Quick post

Wednesday, 13 September 2017 11:30 pm
apollymi: Ginji in taro/chibi mode with teary eyes (GB**Ginji: *wibble eyes*)
Yeah, I'm not sure I really actually have a lot to say today. I'm freaking exhausted. My foot hurts, my ankle hurts, my back hurts, and my shoulder hurts.

You see, I went into work this morning like normal. When I got to the right floor of my building, the lobby door was closed. It turned out that Prometric itself was closed, but Georgia State was open. So at first I thought, well, this will be a nice quiet day. That's what I get for thinking, though, because we ended up cleaning the waiting room, office, and testing room from top to bottom. Yes, literally from top to bottom: I dusted the ceiling vents and walls, and Glynda vacuumed. We ended the day with a two hour meeting, which wasn't quite as painful as it could have been.

But all that up and down took its toll on me, and now I hurt. If it wasn't so late at night and if [personal profile] katsuko didn't have a 6:00 a.m. shift tomorrow, I would take a Flexaril, but I completely forgot I had them until now. Whoops.

Anyway, that's it for me. I'm going to finish up this little bit of writing I have going, and then I'm off to bed. Later, all.
apollymi: Hicks holding Ripley as Ripley holds Newt, text reads "Family" (Aliens**Hicks/Ripley+Newt: Family)
So the doctor's appointment went fairly well. I'm pretty pleased with how it went.

I saw a temporary doctor today because my regular PCP is still on maternity leave. I kind of adore my temporary doctor, but she assures me that I will like the regular one once I get to meet her. Everyone at the office was super impressed with my record keeping and the fact I brought them in copies of some of my medical records. They all said it was a big help and gave them a good place to start, even if the records are four years out of date (because I haven't been to a doctor for more than a prescription top off or urgent care visit since then).

It did help that one of the records I found way a yearly summary, including medications I was taking at the time and what lab tests I had had done recently. Mostly those were checking and rechecking my A1C, my C-Reactive Protein, iron levels, and my thyroid levels. She expressed some concerns over the number of times they checked and rechecked my C-Reactive Proteins and thyroid levels. It seemed odd, she said, that they never managed to pin down the cause of my joint pain and just stopped at fibromyalgia without ever sending me to a rheumatologist. So she's not beating around the bush: she's sending me to one to try to pin down the problems with my joints.

Fibromyalgia is a diagnosis you only come to when you've exhausted all other possible diagnoses, apparently, and she was a little unhappy that they hung that diagnosis on me without those last few steps. If that makes sense.

So I'm back on some of my old medication: Albuterol (asthma), Maxalt (migraines), and Pantoprazole (gastroenteritis). I'm on a new antidepressant, Paxil. She's starting me on 10mg and will be building me up to 20mg in about a month. It's a chance to see if it's something that works better for me than some of the other things I've used over the years (Effexor, Zoloft, Wellbutrin, Zyprexa, and Elavil), since it might also help with my anxiety.

I'm just ready to start feeling more like who I used to be again. I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.

I have to go back in three weeks, which is going to be fun, let me tell you, trying to get more time off work. I'll figure something out. I always do. (I always have to.)

Anyway, sleep now. It's an early, long day tomorrow, between [personal profile] katsuko's 6:00 IKEA shift, my 8:30 GSU shift, and [personal profile] katsuko's 5:00 Mirko shift. If nothing else, this visit has resulted in an admonition to try to take things easier... as well as a note to let me wear trainers to work, so that my plantar fasciitis has a chance to start trying to heal some.

And yeah, that's it. Later, all.
apollymi: Stitch looking shocked and dismayed, text reads "Oh noes!" (L&S**Stitch: Oh Noes!)
I swear, I am actually getting sleep (somewhat) on these days when I'm not at work. Okay, I got sleep yesterday, but not so much today, since I drove [personal profile] katsuko into work. And since I can't quite seem to get drifted off tonight, I don't think I'll have a lot before going into work on Monday. Oh well, lots of caffeine will have to do the trick. I think I can handle that.

I'll have to handle it.

