October 2009
Exams is a comin'.
4th October 2009.
After the weekend being spent at home fighting with a super craptastic essay, I finished it in time to get some sleep and still only be ten minutes late to class on Monday morning. After my classes I printed the bitch out and went home.
Tuesday I had a Latin test and then plans to go swimming with Midget in the afternoon. The test went poorly. Worse than earlier poorly tests. I'd managed to forget almost all my adverbs, my future tense forms and the difference between 'do, dare' and 'ago, agere' (entirely different and unrelated words). Basically, I sucked the big one. After that I played a boardgame with Greer's Husband Dan for a couple of hours before meeting el Midget for swimming. We went to her house to get her stuff but the then going to the pool part never happened and was postponed until the following day.
The following day she postponed on me again, after I'd lugged swimming stuff with me again. I considering going swimming by myself, but decided I'd really rather not have to put on danp clammy shorts the following day (having only one set of useable swimwear).
So Thursday came around and after my classes I found swimming had been postponed again. I was now suspicious it wasn't going to happen this week, but let it slide as I've been feeling crap and decided a week off would probably be a good thing. I had lunch with Greer at the Taiwanese place by Eureka, it was delicious and in my price range. Woot. Thursday evening I went to my second professorial lecture of the week, it wasn't as informative but it had been showmanship and better food than the one I'd been to on Monday evening (when I should have been studying for my Latin test).
Friday I stayed in bed reading The Fifth Elephant until I finished it at about 2 in the afternoon, it was a good day. In the evening I went to Oli's work drinks so as to leave the house, but was still home relatively early.
Saturday I didn't go to the farmers market as I should have as I was supposed to be going swimming with the Midget - three guesses how that ended. It was rescheduled for the afternoon so I went on a Couplands bakery run to prepare (if very crappily having not bought the things I meant to) for next week. Then home and ready to go swimming to have her postpone again. Come dinner time I managed to literally set fire to rice risotto, stinking out my flat and meaning I had to open up my nicely warmed (by the sunny day that had now ended) flat to a very cold evening. Anson came to the rescue and shouted me dinner at the Esplanade. It was good. Later in the evening I went to town and had a drink and a long and somewhat inane chat with my token hot ex, who seems to have become some sort of missionary for triathletism. I mean, I get that people who find something that changes their life for the better want to share it with people, but I'd not think I looked like I was triathlonable. Managed to have a surprisingly good night out though, even ended up having a bit of a boogie with one of FiJohann's boarders.
Quite day in, that featured getting ready to go to the pool and being cancelled on again. Then heading to my grandparent's for dinner.
Today I'm a bit distracted with worry. I'm having oral surgery tomorrow and it has gone from seeming like nothing to being rather scary. I'm becoming quite disturbed about the pain (which is stupid considering how used to pain I'm getting) and about the chance I'll forever lose feeling in my lips and tongue (which is stupid as it is insanely rare). I worry too well.
11th October 2009 - Nicasius and his Compp., Martt.
Well, on Monday I went to my morning classes and did a last minute soup shopping mission at lunch time. Then it was oral surgery time. I ended up with a registrar (Hamish) doing the work, and it went sort of to plan. More bone had to be removed than they'd expected. But it mostly seemed to go fine. My forehead was totally numb - suggesting they had maybe over done the anaesthetic a little. I felt nothing. That night though, as things wore off, I felt very not good. I think the local and my regular meds weren't getting along as I hurt everywhere. And I had to wear a bag of frozen vege on my face for ten minutes every hour - which is less fun than it sounds. I was in enough pain that I ended up lying awake in bed until about 3 or 4 in the morning. It was not a good night to be me.
Tuesday morning I was awoken at 10 by the building fire alarm going off. The landlord having picked the best day ever to run the fire drill. Afterwards I had a day of wishing I was dead and eating yoghurt and ice cream without ever actually putting the spoon past my teeth, as I couldn't bring myself to open my jaw that much. Mostly I napped and read some of Terry Pratchett's The Truth. Tuesday night though, I was feeling utterly burnt out by all the doing nothing but otherwise pretty positive about being well enough for classes on Wednesday morning.
