And today is . . . ?
13 March 2008 18:14![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maystoneSeriously. If it weren't for the TV schedule, I'd really have no idea about what day of the week it is. And even with that it's a crap shoot. But if last night was ANTM, then tonight must be Lost, and that must mean it's Thursday. It must, mustn't it?
Winter is still banging away around here. It snowed Monday. Q and I shoveled out the (long and wide) driveway Tuesday. It snowed Tuesday night and drifted. I got my freakin' car stuck in the freakin' drifts in the freakin' driveway on Wednesday. Q heroically shoveled and salted and we both sanded and the damn thing finally came unstuck. Today it was light snow and ice pellets but with a wind that caused the snow already piled up to drift dangerously across some of the roads. I almost spun out at one point, and I passed a truck that had gone off the road and into a ditch.
I had more blood work done yesterday, and today was a bone density scan. I'm thinking of making a list of all of the types of tests I've had, because it's getting to be pretty impressive in an oogy sort of way. Add in the ones that Maddie and Dar have had, and I think we set some sort of group record. Win! I don't expect anything unusual to come back from the blood work, and the bone density test showed that my bones are just fine, thank you very much. I owe it all to that extra weight I carried around for all of those years. It had the decided benefit of producing dense bones on par with working out with weights. Win, again!
Unfortunately it has been all win. I've been in a lupus flare for a couple of days, and that's been a drag and a half. I don't know what kicked it off, but it can stop any day now. I manage to get up and out to run necessary errands or do the doctor stuff, do some household chores, but it's like I'm dragging a small mountain behind me when I do it. Plus the weakness, nausea, headaches, and other fun stuff. Same old, same old, eh. So if I've been remiss in commenting, it's not that I don't care - it's that I can't think :)
I've been trying to play Scramble just to keep the brain sparking, and let's just say that some days go more smoothly than others. Take today for instance. There are times when I have no control over what my fingers do once they hit the keyboard, which can be a real detriment when you're playing Scramble. (It's pretty much an online version of Boggle: make words out of randomly selected connected letters.) I'd see the word on the board, but I couldn't type it out. Gibberish would appear. I ended up bitching at the screen, "Not d, t. T. No! Not d. TTTTTTT!" Just substitute different letters for that little rant, and you have my game experience this afternoon. Not the highest scorer online, as you might imagine. Heh. And typing this is not much better, except that I get to backspace and correct. I can't tell you how long it took me to type Thursday up there toward the top. Fun with fingers! Except not in the perverted way that many of you are imagining.
And speaking of perverted imaginings - Chloe is in heat again. She does the cutest little butt dance. Really. She's all furry and pudgy and she sticks that little furbutt up and starts just shaking it hoping something is gonna happen to make her feel better. But all she gets are appreciative "Awwwwww"s because it's just so damn cute.
Jumping topics. I'm about halfway done with the first Dexter book. I started off thinking I wasn't going to finish it, because I saw the series before I read the book. It's a somewhat different voice, and that threw me off a bit, but now I've settled into it, and I have to say that I'm enjoying it.
My hair continues to annoy. Damn, this is one hellaciously bad haircut. The left side is both thinner and shorter than the right side - noticeably so. It has had one unlooked for effect, though. I'm going to dye my hair again. Between the cut, the texture, and the wildly uneven graying, the whole effect is just . . . ratty. A dye job will at least help with the texture and the color. Ain't nothin' but time gonna help the cut. Every once it a while it spikes nicely, but mostly it looks like someone took a blender to my head.
And now my choices are to sit here and watch Rocky lick the fur off his belly (it's all pink because he's a neurotic groomer), or go out to the kitchen and empty the dishwasher. Decisions. Decisions.
Winter is still banging away around here. It snowed Monday. Q and I shoveled out the (long and wide) driveway Tuesday. It snowed Tuesday night and drifted. I got my freakin' car stuck in the freakin' drifts in the freakin' driveway on Wednesday. Q heroically shoveled and salted and we both sanded and the damn thing finally came unstuck. Today it was light snow and ice pellets but with a wind that caused the snow already piled up to drift dangerously across some of the roads. I almost spun out at one point, and I passed a truck that had gone off the road and into a ditch.
I had more blood work done yesterday, and today was a bone density scan. I'm thinking of making a list of all of the types of tests I've had, because it's getting to be pretty impressive in an oogy sort of way. Add in the ones that Maddie and Dar have had, and I think we set some sort of group record. Win! I don't expect anything unusual to come back from the blood work, and the bone density test showed that my bones are just fine, thank you very much. I owe it all to that extra weight I carried around for all of those years. It had the decided benefit of producing dense bones on par with working out with weights. Win, again!
Unfortunately it has been all win. I've been in a lupus flare for a couple of days, and that's been a drag and a half. I don't know what kicked it off, but it can stop any day now. I manage to get up and out to run necessary errands or do the doctor stuff, do some household chores, but it's like I'm dragging a small mountain behind me when I do it. Plus the weakness, nausea, headaches, and other fun stuff. Same old, same old, eh. So if I've been remiss in commenting, it's not that I don't care - it's that I can't think :)
I've been trying to play Scramble just to keep the brain sparking, and let's just say that some days go more smoothly than others. Take today for instance. There are times when I have no control over what my fingers do once they hit the keyboard, which can be a real detriment when you're playing Scramble. (It's pretty much an online version of Boggle: make words out of randomly selected connected letters.) I'd see the word on the board, but I couldn't type it out. Gibberish would appear. I ended up bitching at the screen, "Not d, t. T. No! Not d. TTTTTTT!" Just substitute different letters for that little rant, and you have my game experience this afternoon. Not the highest scorer online, as you might imagine. Heh. And typing this is not much better, except that I get to backspace and correct. I can't tell you how long it took me to type Thursday up there toward the top. Fun with fingers! Except not in the perverted way that many of you are imagining.
And speaking of perverted imaginings - Chloe is in heat again. She does the cutest little butt dance. Really. She's all furry and pudgy and she sticks that little furbutt up and starts just shaking it hoping something is gonna happen to make her feel better. But all she gets are appreciative "Awwwwww"s because it's just so damn cute.
Jumping topics. I'm about halfway done with the first Dexter book. I started off thinking I wasn't going to finish it, because I saw the series before I read the book. It's a somewhat different voice, and that threw me off a bit, but now I've settled into it, and I have to say that I'm enjoying it.
My hair continues to annoy. Damn, this is one hellaciously bad haircut. The left side is both thinner and shorter than the right side - noticeably so. It has had one unlooked for effect, though. I'm going to dye my hair again. Between the cut, the texture, and the wildly uneven graying, the whole effect is just . . . ratty. A dye job will at least help with the texture and the color. Ain't nothin' but time gonna help the cut. Every once it a while it spikes nicely, but mostly it looks like someone took a blender to my head.
And now my choices are to sit here and watch Rocky lick the fur off his belly (it's all pink because he's a neurotic groomer), or go out to the kitchen and empty the dishwasher. Decisions. Decisions.
