May 2008
Still still still sick, so still still still boringly ridiculous.
1st May 2008 - Philip and James, App.
After going to Pak'n'Save to get milk and chicken before dinner, I've had a night of everything smelling like vomit. Turns out fighting back the urge to throw up as I walked past the seafood section just led to me having stomach acid (with just a little unpleasant hint of lunch from five hours earlier) in my nasal cavity. Rather not pleasant. I'm beginning to think it'd have been a better idea just to horribly embarrass myself and just chuck on the Pak'n'Save floor.
The other highlight of tonight. Watching Fraggle Rock and getting horribly confused by every episode. My brain can't keep up with a children's show. I should probably be asleep.
2nd May 2008.
The week that was. Tuesday and Wednesday were both spent getting over the tale end of the cold I'd had and trying to get a responce from the humanities department about what I had to do to get an extension on my deferal and thus not fail my masters at the end of the month (April, the one thats since been and done). Thursday morning I finally got replies to my emails. Now actually May and the technical failing having already happened, I went in to the department and got the paperwork done, just in time so that so long as it is approved I'm still able to be a masters student working on the technically same masters. Hopefully it all works. Was office sociable. The girls of the office are great, that did a wonderful job of making feel like I was actually missed. I also made the mistake of getting Krishna lunch, something I used to do very well by. Now that I'm all sickly and drugged up it just left me feeling uncomfortable and with the nausea. Later in the day, the general grossness as described yesterday while it was happening. I spent last night feeling not good and with the stupid.
Today, I finished reading First Among Sequels, and while it is a pleasant read it is not as good as Fforde's earlier works. I think it may have suffered from trying too hard. I had lunch with Alana in town and got hailed on on the way home. A few seconds after I got into my building the hail upgraded to the sort of hail the falls so heavy that it lies on the ground looking like snow. Stupid winter. I'm using my heater and feeling guilty about it. But it has been pointed out to me that I'm not exactly well and that not making a little effort to keep warm would be insane. Doesn't help with the guilt, but did lead to putting the heater on. Weird Simon reminding me to look after my staying alive, considering how much he is the target of pretty much all my annoyingness. I don't get people.
7th May 2008 - John of Beverley, Bp. and Conf. With ruling of quire.
Last night I went to dinner and Iron Man with my dad and brother. I'm pretty certain it's the first time I've been to a movie this year. The only problem was the evening was a bit unplanned and I'd not brought my meds with me. By the end of the movie I was feeling quite uncomfortable.
Days previous.... Ummm, I went to my Aunt Jude's for another birthday dinner for my grandmother on Sunday. It was a pleasant evening even if I can home to a night of being violently unwell. Otherwise I've mostly just been pottering about at home reading through the Earthsea books. I'm up to the third one. Mostly enjoying them but getting lost a lot - failing to keep up with children's book, probably not the best sign ever.
My head is a bit moushy (wondering how that is actually spelt - weird semi-automatic-potatoes (I do know how to spell onomatopoeia (unless that is wrong, which is possible), I'm just choosing not to)). I can't think of anything much else to needs saying, so I think I might try this again some more awake day.
14th May 2008.
A week between entries. I are slack.
Well, in the week since. Thursday last, I don't recall at all. I guess I dod something but I have no idea what. Possibly I was mostly just curled up in bed reading through the Earthsea series.
Friday I spent the day in town with dad shopping for a fridge that will fit in my kitchen and a decent foldout couch. Saturday was similar. The day and most of the following was unproductive and just lead to my father being cranky and ranty and road-ragey. He was being so unpleasant to shop staff on the Saturday that I was getting nostalgic. I grew up with him being that unpleasant all the time I seeing it still in him was oddly warm-and-fuzzy. By late afternoon, I'd bought myself a Fisher and Paykel fridge - and feel a little dirty about it as they are just about to pack up and move a chunk of their production overseas. The one I got in NZ made though, for the little that that is worth. In the evening I went to a BBQ at Oli's in the dark (ah, winter and the early dark and cold outsideness) before heading to the far end of town for the 30th birthday of someone I was friends with in kindy but not really since - I was more invited as a friend of his fiancee. It was weird to be at a party of so many people and be about the least geeky. Roleplayers are a scary bunch. Good night though, even if I drunk too much chocolate milk.
Sunday, I mostly spent blobbing and reading. I'd been iverdoing things and my body was cranky with me about it. In the evening I went to my grandparents' for dinner, having completely forgotten it was mother's day and thus getting evils from my mother.
Monday morning I had a doctor's visit. It went not great. It seems I've put on 15kg since I started on the pain killers around the start of December (I'm now 17 kilos above what I was before I went to North America). My bloodpressure was good, but my general sickliness goes on and my unpleasant new symptoms do little to help diagnosis or speed up my treatment. I'm basically cranky about it all. And I had the lump on my foot re-burnt off. Hopefully this time it actually dies. I then sorted some stuff with WINZ, and went to the careers fair at varsity to collect pens and enjoy the act of walking before the pain kicked in. I got home and once properly limping sorted my dad and went and finally got the couch I was after. It's not a great couch, but unfolds in to a bed much nicer than my actual bed.
Yesterday, rested with my feet up in a bit of pain, things having blistered. And everytime I stood up there was swearing.
Today, my couch was delivered and I got my fridge set up. I may actually manage to get my flat sorted before my flatmate arrives on Saturday.
20th May 2008.
Thursday last week, I spent failing to unpack. Reading instead and generally being unproductive.