It was a fairly decent writing day, for all that I spent it bouncing between Panera Bread restaurants, drinking way too much hot tea and trying to stay awake. Granted, I didn't get as much writing done today as I should have. I didn't get enough done to make up for the couple of bad days I had Friday and yesterday. I never wrote less than a thousand words so far this month, but I've written less than my minimum of 1,613 (for 50k) and 2,097 (for 65k). I'll have at least managed that much tonight. I just won't have rebuilt my surplus that I had had going before.

I seem to have a bad case of snap, crackle, pop going with my shoulders and back. I had been going to take my laptop with me tomorrow to work, but I think I'm just going to stick to my regular purse and iPad instead. See if I can't cut down on my shoulder pain where I can.

And now, I haven't finished tonight's episode of Game of Thrones yet. No spoilers, please.

Long day was long

Tuesday, 30 May 2017 11:09 pm
apollymi: Bakura looking smug, text reads "Lead me into temptation" (YGO**Bakura: Lead me INTO temptation)
Today was a long day. I had to go to one of the federal buildings in town to get fingerprinted, so that I can test IRS candidates. Google Maps sent me to the wrong building. Security in that building didn't know what it was I needed, so they sent me to another building, who sent me to a third building, which turned out to be the correct one. After having to turn out my entire belongings and go through the metal detector, I went and had my photo and fingerprints taken by an absolutely charming Homeland Security officer. (Honestly, chatting with the guy was the least painful part of my day. He was just very easy to talk to. I guess that works well for his job, but still...)

That done, I walked back to work and went about my day. I spent as much of the day as possible trying to stay off my feet. Honestly my right foot still feels like I'm stepping on a nail most of the time.

Just a couple more days and then I have insurance. It'll be a while after that yet before I can go to the doctor, because I have to be out of my probationary period, but that's a whole other kettle of fish.

And that's it. I need to be asleep.

G'night, all.

Another fail

Wednesday, 24 May 2017 09:47 pm
apollymi: Trunks just after landing a punch, no text (DBZ**Trunks: Won't back down)
I definitely didn't manage a thousand words yesterday. Everything I wrote today will probably have to be scrapped, because it's utter shit. None of it really works for the stories they're in.

For now, though, they're words. I guess that's what matters.

Work was long. My right heel continues to hurt. I bought some insoles for shoes, the kind that can be moved from shoe to shoe. Now it hurts like stepping on a nail, instead of before it hurt like stepping on a hot nail. I'm hoping that a few days of wearing the insoles will help... or at least ease the pain enough to be to tolerable levels. Though I guess saying that my heel hurts is a bit of a misnomer: it's more the area between the arch of my foot at the hell, sort of where the heel curves up into the arch? That's the part that hurts. And I'm pretty sure I did it on my feet at Mirko so much.

It actually doesn't hurt too bad when I wear my old Skechers, but I can't wear those to work, sadly enough. I can't wear any kind of trainers to work, because they don't look professional. I have other Skechers with memory foam and all, but none of them are broken in to the point that my old trainers are. In other worse, the other shoes might help the heel a wee bit... but at the expense of the rest of my foot: one is too loose at the heel and gives me blisters, the Mary Janes have a strap that constantly rubs blisters, etc.

I have a sneaking suspicion that I should be trying to find a good pair of Clarks to wear to work. I have a few currently on their web site that I don't dislike... but I'm not sure if I like either.

And anyway, that's all I've got for today. Good night, all.

Something

Thursday, 4 May 2017 11:01 pm
apollymi: Kaiba looking determined, text reads "Where angels fear to tread" (YGO**Kaiba: Where angels fear to tread)
One of these nights I'm actually going to have something worthwhile to say here, instead of always bitching about sleep and how tired I am and all that shit.

I did manage to write some today. It was on Wicked Ones and Resurrectionist, a little bit on each one, probably less than 400 words in total. But I'm trying. I'm working on getting words. They are happening; they're just happening slowly. But whatever works, right? As long as the words occur, that's what matters, yes?

I don't think I'm going to get a thousand words today. I'll be doing good to break 700 in total, I'm thinking.

