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I'm spending today loafing around, recovering from some mild but lengthy bug I picked up while traveling. If you too find yourself trapped inside on a sunny weekend while all your friends have gone to Seattle to be tourists, go listen to this recording of Wil Wheaton, Jonathan Frakes and Levar Burton talking about Star Trek at Phoenix Comicon. It is good medicine. Warning: You may have the Reading Rainbow theme in your head the rest of the day.

In other news, I just finished a story I've been poking at for a while which features methane-based aliens with an outpost on Titan. Score! I love Titan. However, I don't love biology, and I've started a sequel to that story which focuses more on the aliens, which were only described in passing in the first story. My internal worldbuilding geek says I should find out how plausible their biology would be. (Reading that Centauri Dreams article, I had the thought, "would they live in extremely cold temperatures? That would suck for my purposes.") How plausible is it for a creature to see x-rays? (I think I'll give them a separate x-ray sensing organs, like pit vipers' infrared-detectors. I have them wearing special masks when they look at x-rays, but if they needed that, then how the heck would they evolve them in the first place? Wait, I have an idea!) This, my friends, is why I don't usually write science fiction. I'm just going to go with what I've got and flip the bird at my inner geek.

Ugh, sinus headache. I think I'm going to play some Echo Bazaar and then see if I can take a nap without being disturbed by the cat currently sleeping on my bed.
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Still feeling very slightly crampy. I'm actually wondering if I'm having a repeat of my stressed out appendix. If so, it's a very mild attack.

The first time it happened, way back when. Looking over the old LJ posts, I realize that's when my grandpa was dying, so maybe there was more stress in my life that I thought. I remember there was finals, but I didn't know why those finals should be any worse than any other.

And the second time, when I had to go get mom in DC.

Gah, going back and rereading LJ posts from the last period when I was poor isn't good for my stress levels. How the hell has my appendix not killed me yet?
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Norwescon was a blast. The only down spots were
A) Forgetting to buy Mark Henry's Battle of the Network Zombies. *
B) Missing folks who couldn't make it. and
C) The Tor Party, at which I kind of freaked out. I was exhausted, and the party was of course, loud, crowded and full of strangers. However, everyone I knew was also there, (yes, there was one notable exception, but I was too exhausted to deal with the emotional weight of being with that friend. See below.) meaning I couldn't go somewhere else to chill and still be social. Next year, I'm going to make sure I have a hotel room, even if I have to beg, bribe and cajole folks to share with me. I really, really needed a nap and possibly private introvert space.

* Totally remedied on the drive home. My mom needed to use the bathroom, so we stopped at the Northgate Barnes and Noble.


Other downside: I was so exhausted when I got home that I passed right out. I was a little surprised, since while I didn't sleep much, it wasn't like I was running on two hours a night or anything. And the two-hour nap did nothing for me. I soon myself overcome with abdominal cramps, and quivering with a cold sweat. I wanted to barf so bad, but I eventually had to accept that it was just gas and curling up in bed was all I could do. It actually made for good mental processing time, since I couldn't do anything else until the pain abated. (When it got to a manageable level, I totally started Mark's book, because if anything is readable through potential food poisoning, it's a trashy zombie novel. I'm better now, and it probably wasn't food poisoning, but if John Pitts ends up with the same thing, it was totally the bread pudding, in the bar, with the unspeakable rich sauce.

Among the superawesome things:

Meeting up with an old, old friend who has a tendency to drop out of my life for years on end, and then pop up without warning. I saw him briefly last year, but the cliquish nature of Norwescon being what it is, I never saw him after that glimpse. This year, however, we got in dinner and a lot of conversation time, and I got to turn him on to a friend's upcoming book. We talked about the past and being young and stupid and if only, if only, if only.

Hanging with an awesome group who included Kat Richardson (and her glorious custom-made corset) and Cherie Priest. Every now and then, I feel like I've already learned everything there is to know about how the publishing business works, and then I learn otherwise. I feel like I earned a merit badge. (Basket accounting. If I understand it right, it's when the publisher requires a series of books to earn out their advance(s) as a unit before earning royalties.)

