Showing posts with label Exhaustion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Exhaustion. Show all posts
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Not a cure for the flu
Insomnia is killing my ability to recover from this godawful super flu. The nonstop coughing isn't helping either. :(
Friday, May 6, 2011
Wherein we learn how long our heroine can go without sleep
60 hours. Beating my previous record of 42-46 hours without sleep by a significant margin. Still recovering. Think I spent 24 of that moving myself and others. And driving. Lots and lots of driving. I am remarkably resilient when it comes to hallucinations because I think I only hallucinated once and it was a tiny thing, really.
It was a crazy, occasionally surreal few days, but all my stuff is in storage, including car (which I miss), and I am currently back in Alberta for a shortish stay. Going to take this time to get my eating habits back under control and my exercising back on schedule as I have missed both of these things. And to write. And enjoy the fact that I am no longer essentially a prisoner in my own home.
In theory I will head back at some point for a short term IT project before moving on to new city and University. Drove down and visited said establishment. They have a punching bag in the gym. A punching bag! Weeee.
This time I will be getting a bachelor pad. Possibly, possibly a 2 bedroom and 1, 1 roommate, because it is significantly cheaper to share a 2 bedroom, but I would prefer something by myself.
Already the severe allergic reaction I was having to something in old place is starting to ease down a bit. But my histamines and immune system are so rundown that it will probably take months of effort and care to build it back up.
Looking forward to being able to write again. I can't wait. :)
It was a crazy, occasionally surreal few days, but all my stuff is in storage, including car (which I miss), and I am currently back in Alberta for a shortish stay. Going to take this time to get my eating habits back under control and my exercising back on schedule as I have missed both of these things. And to write. And enjoy the fact that I am no longer essentially a prisoner in my own home.
In theory I will head back at some point for a short term IT project before moving on to new city and University. Drove down and visited said establishment. They have a punching bag in the gym. A punching bag! Weeee.
This time I will be getting a bachelor pad. Possibly, possibly a 2 bedroom and 1, 1 roommate, because it is significantly cheaper to share a 2 bedroom, but I would prefer something by myself.
Already the severe allergic reaction I was having to something in old place is starting to ease down a bit. But my histamines and immune system are so rundown that it will probably take months of effort and care to build it back up.
Looking forward to being able to write again. I can't wait. :)
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
W. T. F.
If you want me to do you a favor, it probably shouldn’t involve me MISSING MY FINAL FUCKING EXAM OR THE STUDY TIME LEADING UP TO IT. It probably also shouldn’t involve me RUNNING OVER HELL’S HALF FUCKING ACRES FOR SHIT YOU SHOULD BE DOING BECAUSE OF YOUR OWN FUCKING STUPIDITY. For shizzle.
Now, admittedly, I am a sickly, brain-fogged, frighteningly sleep deprived person, but I’m also pretty goddamn sure it’s illegal to FLIP INTO THE LEFT HAND TURNING LANE to make a RIGHT HAND TURN AROUND MY VEHICLE which is STOPPED AT A VERY RED LIGHT. But I am sickly and sleep-deprived so who knows, maybe they have, in fact, changed basic driving laws.
Amazing. I’ve been up for less than two hours and all ready this is what I’ve had to deal with.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Can Stop Now.
Life has been piling the shit on me lately. The pit is deep. The shovel doing the piling is large.
Finally realized exhaustion is from nasty, nasty mold problem I've been fighting (in my house) without even knowing it.
Losing battle.
As in, I can't get rid of it (think it's not just in my room), and symptoms getting worse and worse. Need to move, but everything's so up in the air I don't know if I should be looking for somewhere here or Nanaimo where I'll be attending school come Sept.(assuming the strike ever ends...) Exhaustion, memory problems and other severe allergic reactions I'm having are making this last push on finals and projects crazy hard. It's like waking up to slow asphyxiation every fucking morning with my face swollen and sinus/breathing passages all swollen, blocked and tender.
Can't plan summer at all. Not even one tiny bit. Not helping.
This has been one hell of a fucking year so far. Even since July*. Trying to stay positive, but I'm worn down and beyond tired. Which I keep saying, because it's true, but because I keep dragging along the ground people keep dismissing it. Maybe I should collapse?
I am more than ready for things to 180 on me and get awesome. MORE THAN READY.
I feel bad. I've posted virtually nothing funny as of late. Hopefully soon.
* Edited because I am tired and it took me a few days to realize that the last few months of old job in old province were equally hellish, just in different ways. Worse ways because I wasn't doing what I loved.
Finally realized exhaustion is from nasty, nasty mold problem I've been fighting (in my house) without even knowing it.
Losing battle.
As in, I can't get rid of it (think it's not just in my room), and symptoms getting worse and worse. Need to move, but everything's so up in the air I don't know if I should be looking for somewhere here or Nanaimo where I'll be attending school come Sept.(assuming the strike ever ends...) Exhaustion, memory problems and other severe allergic reactions I'm having are making this last push on finals and projects crazy hard. It's like waking up to slow asphyxiation every fucking morning with my face swollen and sinus/breathing passages all swollen, blocked and tender.
Can't plan summer at all. Not even one tiny bit. Not helping.
This has been one hell of a fucking year so far. Even since July*. Trying to stay positive, but I'm worn down and beyond tired. Which I keep saying, because it's true, but because I keep dragging along the ground people keep dismissing it. Maybe I should collapse?
I am more than ready for things to 180 on me and get awesome. MORE THAN READY.
I feel bad. I've posted virtually nothing funny as of late. Hopefully soon.
* Edited because I am tired and it took me a few days to realize that the last few months of old job in old province were equally hellish, just in different ways. Worse ways because I wasn't doing what I loved.
Title? Brain? Huzzwha?
Boy howdy I loves me the smart people who don't take the fucking time to READ, READ GODDAMN YOU ILLITERATE HOBO-FUCKERS!
Shhhhh we're not going to point out the incongruity of telling illiterate's to read. I am exhausted and teh funnehs is hard atm.
Shhhhh we're not going to point out the incongruity of telling illiterate's to read. I am exhausted and teh funnehs is hard atm.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
So Tired.
Exhausted. I think I remember a time when I got sleep.
Instead of post, you get random shit commencing... now.
The awesomeness of my beloved, item the first:
Said in tones of utmost disdain. "You know what pisses me off? When I'm trying to look up pictures of foxes and some woman keeps showing up."
Awesome. The fact that he genuinely didn't even know who said woman was. More awesome.
Item the second: His out of the blue, amazing rant on how older fiction books are sexist and misogynistic.
Oh my god you're amazing, please never change.
Instead of post, you get random shit commencing... now.
The awesomeness of my beloved, item the first:
Said in tones of utmost disdain. "You know what pisses me off? When I'm trying to look up pictures of foxes and some woman keeps showing up."
Awesome. The fact that he genuinely didn't even know who said woman was. More awesome.
Item the second: His out of the blue, amazing rant on how older fiction books are sexist and misogynistic.
Oh my god you're amazing, please never change.