And I won't get too many words done tomorrow either. I'm finally in the computer system at New Job, so tomorrow I have to go get my picture ID and my keys. I'll also be getting an email address set up tomorrow too.

...Plus... Movie. Tomorrow is the day that [personal profile] katsuko and I are going to see Guardians of the Galaxy, Volume 2. I'm seriously excited. You can't tell it, but I am.

Anyway, that's about it. Later.

So tired

Wednesday, 3 May 2017 10:48 pm
apollymi: Bakura and Kaiba, close up on eyes, text reads "Your eyes" (YGO**Bakura/Kaiba: Your eyes)
I need to hurry up and get adjusted to this new schedule. Which means I need to get used to going to bed at a decent time. That's proving difficult, though. I've had three or so years now of going to bed ridiculously late and then getting up whenever... and probably supplementing it with naps throughout the day. I keep thinking about the fact that there is a "relaxation room" in the office suite at New Job, but I don't have keys yet to get back in the area where it's at, which does indeed put a damper on going to visit it. When I eventually get said keys, I guess I could start eating lunch at my desk and spending my lunch hour there napping or what have you. That might work... or it might get me more thrown off. I don't know. It's a moot point right now, but it's still a thought that keeps percolating through my head.

I'm so tired all the time, and most of the time that just translates into me being a bit weepy, a bit emotionally drained, and a bit null and void. Even when I do sleep, I can't say I've really dreamed anything for a bit. There just isn't enough in me, I suppose.

Sleeping on my side and all has my left shoulder acting all fucking up again. I've been sleeping on my left side because I tend to get less nauseous in the night that way, but it doesn't look like that's going to work. I try to sleep on my back, but I really can't, not when I don't have Jimi to lay between my knees, not when Roo wants to lay on my chest. It's more the former than the latter, though: I can't sleep on my back without Jimi between my knees.

And now I can't breathe.

I don't think I have anything else I can say, other than some vague reports on writing. I did a little on Wicked Ones Chapter Nineteen, and I did some more on Resurrectionist's chapter "Bite". I don't think I managed 1000 words today, but honestly, I don't care.

Goodnight.

End of April Camp

Sunday, 30 April 2017 10:35 pm
apollymi: Sailor Moon posing, no text (BSSM**Usagi: ☮ (Peace!))
It's the very last day of Camp NaNoWriMo April Edition. It's been a fun right. I can say that I did finish the month with over 50,000 words, which was my goal. I did decide at the last minute that I wanted to write more words than [personal profile] daimeryan_rei, which was probably a dumb idea, since Dirj writes like a mother, and it meant I needed to do a last minute word sprint to get to where I wanted to be. It meant I had to break out Write or Die to get a thousand words in 30 minutes at one point. I'm trying my best to get the words I need, but it's going to be tight. I'm not sure how much awake I've got left in me at this point.

On the other hand, I had a nice two days off in a row, and I think I'm going to get very spoiled on that. It gave me long enough to feel a little less run down. It gave my feet long enough to stop hurting quite as much as they were before.

Tuesday I do have my Benefits orientation, so I'll be getting myself signed up for those in the very near, which is damn nice. That's a nice thing to be moving towards. I'm still not sure if I'm going to go with Single Healthcare or Domestic Partnership Healthcare. It's a terribly important thing to be deciding on, though, so I'm not rushing it. Either way, [personal profile] katsuko still has her coverage through IKEA, which also covers me until mine goes into effect. If I go with single coverage, then in June, during open enrollment, she can change to single as well. If I go with the domestic partner coverage, she cancel her IKEA one altogether.

But that's a saga for Tuesday. Right now I'm not going to worry about it, since it's something I'm not making decisions on until I have all the information in front of me.

And Friday is the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie! I so cannot wait! I need some good, happy Marvel movie. Because my Tumblr is alive with bitching about Captain America: Civil War, and I'm fucking sick of it. It's been the first fandom thing I've blocked on Tumblr.

And I guess it's time for me to get my ass to bed. The morning comes early, since I have to have [personal profile] katsuko to IKEA by 7:00 and myself to New Job by 8:30. Later, all.