Friday morning, the nice people from the Habitat for Humanity charity shop came and picked up my old fridge and my gross couch of ugliness that's made of cat hair held together with cat smell. They were very happy about both donations. Cearly their standards on what is quality second hand couch and mine are different. The fridge was a good one though. McAlpine and Prestcold, quality. I then went for lunch with Emily, she shouted me a crib burger - which made for a pretty awesome lunch. Then I had an afternoon and evening of unpacking and tidying up my stuff so as to make my flat look liveable and make the spare room actually spare.
Saturday morning, I'd just finished vacuuming and was cleaning the kitchen when my potential flatmate arrived. He is prettier than I expected, thus out prettying me which I'm not entirely comfortable with. I don't need a flatmate who rubs in my inadequacies. But otherwise he seems fine. Other than when I went off to Midget's graduation and performance, I spent the weekend attempting to play host.
Yesterday, I went in for some blood-tests during the day and in the evening went to my aunt and former employers work farewell.
Just finished an early morning chat with the potential flatmate - and I say potential as the chat was about his undecidedness about living here. I think I may be an undesirable housemate. I guess I'll just have to wait and see. My attempt to make a little money may instead have gone the other way and been a bunch spending for hospitality's sake alone.
Look, twice in one day. Go me.
I spent much of the day dozing as my head felt like someone had let their inner looney tune lose and dropped an anvil on my head. Well, crushing pain but probably not the sort of crushing pain an anvil would actually have. Just at the high end of non-mortal injuries. Midafternoon I emerged to go to Pak'n'Slave and get milk. My dad arrived in the early evening and took me off for dinner with my brother. Great Taste as usual. We have quite the rut. Then dad and I went to Lars and the Real Girl. Very good movie. Weird, but good. It plays for tear-jerkingness in a situation where your brain just plain doesn't allow that sort of emotional response. I think this probably make it worth seeing. For odd-value.
I should probably sleep. I'm rambling at my flatmate.
27th May 2008.
Weird, I thought I had done this just the other day but it seems that I didn't. In the process, missing all the interesting Saints' Days in between.
Wednesday and Thursday last week are lost in a blur. I must have done something, but I've no idea what. Wait, on one of those days I went swimming but I'm far from certain which one.
Friday, I had a busy normal person type day. Postgrad supplied department morning tea, the 24 hour booksale at the Regent, and a couple of lectures (one on early print culture and spelling; the other on the archeology of stonehenge). In the evening I inflicted my friends on my flatmate. Other than Bridget, I don't think they scared him too much.
Saturday, I was in a much pain. Too much being upright on Friday had come back to bite me hard. I still went to the farmers' market to show my flatmate how to get there and what it had going for it. I came home and went to sleep at about noon. Midafternoon someone knocked on the door, I stumbled in to pants to answer it and found Carla here to kidnap me in the attempt to prove roleplaying was fun and get me to join a game. When I got home, I had tea and curled up on the couch and dozed my way through some cartoons before realising I should just go to bed and sleeping.
Sunday, I lazed about the house and inflicted much Invader Zim on my flatmate. Grandparent dinner being the only reason I'd even bothered to get dressed.
Yesterday, I talk edto JWs for a while, but otherwise spent the day napping and half-arsedly playing FFIX.
28th May 2008.
I keep forgetting to pay my phone bill, it's due tomorrow. I should sort that.
Tuesday, after writing the above I went in to get back results from a full social disease testing. I was hoping to have the brain syphilis (so I'd have something to blame my being sickly on). But it came back all clear. No social diseases for me. Clearly my lack of casual sex has lead to a lack of catching anything interesting. Then it was off to school to show my flatmate how to go about the Krshna lunch thing. The tuesday lunch I can still eat, which is good. Though it is also the one that most makes me want to curl up and sleep afterward. On the way home to do exactly that, I picked up the 3rd season of Outrageous Fortune at half price. After a good nap, my dad turned up and I was off to an impromptute family night. Dinner at Great Taste as my brother was the most assertive on where we ate and then off to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. In was a bit Erich von Däniken-ee. In fact, a lot so.
Today, I've had a quiet day in feeling a bit crappier than usual. I did myself to lunch at the turkish place in south D. Vegetarian iskander making for a tasty lunch, before I OD'd on turkish delight.
Tonight I've been venting my crazy at my flatmate a little. Fortunately he doesn't seem too disturbed.
31st May 2008 - Petronilla, V. not Mart. When it falls outside the Oct. of Holy Trinity, three lessons.
Shortly after writing the above I discovered why I had been feeling so miserable that day. I'd somehow missed the painkiller when taking my morning meds. Not a mistake I intend to ever repeat, the levels of crappiness involved proving quite the disincentive to repetition.
Thursday, I paid my phone bill and then spent the day napping or watching Outrageous Fortune. I also came to the conclusion I don't have to worry about scaring off my flatmate - as he out odds me.
Friday morning I dropped some stuff for my brother to my mother's work. After lunch I had JWs drop through to discuss the ransom. I am still unconvinced by their reasoning on it. In fact, it is my largest problem with the premiss of Christianity (though far from my largest problem with Christianity, that being Christians (the trinitarian debate also features up there)). The end result, a day without napping making me a bit unpleasant in the evening. I stupidly decided to load up Oblivion, having forgotten in the months since I last played it that I can't really do swirly 3D computer games at the moment - they just fill me with the nausea.
I might go back to bed, being up is seeming too like work.
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