Wednesday morning was a lesson about hubris. I woke feeling like people had spent the night taking turns at kicking me in the face (having actually dreamed that that was happening (said dream also leading me to feeling very uncharitable toward a couple of my friends for the rest of the day)). So, I didn't make it out of bed and in to non-pajama-type clothing until Oli rang after work to say he was going to drop by. He raided my mp3 collection (which my iTunes has taken to eating (deleting whole albums, and renaming and moving others - losing them to itself in the process) - stupid crappy mac software, I wish horrible death on it and all of mac), and then Bridget made me a delicious dinner of very quishy filled pasta. I also discovered mixing alcohol with my increased cocktail of meds made me feel very, very nice to the point I didn't realise until too late that I was ripping my stitches and bleeding everyone. I are smart.
Thursday, I woke up feeling godawful again and with everything tasting of blood. So I didn't make classes I really ought to have from a passing my papers perspective. I did manage to make it out of the house though, meeting Greer and Dan to have soup for lunch and getting a hot chocolate with Emily. in the evening I had couchsurfers arrive, because I am too nice for my own good and let them stay even though I didn't want to have to have anything to do with anyone. They were Israeli. They seemed pretty nice, though I must admit I was feeling too crap to be very social. Managed to not get into angry politics though, which is the important part.
Friday, I told me couchsurfers how to get where they want to go look and went to bed for most of the day. And even after that ended up falling asleep straight after dinner and only waking at 10:30ish when the couchsurfers reappeared. At which point I realised I was getting petty and unpleasant so avoided them in the hopes they'd not notice. They left lunchtime-ish on Saturday. Since arriving on Thursday night they had each had four showers, and all of them much longer than could ever be considered necessary. My powerbill is going to notice that one. It's the first time I've had couchsurfers pay so little heed to what they were costing their host. I guess they did offer to take me out for dinner on Thursday, but I'd both already souped it and wasn't feeling up to eating in front of an audience that might be paying attention.
Also on Saturday, my dad arrived in town for the weekend, so I got so parentally sponsored groceries - which is always nice. In the evening I went to a BBQ. I pretty much just ate soft cheese and pavalova. Not the healthiest diet, but one that was very easy on the mouth of stitches. And I came home with a pile of comics I'll have no time to read until after my exams.
Today has been another of those not leaving the house days of which the last week has had many. My dad and brother visited though for about four hours and only left after I snapped at started shouting at them to piss off. Seems I'm not winning on the behaving like a human front. I've also been failing to do the Latin homework I have to get done, or any study for the Latin test I have tomorrow morning, which I've missed a chunk of the classes on so it's really going to suck. The pain was too distracting, and now overdoing pain meds in an attempt to fix it has left me dozy and zoning out constantly.
20th October 2009 - Edmund, K. and Mart.
On Monday (the 12th) I got my stitches out. There was some debate about it as I'm not healing as well as could be hoped, but it they were left it I'd just get infected faster. Monday night it all kept bleeding.
For the rest of the week it just hurt.
On Tuesday evening I went to a Chilean film with Oli, Mi mejor enemigo. It was actually very good.
On Wednesday night I managed to eat some solids, having steak at the casino to use up old vouchers.
Friday night I went to Oli's work drinks as someone else I know there was leaving and having a farewell thing.
At some point during the week, I think either Tuesday or Wednesday, I have got my CHTH essay back. I did poorly and have a C+ internal mark. And I had a talk to the lecturer who doesn't believe I can pass the exam. He suggested I apply for special circumstances, which I was pointedly not going to do, except that this week I've been crook on top of the still uncomfortable mouth and it's become pretty obvious that I am going to fail.
I am so very sick of being sick. Which is becoming a horribly over-used refrain on my part, but my patience is just entirely gone and there is still nothing I can do to make things better.
So it looks like tomorrow I'll go in and file as officially feeble, I'll have to skip swimming as I can't afford too much time away from study, as my brain is failing to hold things in and I need all the study time I can get.
Happy side of things, I'm off to see Dad for his birthday this weekend. So I've a long weekend in Christchurch. I'm leaving pretty much straight after my exam on Thursday. Will be good to get away and not have time to wallow in self pity after how shit the exam is going to be.
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