apollymi: Duo, lowering sunglasses to look out, text reads "Don't fear the reaper" (GW**Duo: Don't fear the reaper)
I've had this page open for nearly two hours, trying to get this thing written when I keep falling asleep instead.

I think a lot of this is because I feel a bit shitty. I had to change my pad three times in under two hours today. I literally bled through two pads and through my underwear and through my jeans and onto my desk chair two different times today. After that, I just had to change my pad every two hours or so the rest of the day.

I also changed my doctors appointment from 22 August to 8 August, the soonest appointment that was available. I'm hoping to discuss: this weirdly ongoing period, my heel pain, and getting a renewal on my anti-depressants. Because I need them, precious.

And that's it. I literally cannot keep my eyes open any longer, so I'm going to go dive under my sheets and enjoy the hell out of my pillow.

Good night, all.
apollymi: Future Trunks looking down and blushing, text reads "blush" (DBZ**Trunks: BLUSH!!!)
I guess I really don't have anything to say for myself for today.

I went to work. I wrote. I tried not to let myself get too distracted with other shit when I'm trying to accomplish any of the above.

I am hoping that I'm not starting to get my annual sinus infection again. I'm all stuffed up, though, and my ears hurt when I bend over, so it's looking like that's pretty solid maybe. I'm going to try heading it off with some sinus medicine and see if that helps any.

And yeah, that's about it for me for today. Later, all.
apollymi: Loose jumble of books, text reads "The keyboard makes me their god" (My Writing: Keyboard makes me their god!)
I have a certain biting/nibbling feline son trying very desperately to help me write this journal entry, so it's probably going to be very short. Getting your fingers bitten when you're trying to type does tend to make that activity very difficult.

And to make matters worse, I think he thinks that this is a fun play game we're doing. He takes a bite out of my finger, I put him back on the floor, he gets right back up and does it again, I put him right back down on the floor, and repeat ad nauseum. Because in a battle of stubborn, Roo and I are evenly matched.

No, actually, I'm lying there to try to protect my own dignity. Roo usually wins these battles of wills. He's a lot more stubborn than I am, sadly enough.

I've spent most of the day cramping like a son of a bitch and editing stories for [personal profile] katsuko in Worst Case Scenario. Because that's a thing.

And yeah, I think that's about all he's going to let me do. I think I'm going to take the laptop back the hall and try to make words happen that way.

(I keep thinking that maybe he would let me get words done on the desktop, but... I seriously doubt it.)
apollymi: Stitch looking shocked and dismayed, text reads "Oh noes!" (L&S**Stitch: Oh Noes!)
It was a lazy damn day. And that was a very good thing.

I thought I was actually done with that extra long period, but nope, it came back. I had been down to just spotting, but the floodgates opened back up. I'm not sure if it's a continued period or the same one still ongoing, but I know my tracker won't let me start a new period so close to the last one, so I'm having to input it as the same one.

So basically, I've had a 28 day period so far. And it's showing no sign of stopping. It sucks, and I hate it.

And yeah, that's about it. Good day for writing, bad day for not hurting.

And that's it. Later, all.

Tired

Friday, 30 June 2017 10:53 pm
apollymi: Tracy on the phone, looking very unimpressed (FK**Tracy: Not impressed)
I'm tired. I've gotten very little sleep over the last few nights, mainly because my brain just refuses to shut down for me to go to sleep until ridiculously late. And I am now physically exhausted, like falling asleep in Panera Bread exhausted, but my brain is not there yet. It is fucking wound.

I made through a period that lasted from 05 June until 28 June with only minor cramps. In the two days since it ended, however, I have had some hella cramps, the kind where I actually get out the heating pad to deal with them.

So I think I'm going to take my heating pad and go back the hall. I'll see if I can't manage to make sleep happen.

Later, all.

Oh well

Thursday, 22 June 2017 09:43 pm
apollymi: Drawing of cross-looking chick, holding a teabag. Text reads "No tea No work" (Stock: No tea = no work)
I'm in a contrary brain space.

I want to make more words happen. The harder I try, the less they want to come.
I get in a writing groove but have to leave at the end of my lunch break. I can't make words happen now.
"You look like you're enjoying your music." I cut off my music.
I'm so damn tired. I don't want to go to bed yet in case words do happen.
I feel like shit and want to talk. If I start thinking about talking, I start feeling like I'm choking.

