the moment. I might end up staying there the XX hours needed and bringing her home afterwards (which I REALLY don't want to do, I like leaving her in professional hands for the post surgical recovery) because it would save us an extra $100 or so in taxi fare.

Doing some tap dancing and working shit out because I don't want the emergency savings erased in case something happens between today and payday (Friday). I figure if I can my dental appt next week, I can have more wriggle room money wise and should be able to work this out with some juggling.

Damned silly rats *rolls her over and raspberries belly*

Either the pressure changes fucked my sinuses, or I caught [livejournal.com profile] residentgeek's cyber cold 'cos my entire sniffle system is fucked.
. And my chest is hurting again. Dammit either fucking have a heart attack or stfu. Was going to go to Fast Eddies last night for drinks, was that fucked up I ended up passing out again after getting up and zonking for another twelve fucking hours. The right hand side of my face still feels like it's about to rot off in one huge chunk. And my legs are arsed as per usual.


Yeah, it's a fun time to be me. -_-
taleya: (Fuck)
Maple goes in for an emergency consult and most likely surgery today. The abcess is back and swollen and inflamed like an arthritic joint. Which is not easy because its seriously fucking tight at the moment. I might end up staying there the XX hours needed and bringing her home afterwards (which I REALLY don't want to do, I like leaving her in professional hands for the post surgical recovery) because it would save us an extra $100 or so in taxi fare.

Doing some tap dancing and working shit out because I don't want the emergency savings erased in case something happens between today and payday (Friday). I figure if I can my dental appt next week, I can have more wriggle room money wise and should be able to work this out with some juggling.

Damned silly rats *rolls her over and raspberries belly*

Either the pressure changes fucked my sinuses, or I caught [livejournal.com profile] residentgeek's cyber cold 'cos my entire sniffle system is fucked.
. And my chest is hurting again. Dammit either fucking have a heart attack or stfu. Was going to go to Fast Eddies last night for drinks, was that fucked up I ended up passing out again after getting up and zonking for another twelve fucking hours. The right hand side of my face still feels like it's about to rot off in one huge chunk. And my legs are arsed as per usual.


Yeah, it's a fun time to be me. -_-

meh II

Feb. 18th, 2008 11:44 am
taleya: (Default)
Wandering through random google searches on my name. I'm on far too many rec lists o.o *moves uneasily*

Freezer came. It is teh schmexx. But I still has no squee.

Vaguely pondering starting up that cracked Ianto/turlough OTP idea again. Coffee and ginger biscuits. *nods*


*resumes flomping* arghh someone shoot, stuff and mount me already.

meh II

Feb. 18th, 2008 11:44 am
taleya: (Default)
Wandering through random google searches on my name. I'm on far too many rec lists o.o *moves uneasily*

Freezer came. It is teh schmexx. But I still has no squee.

Vaguely pondering starting up that cracked Ianto/turlough OTP idea again. Coffee and ginger biscuits. *nods*


*resumes flomping* arghh someone shoot, stuff and mount me already.

Meh

Feb. 18th, 2008 08:45 am
taleya: (Emo Fag)
I has no squee. No squee. meh. And kinda cranky. And emo. Stupid bloody hormones. Of course it doesn't help since I've got those lovely cramps that feel like your uterus is trying to tie itself in a sausage-like rope and drop out of your arse -_- (TMI? Tough!)


*sprawls forlornly and stares absently at dark, french-cinema-like squee-less existent*

meh :(

Meh

Feb. 18th, 2008 08:45 am
taleya: (Emo Fag)
I has no squee. No squee. meh. And kinda cranky. And emo. Stupid bloody hormones. Of course it doesn't help since I've got those lovely cramps that feel like your uterus is trying to tie itself in a sausage-like rope and drop out of your arse -_- (TMI? Tough!)


*sprawls forlornly and stares absently at dark, french-cinema-like squee-less existent*

meh :(

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