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Jun. 19th, 2009 08:44 amI'm taking off work at noon so I can go fail at my driver's test.
wish me luck
Jun. 19th, 2009 08:44 amI'm taking off work at noon so I can go fail at my driver's test.
settle all your betting pools accordingly
May. 1st, 2009 11:11 am1 May 2009. Lamppost in a QuikTrip parking lot. Damage superficial on visual examination; true extent unknown.
If any of you have difficulty collecting your winnings, I know an incompetent driver who might help you break some kneecaps.
If any of you have difficulty collecting your winnings, I know an incompetent driver who might help you break some kneecaps.
settle all your betting pools accordingly
May. 1st, 2009 11:11 am1 May 2009. Lamppost in a QuikTrip parking lot. Damage superficial on visual examination; true extent unknown.
If any of you have difficulty collecting your winnings, I know an incompetent driver who might help you break some kneecaps.
If any of you have difficulty collecting your winnings, I know an incompetent driver who might help you break some kneecaps.
spoiler alert!
Apr. 27th, 2009 01:07 amI went to my actual doctor on Wednesday to figure out what was wrong with me, because not only was I still coughing, but I felt like I'd been run over by a truck, and even I couldn't believe that this was a normal stage of recovery.
It turned out that I had (spoilers!) bronchitis. This was a relief at the time, because my hypochondriacal web browsing the night before was leading me to conclude that I either had contracted pneumonia, had asthma, like my grandfather and my brother and my aunt who was just recently diagnosed even though she must have had it all her life, or, of course, both, with the former triggering the latter in a neverending cycle of DOOM.
I was prescribed a course of antibiotics and, in a pleasant surprise, was not allergic to them. I also got my own albuterol inhaler, a taste, literally, of my brother's medicine. It was very slightly soothing to my unhappy bronchial tubes, and I suppose that I coughed slightly less and slept slightly more soundly than I would have without it.
As it was, I slept for practically five days straight. Gradually I was able to stay awake and focus for longer periods of time, working my way first through a stack of Baby-sitters Club books that my mom had picked up for me at a garage sale, conveniently placed by my bedside, and later through series three of New Who, watched with my mother and in the living room.
I have just now gotten back to the internets, sweet internets (skip=400, oy). See, there are computers at my parents house, but you have to sit up to use any of them and I really was not feeling up to that ...
I cannot say that I recommend bronchitis. Unless you have enemies, in which case I will recommend bronchitis to them and gladly!
ETA: Was there ever any good Master/Doctor fic written that any of you are aware of? I mean, those episodes were basically porn and I want more.
It turned out that I had (spoilers!) bronchitis. This was a relief at the time, because my hypochondriacal web browsing the night before was leading me to conclude that I either had contracted pneumonia, had asthma, like my grandfather and my brother and my aunt who was just recently diagnosed even though she must have had it all her life, or, of course, both, with the former triggering the latter in a neverending cycle of DOOM.
I was prescribed a course of antibiotics and, in a pleasant surprise, was not allergic to them. I also got my own albuterol inhaler, a taste, literally, of my brother's medicine. It was very slightly soothing to my unhappy bronchial tubes, and I suppose that I coughed slightly less and slept slightly more soundly than I would have without it.
As it was, I slept for practically five days straight. Gradually I was able to stay awake and focus for longer periods of time, working my way first through a stack of Baby-sitters Club books that my mom had picked up for me at a garage sale, conveniently placed by my bedside, and later through series three of New Who, watched with my mother and in the living room.
I have just now gotten back to the internets, sweet internets (skip=400, oy). See, there are computers at my parents house, but you have to sit up to use any of them and I really was not feeling up to that ...
I cannot say that I recommend bronchitis. Unless you have enemies, in which case I will recommend bronchitis to them and gladly!
ETA: Was there ever any good Master/Doctor fic written that any of you are aware of? I mean, those episodes were basically porn and I want more.
spoiler alert!
Apr. 27th, 2009 01:07 amI went to my actual doctor on Wednesday to figure out what was wrong with me, because not only was I still coughing, but I felt like I'd been run over by a truck, and even I couldn't believe that this was a normal stage of recovery.
It turned out that I had (spoilers!) bronchitis. This was a relief at the time, because my hypochondriacal web browsing the night before was leading me to conclude that I either had contracted pneumonia, had asthma, like my grandfather and my brother and my aunt who was just recently diagnosed even though she must have had it all her life, or, of course, both, with the former triggering the latter in a neverending cycle of DOOM.
I was prescribed a course of antibiotics and, in a pleasant surprise, was not allergic to them. I also got my own albuterol inhaler, a taste, literally, of my brother's medicine. It was very slightly soothing to my unhappy bronchial tubes, and I suppose that I coughed slightly less and slept slightly more soundly than I would have without it.
As it was, I slept for practically five days straight. Gradually I was able to stay awake and focus for longer periods of time, working my way first through a stack of Baby-sitters Club books that my mom had picked up for me at a garage sale, conveniently placed by my bedside, and later through series three of New Who, watched with my mother and in the living room.
I have just now gotten back to the internets, sweet internets (skip=400, oy). See, there are computers at my parents house, but you have to sit up to use any of them and I really was not feeling up to that ...
I cannot say that I recommend bronchitis. Unless you have enemies, in which case I will recommend bronchitis to them and gladly!
ETA: Was there ever any good Master/Doctor fic written that any of you are aware of? I mean, those episodes were basically porn and I want more.
It turned out that I had (spoilers!) bronchitis. This was a relief at the time, because my hypochondriacal web browsing the night before was leading me to conclude that I either had contracted pneumonia, had asthma, like my grandfather and my brother and my aunt who was just recently diagnosed even though she must have had it all her life, or, of course, both, with the former triggering the latter in a neverending cycle of DOOM.