A quick today

Thursday, 6 April 2017 11:39 pm
apollymi: Yami no Bakura on a stripy background, text reads "Evil (crossed out 'looks like') IS a gay Japanese schoolboy" (YGO**Bakura: The face of evil)
I'm falling asleep where I'm sitting, so this is going to be a very short entry. (Those are usually the entries where I end up babbling the most, aren't they?) I'm so tired, and I have so much left to do... but I'm so tired. So I think I'll do all the things tomorrow.

I did start typing up a letter of notice for Mirko. I'm a little leery about printing it off and hand it in just yet. Because I don't want to give them the excuse to let me go early, you know? We do still need that little bit of income yet. And that is absolutely something I wouldn't put past any of the assholes at Mirko Pasta. Nope, not in the least.

I'm feeling so damn tired that I can barely see straight. I took a muscle relaxer because my back has been killing me for days. It seemed like a good idea to try to get it worked out before it got much worse. I even gave some thought to going for a massage in the gap coming up between IKEA and Mirko tomorrow, but funds do not currently permit for that. Maybe Monday if it's still feeling all fucked up, tight, and sore.

And I feel a little bad because I wrote at work today, on "Memento Mori" and "Resurrectionist", but I'm really tired. (I keep saying that, don't I?) I'm going to get it typed up tomorrow at IKEA and let it count towards tomorrow's words instead. Plan? Plan. I like this plan, yes.

And yeah, that's all I'm going to get into tonight, because I'm really, really fucking tired.

Goodnight, all.

Busy ass day

Monday, 6 March 2017 11:58 pm
apollymi: Lina, falm palming, giant sweat drop, no text (Slay**Lina: Fuckwittery (Facepalm))
I'm not even sure what to say for today.

I can safely state that my hand hurts worse today than it did yesterday, so obviously the lidocaine wore off quite thoroughly. We've been doing a bit of an emergency spot clean of the house, so it's definitely throbbing now.

[personal profile] katsuko and I could both swear that, when we moved into these apartments back in January 2016, we paid the $600 pet fee, spread between a few months. We got a notice on the door saying "You have pets and they aren't on your lease - fix this now". As well as one saying to clean the damn house, which we did. Oh god, how we've did. I hurt in all new ways than I was already hurting before. I'm actually waiting on the pain to die down a bit so that I can go to bed.

But I can't find any information with that kind of stuff on it, saying we paid or discussed it with her or writing. Looking back over the lease from last year, they put us down as having no pets, even though we provided information saying we do. So, I guess it'll be our word against theirs, and I imagine ours will lose, since it's apparently our verbal discussion versus their written information.

On a happier note, I did get everything up to date on [community profile] eternal_sailorm and DarkMagick.net, at least as far as The Magnificent Seven stories go. I also updated the Mag7 recommendations page too. So... productive, yes?

And I'm really out of things to talk about already. We need to be going to bed, so that we can get up and get interview/work ready in the morning ahead of [personal profile] katsuko's 7:00 a.m. shift, but all the cleaning we've done today means we're not tired. Sore? Yes. Hurting? Oh definitely. Shaky? Sadly so. But tired? Not even a little.
apollymi: Zack holding Cloud, doujinshi art, text reads "Dream of me" (FF7**Zack/Cloud: Dream of me)
I've got a bad case of the headaches, one of those screamers right behind my forehead. Those are the ones that I tend to blame on being lazy during the day and not getting up and doing enough. You know, the "I've rested too much" kind of headaches. Which I fucking hate, because I needed some relaxing today, not a headache.

Also, I fell at work yesterday taking a dirty napkin to the kitchen, so I have a bad case of the all over aches. I didn't damage anything, but I'm certainly sore from it today. It's been me and the kitties and the heating pad most of the day today... and that's been quite fine.

Meh

Saturday, 29 October 2016 03:49 pm
apollymi: Jensen playing with the homemade monsters,  text reads "I am sane-ish" (Losers**Jensen: Sane-ish)
I'm nursing a powerful headache (as usual), a stiff neck, and a powerful bout of exhaustion. All I keep thinking about is how much I'd like to go home and go back to bed. But alas, I cannot do that.