Early morning writing sessions in the Rotunda overlooking that really big pond behind the hotel. I actually got writing done at a con!

My kickass little hat (known as a folly, I was informed.) Made by [livejournal.com profile] zeldyn. (Check out her Etsy shop!) Turns out another of my friends at Norwescon also had one of her hats!

Being led by Camille Alexa through the party wing in a big long chain of half-drunk ducklings in search of alcohol.

I'm feeling very, very grateful. Grateful to friends who hooked us up with beds, grateful to pros for stuffing me with knowledge, grateful for folks like Nayad of Clarkesworld who encourage me to keep submitting despite rejection. Grateful to everyone for being so welcoming. I had a revelation about myself, about why it is that being with my friends doesn't drain me. I view the world and connect with it through my relationships. I tend towards collective identities. (Even though I know that all that is illusory, and that ultimately, I'm only me. I do manage to function as a completely self-sufficient unit, socially and emotionally.) I think that my ego actually absorbs the friends I'm with, basically bringing them under the umbrella of my identity, and keeping them from being energy drains. I bet it sounds like that could be a freaky concept. My ex used to bug me about needing to define people. And it's not like I'm saying, "you are now me, and I have as much control over you as I do myself." It's just that wither certain people, I have an awareness of closeness and our commonalities. We're united by our passions, or events, or common knowledge. Different combinations form different groups within the group. (And of course, certain bonds form barriers that are almost impenetrable. One word: Clarionites. I respect the barriers, especially since goodness knows I have them among my own circles, but having a relationship of a different sort with someone in the impenetrable group allows for temporary permeability. Me and another girl totally bonded at World Fantasy over being Roommates of Clarionites, who drifted along like superfluous, but attached, appendages on the Clarion Amoeba.)

This makes me think that my social energy loss actually comes from two sources. The first is the standard problem of people (particularly extroverted-seeming types) focusing on me, forcing my own shields up. The second is me attempting to batter down the shields I perceive between myself and others.

Okay, enough philosophy. I need to get back to bitchy zombies in love.
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If I were to take a wild, uneducated guess, I'd say I've got bronchitis. Not getting any worse, not getting any better. Got a doctor appointment in a couple hours. More then.

Con Crud

Feb. 17th, 2009 08:08 am
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Yesterday, mid-morning, my throat started to tickle. When I left to clean the day job, I started feeling weaker and weaker. By the time I got home, I felt like I'd been hit by a 2x4. Didn't sleep well, undoubtedly exacerbated by the fact that the only thing I had to suck on were the sugary sweets from Finland left by [livejournal.com profile] renatus last summer. No fever last night, but my throat was pretty miserable. This morning, for the first time in years, I had an honest-to-goodness fever of 100.9. So I'm calling in sick for only the second time in the 3 or 4 years I've been at Towner.

But hey, I get to finally dig in and really read. I finished Richard K. Morgan's The Steel Remains, about which I will squee later, and am flying through the Better off Undead anthology.
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I've been on a diet for exactly three weeks now, and doing well. Way back when, I topped out at nearly 200 pounds, but through exercise and generally watching what I ate, I dropped to 181 and hit a plateau. So now I'm tracking exactly what I eat, and making sure my calorie intake is different each day. I've been paying attention to what the package says a serving size is, and actually eating that. To my surprise, it's usually a substantial amount.
As a result, when I stepped on the scale this morning, I was under 175. In high school, I was 148(according to my ID.)

I've also been sick lately, but I'm hoping that's not a direct result of my diet. I figure it's equal parts: stress at work (co-worker gone to Turkey for two weeks, just got back), new kitten (KITTEN!) driving my allergies crazy, something nasty going around work, and yes, the diet.

So losing weight, but low energy.