As far as #365k/365Day is going, I've written over 268k so far. I'm approximately 73% of the way to goal. I've ended each month with at least 6,000 words over where I needed to be. My best month so far has been May, where I wrote nearly 36,000 more words than I needed. I might have the occasional shitty writing day, but I'm not letting myself get behind where I need to be.

I'm still on my goddamn period. I've been on my period since June 5. Monday will be three damn weeks. I'm fucking sick of it. It shows no sign of slowing down or stopping.

[community profile] 15kinks is... ongoing. I've had a few good writing nights in a row off it, so that's good. I still feel like it's ridiculous and unreadable and so fucking pointless, but I have one damn anonymous reader on Tumblr. I'm writing for them.

And on that contrary note, I'm fucking sick of Tumblr too. I haven't quite taken it off my phone yet. But it's not far from it either.
apollymi: Stitch looking shocked and dismayed, text reads "Oh noes!" (L&S**Stitch: Oh Noes!)
It's only Wednesday, and I'm already starting the 'ready for the weekend' song and dance routine. But it's true. I am ready for the weekend.

I'm hoping to get by the eye doctor this weekend, me and [personal profile] katsuko both. I need new contact lenses like months ago, and she's sadly in need of new glasses. If we can at least get prescriptions for them both, then we can start shopping around for good prices on them.

I'm still working on [community profile] 15kinks. I finished the "Fisting" prompt, and now I'm working on both "Spanking" and "Role Playing" at the same time. Because I'm crazy, apparently. [personal profile] katsuko is trying to make her way through the rest of the stuff at Rose Creek, so that we can start getting to the juicier bits, where they're starting a relationship, not just... you know... fucking.

And I guess I'm going to apply myself towards these two prompts.

Goodnight, all.

All I can do

Friday, 16 June 2017 11:30 pm
apollymi: Stitch in a cape and hood, no text (L&S**Stitch: The... fuzzy blue alien kni)
It's all I can do today to keep my eyes open long enough to do much of anything.

It's kind of been a really long, long day. Tomorrow is going to be just as long.

I'm trying to get sick, and I'm not enjoying it.

And that's it for me.

Goodnight, all.

Felined

Thursday, 15 June 2017 10:32 pm
apollymi: Doujinshi art of Sirius Black, no text (HP**Sirius: Do not approve)
My lap has been pretty thoroughly felined. In other words, Roo has taken over my lap and is using it as his secret base from which to launch sneak attacks on the keyboard. This means either trying to lift the keyboard cover off the keys themselves or bite at my fingers. He's fine with either one, even if I'm not.

The interesting thing about trying to do collaborate writing in Google Documents is being able to see the words someone else is writing go into the the file in almost real time. It gets funnier when you get to see the typos that go along with the writing live as well.

Reading-wise, my life has been pretty damn good. Two of my favorite The Magnificent Seven stories updated in the last two days: Luck of the Draw and Melt the Elements. These are actually two of my very favorite Mag7 stories, so it kinda makes my day to see them both updated. It would be lovely if one of the other Mag7 stories I love updates tomorrow to keep the trend going. (I'm hoping for "Shifting Through the Ashes" by [archiveofourown.org profile] SnubbingApollo. It hasn't updated in months, and I need more STAT.)

I spent nearly 6 weeks without a period. I finally got it last Monday after spotting all the weekend before. I've had it since last Monday. Let me repeat that: I have had my period ongoing since 05 June. It's showing no signs of stopping. Or easing. Or even slowing down. And I'm now googling veggie foods that are high in iron, because I actually came pretty close to passing out at work today. Obviously this was no fun (or else I wouldn't be trying so hard to find something to take or eat to counter it), but it would have been the ideal day for it: we had a bunch of doctors in today getting recertified.

And yeah, that's about it for me for today. I'm going to go lay down and try to see if some rest will make me feel better. Later, all.

Lazy day

Thursday, 16 March 2017 10:45 pm
apollymi: Hicks holding Ripley back, text reads "Together" (Aliens**Hicks/Ripley: Together)
I did a whole lot of nothing today. I feel vaguely more human than I did yesterday or the day before, but I also feel like I could use two or three more days of this to be in a better place mentally. I'm still working on it, and mostly it involves sleeping a lot. But I'm getting there. I'm trying.

