Wow, my haircut was almost a month ago. It still seems new.
Mostly the change in meds made me sleepy. So sleepy. Thus I have had a pretty low-key month.
The morning after I wrote last, I had to go to the pharmacy in the morning to pick up a script. Leaving the house is always too much effort. That afternoon the guy who calls me his boyfriend finished his exams and kidnapped me off to Port Chalmers for the night. Dinner cooked by his mother followed by too much ice cream and curling up to a movie. I think that might be the night when we fell asleep failing to watch Quills.
I didn't make it home until mid-afternoon meds time the next day (forced by having not packed meds for more than a full day out of my house - he wanted to keep me out there for longer).
I didn't leave the house for the next few days. Too exhausted. I spent the time playing Shin Megami Tensei V (or just lying on the floor for hours on end) while listening to the audiobook of Robert Jordan's The Eye of the World. I did not love it. Not even convinced it was better than Foundation, which I had listened to at the start of the week. Because I wanted books covered before I started on the TV shows based on them.
On the evening of Monday 22nd I finally left my flat, to go to D&D.
Tuesday I had brainpoking. It was supposed to be discussing 'vocation' - which is apparently something I need to be thinking about more. But having rather rapidly fallen into something with the trappings of a relationship since I had last seen him, it became the focus. My psychodynamic psychotherapist (he didn't like it when I said I described him as my brain-poker) called me out on falling into some unhealthy old patterns. This was half-fair.
I started the second Wheel of Time audiobook, The Great Hunt, on Wednesday.
On Thursday I went to Adjø with Midget for lunch. Hipster danish open sandwiches. I got the danish meatball one. It was good.
Friday I got a message from my dad saying he was coming to town. So that evening I went for dinner with him and my sister Evelyn. We went to Mela Eatery before going to the movies and seeing the new Venom film. It was fun but terrible. The guy who calls me his boyfriend was fortunately busy.
He was not busy the next day and somehow I ended up bringing him for lunch with my family. We went to the Speight's Ale House and dad and Ev were both too keen to get along with him. It was alright, I guess. But..... eh. We all went to Eternals. Then I hung out with the guy who called me his boyfriends for the evening. Picked up his shopping with him. Was introduced to his ex in an only mildly awkward social engagement at her house.
I got dropped home at 0550 on Sunday morning as the guy who calls me his boyfriend headed to his early Sunday morning job.
Monday evening I didn't have D&D but the guy who calls me his boyfriend invited me to get dinner with him as his step daughter (who I had not yet met). I agreed. It was only once I was in his car on the way there that he admitted we were going to his daughter's 16th birthday celebration, and thus a bunch of family would be there. I was not happy about the misleading invite, and not having a gift. Or being dressed as nicely as I would have for a birthday.
So the start of my first brainpoking session that was actually about vocation started off with a vent about being dragged to a sweet 16th under false pretences. But then there was a long chat about how productive I should be, with some confusion when I explained how sick I actually am in more detail than I had before. Apparently it all fit with my neurology reports, while also not at all what the records had implied. It was awkward but maybe only in my head. And afterwards I swung past the sexual health clinic to repeat the test the lab messed up the first time (the one for chlamydia, it came back clear obviously). My phone tells me I went with the guy who calls me his boyfriend to get his scripts from the pharmacy that evening. I am trying to remember if I went to his that night... No wait. This is the week I had HelloFresh and on the Tuesday evening I made "Korean-glazed Beef Strips" for the two of us and actually ate the meal at my dining table. I think it is the first meal I have had at that table since I moved flat.
On Wednesday I missed quiz again, for no better excuse that I had HelloFresh to use. HelloFresh really wasn't for me. I have too many food intolerances. The website wasn't giving the correct discounts and was too annoying to use. And the food was all so fucking messy to cook. My kitchen took more damage from four HelloFresh meals than it has from nine months of my regular semi-messy cooking. Also, just too much effort when I was far too tired.
Thursday I had dinner with Simon and Firmin at Nando's. Joe was too cool for us and we had no hanging out afterwards.
Friday, I was off to Pakkers to get there and realise I had utterly forgotten what I had gone to the supermarket for, when the guy who calls me his boyfriend messaged to know where I was. He ended up picking me up from the supermarket - swinging past my house so I could grab stuff before I went to his place for the night. Though we did come back in to town for dinner at Sampan after I decided against trying to cook my last HelloFresh bag in his kitchen. Using a strange kitchen is not the most fun.
Then home of Saturday afternoon for a weekend of Stellaris (which I have been playing a lot of since the Aquatic DLC came out) and recovering from his being too much.
On Monday I installed Anniversary Edition Skyrim and was sorting mods before I played. This led to as kitchen accident. I had left the fry pan on the heat far too long so when I poured a bit of oil in it started boiling almost instantly and then when I dropped a chunk of tofu in it 'sploded and I got hit with oil that burnt some of my skin onto the t-shirt I was wearing. So I have belly of pretty nasty burn.
The guy who calls me his boyfriend came almost the moment I told him it had happened and attempted some first aid beyond the icepack approach I had taken. I think at this stage he may be transitioning in to actually being my boyfriend (which is a terrible plan for a bunch of reasons). He brought a client/friend of his who he had been with when he got the message along. I don't love having guests. People in my house is stressful, and strangers are much worse. But he had me gladwrapped up for a bit to keep air off the burn - which did reduce the pain.
By the time I went to D&D that night I had gone with a big Advanced Healing BandAid for the plastic complete seal over it. We had Japanese takeaways and played a very story/social D&D session. I think all my rolls were Deception and Persuasion checks.
Tuesday, brainpoking. Even though it was the most recent one, I can't think what we actually talked about. I think we wrapped up the vocation discussion, but I think the rest might have just been me waffling too much.
I spent Wednesday helping Carla do her Christmas shopping for her husband. It was good to get out. In the evening Firmin and Claire came around to play the Dragon Prince boardgame I bought and which it turns out I just entirely don't enjoy. Also turns out one of the parts came broken and I should complain to the company, but effort. (And I just sent a complaint email. I have been working on this entry for over nine hours - why is writing anything so hard today - I have wasted the day it is almost bedtime and I am still on the lunch time quick-task-before-I-play-some-Skyrim.)
Thursday, I left the house to get lunch with Oli. I should have supermarketed at some point but I didn't. I achieved nothing useful. But did play some Skyrim...
Friday and today have been at home in PJs the whole days. The guy who I guess I should just call my boyfriend visited both days in attempts to seduce me into going to his place. But too tired.
Partially tired from the meds, which seems to be ongoing.
More specifically tired as I changed the bandage on my burns yesterday and it was a reminder in how much pain my I suppressing on a daily basis and that my pain tolerance has limits. By last night my migraine and surgical site were both hurting in ways that made it very clear how much work my meat sack is doing to trick my consciousness into thinking it is worth staying alive from day to day.
Also, wow. My neck is not as healed as I liked to think.
How fucking long does healing take after surgery?
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