There's an aging goth sitting at the table in front of me, so close I can see a stray hair sitting at the top of the back of her shirt. It's making me nuts; I want to get the stray hair.

We had a couple come in the restaurant last night in costume. He was a male Harley Quinn, while she was Little Red Riding Hood. They were seriously adorable. He had been worried that people might react negatively to them in costume, but apparently my reaction (pretty much, gushing over how cute they looked) reassured him.

And that's all I've got for today. Later, all.

Wiped

Tuesday, 11 October 2016 10:20 pm
apollymi: 3 sections, 1st close up of Nick's lower face, 2nd Nick & Cassie at table, 3rd Cassie holding head in pain, no text (Push**Nick+Cassie: Watcher Mover)
Damn, I'm tired. I got up this morning with fairly easily -- sort of -- and [personal profile] katsuko got the catering handled all right enough. We got Chipotle for lunch, hit up an art store in the same shopping center. (She got drawing supplies, while I bought a truly impressive number of pens, so help with my writer's block issues, because weirdly changing pens -- especially for a purple or teal one -- does seem to help.) And I got her dropped off at IKEA all right. It took forever to get home, but once I was there, I hung out with the kitties and even managed a brief nap. So I have no idea why I'm still tired.

But now I'm at the MARTA station waiting for her. We're going to go ahead and do the laundry tonight (and maybe hit the gym while the clothes are in dryer) because we have some thoughts of hitting the factory outlet stores in Dawsonville tomorrow. We've both killed our most comfortable shoes, after all.
apollymi: Blank background, text reads "Some days the body count will exceed your word count. And that's okay" (Text: Body count vs. word count)
I'm still sort of blah here. I'm done with catering for the week. That's a good thing. That's a damn good thing. I'm sick as hell of it.

I have figured out how to get my coworkers from reading over my shoulder when I'm writing at work. Writing about death, dismemberment, emasculation/castration, pain, and suffering seems to do the trick pretty damn well. Both Jesus and Carlos came over yesterday to try to read over my shoulder, saw what I was writing, and walked away. Jesus usually does some reading and makes some faces and sometimes acts like he's going to write things as well, though he never does it. Carlos, however, will go over and read out loud to whoever might be nearby to listen. But apparently all the gore is doing a good job of preventing either of these from happening.

Lesson here: gore is good?

So tired

Thursday, 22 September 2016 02:34 pm
apollymi: Heero, Usagi, and Duo, close up on their eyes, text reads "OT3" (OT3: Duo/Usagi/Heero (eyes))
Yeah, I guess I'm just going to keep recycling this particular set of subject lines. It remains true, either way, recycled or not. At this rate, it feels like it will continue to be true for some time yet to come. I'm not sure how to articulate the how or why, but it feels true.

I'm back to counting my calories. I've already managed to blow way past my carbs for the day with a fairly healthy (but apparently carb-heavy) lunch. I've gotten used to using quinoa as a source of protein, but it's pretty heavy in carbohydrates as well, so I might have to use it sparingly. Mum's having fairly good luck on getting fat weight off with cutting down on carbs. I guess I just don't realize how much carbs are in the things I enjoy eating. Damn it.

And that's it.

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Wednesday, 1 June 2016 11:04 pm
apollymi: Sailor Moon, blue in the face, teary eyed, text reads "Epic whine" (BSSM**Usagi: Epic whine)
Okay, for the record, our one day off this week has been way too fucking short. I'm not looking forward to having to go back to fucking Mirko Pasta tomorrow. Seriously, I am not letting Carlos talk me into this ever, ever again. I might also have something to say about which managers I am willing to work with, as in not Josh the Dickwad or Jennifer the Grump. I don't care if I'm the only host they haven't managed to completely run off yet. I'm trying to develop regard for my own personal sanity here.