I still have moments where I just want to go jump off a bridge. I'm not exaggerating. I want to jump off a bridge. I'm afraid of heights. But no, my brain has decided that the 400-to-85N overpass looks really fucking appealing. I drive over it once a week, and I drive under it three or four times a week. It's a constant thought. I tell myself that rush hour traffic is bad enough without a body to contend with too. Some days it even helps.

What I haven't done yet today is write. I've answered questions about writing. I've read other people's writing. But I have done very little of my own.

I need Wicked Ones to talk to me. I need to know what the hell is going on in Joshua's head, post-confrontation with Goody. I know he's working his own way to a better mental place, but he's not 100% there yet.

Damn, I wish all my friends from all my fandoms would watch this movie. I appreciate all the reviews and such I've been getting, but there are just times I want to see what [personal profile] desolate03 or [personal profile] daimeryan_rei think of some of the crap I'm writing right now. Granted, some of the stories are so AU that you almost don't need to have seen the movie. But sometimes we just flat out skip scenes that we didn't change from the movie, so that doesn't actually work.

The cut on my hand is looking a little closer to healed. I almost think the part across the meat is nearly there. It's the part that's closer to the side and the nail that is still lingering. The butterfly bandages have done a great job of keeping it from moving and all, so it is getting a chance to heal up nicely. It ain't gonna be pretty, but hopefully sooner or later, it'll be healed up.

What little I have written today has been on Monstrous: After Midnight. I'm working on the final battle in chunks and pieces. I have a whole mess of things that have to happen. I need to get through the Gatling gun, Fae-raday being shot, Jack Horne turning wendigo, blowing up the Gatling gun, and the aftermath. I don't know what [personal profile] katsuko's plans are, if she's going to try to get us to the point I'm writing, if she's going to tackle the Bogue takedown, or what's happening.

And that's enough whinging for today. I've been working on this for well over an hour now. That's longer than any journal post of any length should take.

Later, all.

So, yeah

Sunday, 12 March 2017 10:51 pm
apollymi: Pissed off Vasquez, no text (Mag7**Vasquez: Angry)
I got not a lot to say for myself today. I'm cramping like a motherfucker, but that only started this evening.

We got up this morning with the fullest of intentions of going to Urgent Care and getting my stitches taken out. When we got there, though, it was all "everyone should have been telling you that you can't have them removed here without having to pay extra, because your insurance doesn't cover doing that here". If I did it like the previous two doctors had told me to do, it would have been at least another $65 to $80, on top of the copay for the visit itself. We had to put change into dollars to put in the bank to get up the $20 copay, so there was no way we could do $100.

Got home and I text Mum to let her know what was going on. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. She immediately started texting Jesse and coordinating and shit. And then she started texting us everything we would need to take out my stitches ourselves. And we did. I cut, and [personal profile] katsuko removed. It took us all of 10 minutes, and most of that was because I couldn't get the scissors under the last stitch.

I still feel like I'm being held together with spit and a prayer, but that's more on an emotion level. The hand might be painful and less than perfect, but it's in decent enough shape. So long as I don't overdo anything, I should actually even be okay.

A lot of that "spit and a prayer" feeling comes from work. I'm just so... about it all. If I had another job lined up, I would quit in a heartbeat. Half a heartbeat. But I don't. And I can't seem to snag one. And it's making me crazy. Crazier. Something.

And yeah, that's about it. I did my own damn surgery today, even if it was fairly minor. I damn near lost my mind at work. I'm taking Thursday off so that I don't have to work with Josh's bitch ass two days in a row. So I will be away from the job from Tuesday afternoon through until Friday morning's catering. So maybe I'll be in a mental place where I can handle work again soon. Hopefully. Maybe.

And that is definitely it. Later, all.

Updating the things

Wednesday, 8 March 2017 10:31 pm
apollymi: Captain America and Bucky staring at each other, no text (Aveng**Steve/Bucky: Watching)
So my hand ended up hurting too badly for me to even try to sleep last night, meaning I got less than an hour overall throughout the night. That in mind, I got out of bed a few dozen times to fuss about with the bandages, trying to loosen them to the point that it no longer hurt but would still stay on. I'd get it to what I thought would be a happy place, go back to bed, catch a few minutes sleep, then wake up with it hurting all over again.