But hey, I jut got some turkish delight from my co-worker! He also (at my request) got me a cd of turkish music, with songs whose titles translate into such fun as: "I Ate Your Meal", "You, Stand Wave So I May See Your Stature", "Man With Camel (Camels)", and "Grasshooper". And everyone's favorite, "You're a Flower, I'm a Bee."
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I just got a sebaceous cyst removed from under the skin on my head. I've had that thing for as long as I can remember, and now it's gone. I got to see it in it's little jar, about one and half times the size of a garbanzo bean.

In other gory news, Hikers find a body, probably from WWII, dangling in a tree.

EDIT: It was just a branch :-(

Can't talk

Apr. 4th, 2008 02:35 pm
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I've never really lost my voice before, and I've always wondered what it would be like. Now I know. Whenever I try to say something, my windpipe seizes shut for a split second. Probably a good thing. I think I'm going to be really, really bitchy today.
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Does anyone else get itchy when they work out? I seriously think I'm allergic to my own sweat.
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Tuesday and Wednesday the headache o'doom went away. Today it's back, with a twist. It's not as bad as Monday, but now I've weird, itchy body aches. You know that feeling when you're out in the snow with only jeans between you and your skin? And where the cloth touches, your skin just feels wrong? That's how I feel. Basically, I can describe it as the hangover that won't die. I'm also in perma-bitch mode.

Almost everyone I know is or has been really sick recently, but everyone has completely different symptoms. Frankly, I'm grateful for mine.
I think the nap I took, in combination with a snack and juice are making me feel better. Unghnn... looking at light hurts. I'm turning into a vampire, that's it.

Did I mention that when I cough, it feels like my brain is going to explode out of my forehead?

On the plus side, I wrote almost 500 words this morning, and will probably write more in a couple minutes.
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Yesterday I had a terrible sinus headache all day. Meanwhile, Keffy's recovering from some awful two-week illness. So when she got home, I asked her what her first symptoms were, and she said, "uh... an awful sinus headache."
Later, I glanced at my horoscope, which said, roughly "If you are uncertain about anything, consult someone who's been through it before." Thanks, Universe.
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Healing up is leaving me weak, so I'm grateful for the day off. I was planning on climbing the hill to do laundry and washing my spicy pants, but I think I'm going to sleep all day.
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Am home and happy.

As awful as it can be, I do get a masochistic joy out of being sick occasionally. It's an adventure, it gives me a chance to let people wait on me, and it makes me appreciate little things. In this case, reclining without pain. When I've fainted, I feel an overwhelming pleasure at lying on the floor. This is, undoubtedly, my body telling me to stay where blood can get to my head. But psychologically, it is the joy of total surrender of all control and responsibility, even the responsibility to maintain consciousness. This, of course, is dangerous. On my walk home, there were moments when I started to feel very slightly light-headed. I would have given anything to drop my bags and lie on the sidewalk, never to move again. Fortunately, I had a bottle of juice I sipped which returned my strength, and I had the willpower to slowly, patiently trudge home.



cut for gross )
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Several hours of sitting on my ass seems to have pounded my cyst into numbness. So all is pretty much well. After hustling from one end of the airport to the other after my plane landed a little late, I realized that I forgot that my shuttle left at 3 instead of 1, so while yea, I didn't miss the bus, I can't go to the 4 o'clock appointment at my doctor. The cell phone I bought with this trip in mind has proved more valuable than I could have imagined. In a few hours between Burbank and Seatac, I called my doctor to make an appointment, reschedule it (tommorrow morning) and let work know I'd be absent tommorrow.

So soon my travails shall be over, and I'll stop grossing you all out.
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Really!

Yeah, I fainted this morning. Scared the crap out of my family (just dad and my aunts and uncle, not the whole horde, they're not here yet) but eventually I'll be fine. It's just the pain, I think, and low bood sugar.
Oh, Christ, my mother's taking another bath.

Anyway, it means I don't have to go to church!

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