Also, I'm tired, and I'm hoping to make it to bed a bit early tonight, but in the meanwhile, I'm sitting on the couch (of course) with a heating pad on my neck and shoulders, because they've been sore as hell the last few days, to the point where turning my head is painful, and the whole thing is starting to creep up in "so tight it's giving me headaches" territory... and I don't need help having more headaches, thank you very much, and popping my neck just hasn't really helped, which I still think is kind of weird... and wow, this is a really long, really run-on sentence, and I don't even care, because this is actually kind of fun and I'm enjoying myself doing it, but I will see about stopping now before it really gets out of hand, you know?

Anyway, yeah, gonna see about giving up and getting my ass in bed.

156

Thursday, 26 May 2016 01:14 pm
apollymi: Jensen playing with the homemade monsters,  text reads "I am sane-ish" (Losers**Jensen: Sane-ish)
I feel like I'm about to vibrate out of my skin, and that's so fucking bizarre to me. I'm not particularly happy or excited or anything like that. What I am, is cold and maybe a little stressed... but just a little, at least on the latter.

I'm taking cranberry pills again, for fear that I'm having a UTI flareup, because that's exactly what I need right now, right? Right.

I'm tired, though, and I'm already starting to feel the pain in my back and hips making itself known for the day. I just hope that it's not crazy at work tonight. I mean, busy would be good, for our mutual wallets' sake. But I would like it to be... steady: not everyone at once, in other words, and not requiring me to run like a madwoman to get between tables and host stand. And as long as [personal profile] katsuko doesn't get it in her head to walk fast during our break together, I should be okay for the night.

That's all I'm aiming for: "okay for the night". If all those conditions are met, I should be.

151

Saturday, 21 May 2016 10:44 pm
apollymi: Black background, text reads "Rare pairings: oh hell, why the fuck not?" (Text: Rare pairings - why not?)
Oh gods, I'm so tired and my feet are so sore. I'm ready to go the hell to sleep, but there is the small matter of dinner to consider. [personal profile] katsuko is graciously making that for us, so that's good. One less thing to worry about, yes?

I'm still working my way through the Pride and Prejudice thing for Seven Seas. It's... slow going. I'm just not that big on the Novels Of Manners genre. I try to make myself be, but yeah, not so much. I just can't plod through it, even looking for errors. Especially when I'm 83 pages and 10 chapters in, and I've only found the one actual mistake... and that was a chapter heading.

So yeah, I'm going to work on that, eat my dinner, and go the fuck to bed. We both have work at Mirko tomorrow, so that'll be good, especially since we both go in for dinner shift and all that.

So, later, all.

150

Friday, 20 May 2016 11:13 pm
apollymi: Kaiba looking determined, text reads "Where angels fear to tread" (YGO**Kaiba: Where angels fear to tread)
I'm trying not to just copy and paste my entry from yesterday. Long day was long. Tired Apollymi is tired. Sore Apollymi is sore. Work was work. I had the catering this morning, and I'm both hoping it's the last one and dreading when the catering ends for the summer; it's a lot of work, hence the hope, but it's also a lot of money, hence the dread. Luckily, [personal profile] katsuko was willing to help me out with it again today, so that did make it a bit easier to deal with. Today was the Duluth order, so it's a big and particular one.

Anyway, we came home once we had the order delivered and some lunch consumed, and we proceeded to nap. And it was good. Though, admittedly, I didn't want to get back up again and go to work after it. But I did and I muddled through, but I'm ridiculously glad to be home now.

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Thursday, 19 May 2016 11:45 pm
apollymi: Zack facing away, text reads "So don't judge me by my failures, only by my dreams" (FF7**Zack: Judge me only by my dreams)
Long day was long. Tired Apollymi is tired. Honestly, the idea of just passing out right here is very, very appealing.

My left hip has been a very painful thing, and the small of my back is even worse. It's actually bordering on unbearable when I don't have anything for it. I'm going to try wearing either my brace or cincher tomorrow (if I can find either of them) and see if it will help.

And in the meanwhile, I'm going to lay on my couch and eat some Pims (sort of like a knockoff Jaffa Cake) and hope for sleep to come for me soon.