So around 8:00, I went ahead and got out of bed to get ready to go to the Urgent Care. I woke [personal profile] katsuko up with the intention of telling her I was leaving and would be back, but she decided to go too. We got there by 8:45, saw the doctor by 9:15, and were out by 9:45. Doctor Patel was in and out in under 2 minutes, of course, but this is how doctors are, I've found. All the nurses I saw were excellent, though, and they who count, as far as I'm concerned. I'm supposed to start leaving it to air out a bit and only cover it to sleep and go to work. So that's fine. I'm also supposed to never, ever use Neosporin on it: only Vaseline. Which is funny to me, because I only used Neosporin because the LPN told me to.

It's also funny to me because it feels like medicine coming around full circle from where it was in the points of history I've been researching for The Magnificent Seven stories.

Everything above the cut is aggressively numb, which I guess is a good thing. Everything below the cut hurts and aches. The cut itself? It feels sort of... stretched. It only hurts if I move it too much and/or too fast or if something touches it too hard. Soft pressure? Okay. Gentle palpitations? Okay. Sudden movement? Not okay. Anything with pressure? Not okay. Anything weighty against it? Definitely not okay.

I didn't mention this to [personal profile] katsuko before today. But when I originally cut it and saw the depth of the cut (nearly halfway through the finger), my initial and completely numb thought was "Well, hell, I've just degloved my finger". Because apparently my brain has retained too much information from crime dramas.

Don't look up 'degloving'. Just... don't. Or look it up but don't look at pictures. It's a good way to lose one's lunch.

And that's about all I've got updates on. Later, all.

whinging

Sunday, 5 March 2017 10:34 pm
apollymi: Bakura and Kaiba, close up on eyes, text reads "Your eyes" (YGO**Bakura/Kaiba: Your eyes)
Yesterday's post was almost nothing but whinging. I didn't delete it: I just made it private-locked. It seemed like a better thing to do.

I feel like I should have gone with this morning, after all, though. I ended up slicing my hand badly enough that I needed either five or six stitches. To top it all off, I also had to walk the 35 or so minutes to the Urgent Care to get it fixed up, because [personal profile] katsuko was in the car. She ended up meeting me there, though, so that was nice. But it did take up most of our limited time that we had for food, which was a bummer. And all I managed to prep for the week before I cut myself was the sweet potatoes.

So there is that. Which was a pain. It will likely continue to be a pain for quite a while, seeing as how I have to go back on Wednesday for them to check how it's healing... and then the next Wednesday to get the stitches removed... if it's healing well on Wednesday. The LPN wasn't terribly certain that it was going to reattach, given the depth and severity of the cut. She actually used the word "gnarly"... and not in the 90s slang way either.

So I've got about six sutures in my left thumb, a metric shit ton of bandages on top of that, a splint, and this blue Coban stuff that holds the splint in place. I look like I'm smuggling a blue mummy around.

And I got no damn sympathy from most of my restaurant people. Chloe went with the old "good job" comment. Jesús just laughed and wanted to touch it and poke at it. Claudio did a wince at the number of stitches, but mostly he laughed and poked fun (but not in a mean way). Jennifer suggested I invest in some cutting gloves for the kitchen, which was nice. And Duncan was sweet as can be and helped me grab things where he could to help out. And that was very good.

Right now I'm practicing typing with nine fingers, and that's working a lot better than texting with one hand did. So that's a semi-positive, yeah?

I don't think I'm going to be catching up on my words for the day. I mean, I have a pretty sizable surplus, so I don't have to do a 1,000 words a day. It just makes me happier to have accomplished it.

So yeah, today blew like mad, I only have use of nine fingers right now, and the lidocaine is wearing off.

FML was invented for days like today.

From Mirko

Monday, 6 February 2017 08:44 pm
apollymi: Hatter with a cuppa, text reads "Tea?" (Alice**Hatter: Tea?)
Yep, still sick. I keep hoping that I will get to feeling better sooner rather than later, but it doesn't seem to be working, at least not yet. My Sudafed continues to be the hottest of hot dates for me.