I was prescribed a course of antibiotics and, in a pleasant surprise, was not allergic to them. I also got my own albuterol inhaler, a taste, literally, of my brother's medicine. It was very slightly soothing to my unhappy bronchial tubes, and I suppose that I coughed slightly less and slept slightly more soundly than I would have without it.
As it was, I slept for practically five days straight. Gradually I was able to stay awake and focus for longer periods of time, working my way first through a stack of Baby-sitters Club books that my mom had picked up for me at a garage sale, conveniently placed by my bedside, and later through series three of New Who, watched with my mother and in the living room.
I have just now gotten back to the internets, sweet internets (skip=400, oy). See, there are computers at my parents house, but you have to sit up to use any of them and I really was not feeling up to that ...
I cannot say that I recommend bronchitis. Unless you have enemies, in which case I will recommend bronchitis to them and gladly!
ETA: Was there ever any good Master/Doctor fic written that any of you are aware of? I mean, those episodes were basically porn and I want more.
girls who wear glasses
Apr. 15th, 2009 12:41 amIt is a bad idea to wear six months worth of disposable contacts for two years. Sure, everything seems to go swimmingly for a year, eleven months and a couple of weeks, but then one day you find that you can't look at any form of light source without being stabbed repeatedly in the eyes.
I got Stan to drive me to work, since I was completely incapable of looking at the bright unrelenting world outside of the car and experimenting with various contortions to block the evil sun from my vision. At work, I ended up squinting painfully at my monitor with my right eye, which was the more painful of the two, almost entirely closed.
At some point I realized that a.) this was not normal, and b.) this was not going away. I asked my mom for her advice and she was the one who figured out that it'd actually been two whole years since my last checkup. They advised that I come in immediately, which was fine with me because I wasn't exactly getting a ton of work done while squinting.
Conclusion: inflammation of the corneas caused by excessive wearing of worn-out contacts. I have to put in corticoid drops four times a day and, of course, refrain from wearing contacts until this inflammation has been relieved and soothed. It is difficult to get a prescription filled when you can't see anything. My glasses aren't a huge improvement, since they're a couple of prescriptions out of date and also scratched up all to hell, but still, I like seeing. It is useful to me. I really appreciate the technology that lets me have perfect vision without thinking about it very much, although apparently I should be thinking about it slightly more often.
I got Stan to drive me to work, since I was completely incapable of looking at the bright unrelenting world outside of the car and experimenting with various contortions to block the evil sun from my vision. At work, I ended up squinting painfully at my monitor with my right eye, which was the more painful of the two, almost entirely closed.
At some point I realized that a.) this was not normal, and b.) this was not going away. I asked my mom for her advice and she was the one who figured out that it'd actually been two whole years since my last checkup. They advised that I come in immediately, which was fine with me because I wasn't exactly getting a ton of work done while squinting.
Conclusion: inflammation of the corneas caused by excessive wearing of worn-out contacts. I have to put in corticoid drops four times a day and, of course, refrain from wearing contacts until this inflammation has been relieved and soothed. It is difficult to get a prescription filled when you can't see anything. My glasses aren't a huge improvement, since they're a couple of prescriptions out of date and also scratched up all to hell, but still, I like seeing. It is useful to me. I really appreciate the technology that lets me have perfect vision without thinking about it very much, although apparently I should be thinking about it slightly more often.
girls who wear glasses
Apr. 15th, 2009 12:41 amIt is a bad idea to wear six months worth of disposable contacts for two years. Sure, everything seems to go swimmingly for a year, eleven months and a couple of weeks, but then one day you find that you can't look at any form of light source without being stabbed repeatedly in the eyes.
I got Stan to drive me to work, since I was completely incapable of looking at the bright unrelenting world outside of the car and experimenting with various contortions to block the evil sun from my vision. At work, I ended up squinting painfully at my monitor with my right eye, which was the more painful of the two, almost entirely closed.
At some point I realized that a.) this was not normal, and b.) this was not going away. I asked my mom for her advice and she was the one who figured out that it'd actually been two whole years since my last checkup. They advised that I come in immediately, which was fine with me because I wasn't exactly getting a ton of work done while squinting.
Conclusion: inflammation of the corneas caused by excessive wearing of worn-out contacts. I have to put in corticoid drops four times a day and, of course, refrain from wearing contacts until this inflammation has been relieved and soothed. It is difficult to get a prescription filled when you can't see anything. My glasses aren't a huge improvement, since they're a couple of prescriptions out of date and also scratched up all to hell, but still, I like seeing. It is useful to me. I really appreciate the technology that lets me have perfect vision without thinking about it very much, although apparently I should be thinking about it slightly more often.
I got Stan to drive me to work, since I was completely incapable of looking at the bright unrelenting world outside of the car and experimenting with various contortions to block the evil sun from my vision. At work, I ended up squinting painfully at my monitor with my right eye, which was the more painful of the two, almost entirely closed.
At some point I realized that a.) this was not normal, and b.) this was not going away. I asked my mom for her advice and she was the one who figured out that it'd actually been two whole years since my last checkup. They advised that I come in immediately, which was fine with me because I wasn't exactly getting a ton of work done while squinting.
Conclusion: inflammation of the corneas caused by excessive wearing of worn-out contacts. I have to put in corticoid drops four times a day and, of course, refrain from wearing contacts until this inflammation has been relieved and soothed. It is difficult to get a prescription filled when you can't see anything. My glasses aren't a huge improvement, since they're a couple of prescriptions out of date and also scratched up all to hell, but still, I like seeing. It is useful to me. I really appreciate the technology that lets me have perfect vision without thinking about it very much, although apparently I should be thinking about it slightly more often.
