Day by day

[kerravonsen]

Well, my heel is throbbing after being prodded by the ultrasound man, and my arm is aching after having four vials of blood taken out of it by the pathology lady.

I am a clever lady. I looked at the list of tests that my doctor wants done to my blood, and I remembered some things my doctor had said, and I looked some things up on the internet, and I think he wants to check (or rule out) whether I've got Lupus or not. There really aren't enough indicators to say yes -- merely my heel coupled with my fatigue -- but having the blood tests done will at least give more data.

I am also a clever lady because I got Coles OnLine to work. They delivered the groceries late, but not that late, so now I have stuff; especially important, I have toilet paper.

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[mistraltoes.livejournal.com]

Eh, no, let's hope it's not lupus. Autoimmune disorders are the pits.

And yay for internet ordering and home delivery! It makes life so much easier, if a bit more solitary.

[kerravonsen]

I expect that's why he didn't tell me he was testing for it; he didn't want me to worry unduly.

Then I got up from my chair and put my foot wrong somehow (I still haven't figured out how) and had agony for five steps (you would not have liked what came out of Kathryn's mouth then) and I got all depressed and started worrying unduly. To have chronic fatigue for the rest of my life - yeech! And migrating pains in my joints -- bleugh! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!

And I may be a loner, but seeing nobody's face but my own for a week drives me nuts.

Who are those two ladies in your icon, anyway?

[mistraltoes.livejournal.com]

I expect that's why he didn't tell me he was testing for it; he didn't want me to worry unduly.

Then I got up from my chair and put my foot wrong somehow (I still haven't figured out how) and had agony for five steps

::sympathy pout::

(you would not have liked what came out of Kathryn's mouth then)

Eh. Unless you took the Lord's name in vain, I wouldn't have cared. In Shakespeare's day, there was no such thing as a "bad word"; the concept of bad words is entirely man-made and artificial. As far as I'm concerned, if it's all right to have a feeling, it's all right to express it. Though I'm often careful who I express it around; no point offending people to no purpose.

and I got all depressed and started worrying unduly. To have chronic fatigue for the rest of my life - yeech! And migrating pains in my joints -- bleugh! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!

See, this is why the doctor didn't tell you. If you weren't so clever, you wouldn't have this to worry about. So much for clever.

Anyway, it's too soon to worry about it. "Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof." And if you do get it, well, it's not really for the rest of your life, just the rest of your earthly life.

And I may be a loner, but seeing nobody's face but my own for a week drives me nuts.

Whereas I would love it. Though I'd be ready for some company at the end of it.

Who are those two ladies in your icon, anyway?

Ann and Nancy Wilson of Heart. That's my friendly/cheerful/creative icon. The resolution's not very good, but I'm just excited that I could figure out how to make an icon at all.

Now. Listen to some soothing music. Stop thinking about possibilites. Relax and concentrate on the now. And give thanks for the good things. ::hug::

[kerravonsen]

The words I used were all about excrement, so, not that bad. I'd never dream of taking the Lord's name in vain. But my milder expletives are made-up ones -- my youngest brother was very creative in that, and the rest of us took it up somewhat. So if you hear one of us saying "Prunes!" then you know we are annoyed. Other ones are "prunus maximus!" (the maximum amount of prunes), and "peanuts and raisins!" (which is more related to astonishment). I think this merely demonstrates and emphasizes the fact that expletives have no actual meaning. I mean, I don't actually hate prunes (though my mother can't stand prunes and custard, it being an institutional food which she had too much of. Since I dislike custard, I can sympathize.)

And I may be a loner, but seeing nobody's face but my own for a week drives me nuts.

Whereas I would love it. Though I'd be ready for some company at the end of it.

Don't be too sure until you've tried it. On the other hand, being unable to go elsewhere without a lot of effort probably contributes to the trapped feeling.

And I should probably shower (a challenge in itself) get dressed (another challenge) have breakfast (not forgetting my medicine) and then dive into the differences between regex and regexec while I still have the energy.