My #365k/365Day is still going well. I'm still running a few days ahead, and I'm still managing to get 1000 words, give or take, most nights. I'm trying to get most of them during the day today, because I'm not exactly at my best.

[personal profile] katsuko has a very early day tomorrow, where she needs to be at IKEA at 6:00 in the morning. I'm going to drive her there, and then I'm going to go to Panera Bread until it's time for catering. I'm hoping that enough hot tea will be sufficient to keep me both awake and semi-healthy for the catering shift, and I'm planning on actually having a damn bagel for once, because I need to try to do some damn breakfasts every now and then. It's not something I think I'll be able to stick with, but I'm going to give it a go, at least for tomorrow.

And in other news, I'm going to go back to writing on the Mag7/Lev story. That Vasquez got particularly talkative to me. I'm taking advantage of it while I can. Of course, what I need them to do is give me Trinity or Wicked Ones, but I'll take what I can get. Maybe words for those will happen tomorrow.

And yeah, I'm out of journalling words, so later.

Super Bowl

Sunday, 5 February 2017 09:33 pm
apollymi: Hatter with a cuppa, text reads "Tea?" (Alice**Hatter: Tea?)
So [personal profile] katsuko and I are at work. We've had a grand total of five tables all night, because the Atlanta Falcons are at the Super Bowl. The kitchen has done a complete deep clean, scrubbing everything from floor to ceiling. [personal profile] katsuko and Michael have scrubbed the bar from top to bottom. I've tried to help out in places where I can, but I'm getting the feeling that my assistance is not appreciated, so I just pulled a bar stool around to the computer and tried to type. Too damn noisy, of course, for accomplishing much of anything, but I tried.

[personal profile] katsuko and I are going to dinner with Michael and his husband, Simon, after we get out of here. I'm going to be pet sitting their dog later in the month, and they wanted a chance to have a sit down first. Fair enough. Plus, Chinese food. I've been craving, so this is a good.

I'm still sick as a dog, but I'm trying to push myself along. I'm going to keep on keeping on. I will not be participating in any alcohol tonight with the friends, because I've been taking so much cold medicine over the last few days.

And yeah, that's about it. I'm going to try to keep writing until [personal profile] katsuko is released for the night. And yeah, that's about it.

Still sick

Saturday, 4 February 2017 09:42 pm
apollymi: Hatter with a cuppa, text reads "Tea?" (Alice**Hatter: Tea?)
I'm still sick. I'm getting by on DayQuill, NyQuill, and Sudafed for now, but it's still not a lot of fun. I dislike sniffling all the time, and it feels like that's all I'm doing right now. I'm also still coughing, sneezing, and generally feeling cruddy as hell. I'm going to get the gumption up sooner or later to make myself some more hot drink, maybe my lemon mint sickie tea, but I'm not quite there yet.

I also haven't written anything yet today, mainly because I'm feeling so damn cruddy. The fact that I stayed in bed until 11 this morning probably didn't help matters either. Unfortunately that was the latest Roo would permit me to stay abed, though; his tummy wasn't waiting any longer. Which, fair play to him, he gave me that much time at least. Situations were reversed, I'm not sure I would.

Hell, usually he doesn't. Usually if I try to sleep in, he comes and wakes me up by 8:30 or so. I guess he knew I'm not feeling well.

And fuck it, I made me some sickie mint-lemon-ginger tea. Hopefully it'll clear me up enough to sleep tonight.

And now that Roo has arrived to help me type, I'm going to quit that for now and just read. And try to write. But mostly read.

Sick

Friday, 3 February 2017 11:50 pm
apollymi: Hatter with a cuppa, text reads "Tea?" (Alice**Hatter: Tea?)
I am currently struggling to breathe through my nose. It's not working well. Just about everyone in the restaurant is sick right now, though most of us have different issues/symptoms: Teo has a head cold, Carlos is getting over food poisoning, Claudio has a cough and 100° feber, and I've got a hell of a lot of congestion with a cough and sneezing. [personal profile] katsuko is exhausted, Chloe is overwhelmed, Natalka came in with a nasty headache, Steve just got back from helping a friend move from Denver, Colorado, to Miami, Florida, and Michael is in the middle of his PhD thesis presentations. That leaves Ana, the three Jesúses, Mario, Jacson, and Alfredo as the only completely well ones.

I got my diagnostic from AutoZone on the car. There was the Cylinder Three misfire thing, plus a note about how there might be a vacuum leak at the intake manifold. It could be as simple as something clogging the lines, the guy there said, or it could be something more in depth.

Either way, it needs to be repaired before the 19th, so I can get the car retested for free.

And now I'm thinking that the Nyquil and I have a hot date. Later, all.

Another long day

Sunday, 29 January 2017 10:21 pm
apollymi: Blank background, text reads "What I really need are minions" (Text: I need minions)
I've been having a series of long days. Today was another in it. Mostly because I'm on the rag, and all I've felt like today has been: (1) a warm kitty laying over my uterus, (2) having a lot of cheap ass and terrible for me cheese, (3) saying a lot of words that I normally find very distasteful, and (4) dropkicking noisy coworker boys across the restaurant. In fact, I think my exact words for what I wanted to do was "cunt punt the noisy ass little fucks across the damn dining room if they don't shut the fuck up". Don't ask me how I'm going to cunt punt them: just know that I fully intended to do so.

However, I've now had my cheese dip--even if [personal profile] katsuko did spring for some fancier cheese dip than I was thinking--and I've watched some Leverage. I'm feeling a bit happier now, so there is less chance of that happening.

We do have to find out what's going on with the Suntrust ATM we usually deposit [personal profile] katsuko's money at. It ate about $63 worth of money and didn't deposit it into her account. Of course, well, that's rent money, so if it doesn't deposit, that's going to be a pretty huge issue. Every penny counts right now, ya know? So we're going into the branch tomorrow morning around catering, to see what exactly they have to say for themselves.

And I managed to get the Mean Faraday to start talking again... only right now he's being a maudlin Faraday. I don't care: he's talking again. Shit's about to go down that will help improve him some.

And Christ, we've been getting the best reviews lately. It's making me feel a whole lot better with this shit, especially Wicked Ones. Mean Faraday appreciates the love. It's got him willing to talk again.

Sniffles

Friday, 16 December 2016 11:26 pm
apollymi: Hatter with a cuppa, text reads "Tea?" (Alice**Hatter: Tea?)
Okay, I have a bad case of the sniffles. It's almost embarrassing. But it also seems to be a case of I'm slowly getting better, so that's a good thing, yeah?

On the downside, though, the living room light hurts my eyes, and I am just ready to collapse.

But I also want to be writing. FML. Just FML.

NaNoWriMo Day 21

Monday, 21 November 2016 11:29 am
apollymi: Hatter with a cuppa, text reads "Tea?" (Alice**Hatter: Tea?)
I somehow managed to get 2000 words last night, so I'm not falling behind. In the latter half of the month, I've only had one day where I didn't meet my minimum words. Most days I've surpassed the minimum by a fairly good margin, at least in the latter half of the month. I think I might call that my "how I learned to stop worrying and let Mean Faraday talk" phase. Editing his rants later does tend to get me more words, so I'm not exactly complaining.

More in depth version of NaNoWriMo updates, with all attendant spoilers for The Magnificent Seven )

I was bad and spent a bit of my saved up money on a used iPad mini gen 1 and a keyboard case to go with it. Because carrying around the laptop or the full-size iPad gets to hurting my shoulders after a while. It's not even a long while, either.

As for health, no improvement, but I'm not getting worse either, so that's good. I meant to pick up DayQuil at Target this morning, but maybe I'll get it at Kroger tonight. Because I'm pretty sure we need wet cat food for the Black Kitty Committee and litter... and I know we need additional food, now that we've finished both the soup and the chili. I have two packets of Hamburger Helper in the cabinet, but that's two meals at best.

And as far as I know, the Thanksgiving plans are to go to eat at Loving Hut and try to get some writing done during the day. We're both working a dinner shift at Mirko on Black Friday, and I'm not sure if I need to pick up any for the new host. Carlos tends to bend over backwards for the other hosts: because they leave so quickly, he tries to accommodate them where he can so they stay a little longer. I'm hoping we manage to keep this one until her graduation in May/June or I find another job.

And that was a huge long babble about absolutely nothing, so I'm just going to concentrate on whichever boy (or girl, thank you, Jo Faraday) decides to talk to me. I will, however, as always, leave off with an up to date word count:


43892 / 50000 words. 88% done!