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I'm Laura. I am female, 31, a gamer, a bookworm, a knitter, a spinner, a tatter, pierced, tattooed, musical, vehemently geeky and occasionally ineptly artistic.

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Posted at 09 Jun 2009 10:55:21 PM

Ugh. Here's the thing of it:

Last Wednesday, I was persuaded to see a doctor for the problematic fingers-becoming-numb, dropping things, hands hurting problem. On Friday, I actually got in to see said doctor, who (to sum up) said that I have carpal tunnel syndrome, of the moderate variety, and handed me a prescription for twice-daily NSAIDs and wrist braces "to be worn at night without fail, and at other times during the day when convenient." Which it really isn't, ever, but I got myself into this mess.

Friday night things cheered right up when poppins17 and I went to see RENT at the Fox, with Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp, live and in person, strike me dead if I'm lying. In some ways it was beyond awesome, and in other ways ... well, I think they may have been doing this show a bit too long. It's fresher, somehow, with the kids who haven't been doing it for the better part of a decade. With Adam especially he seemed like he was doing it by rote rather than with enthusiasm... but I think it was noticeable more in the times between songs. He certainly pulled out a kickass One Song Glory. Angel, Mimi, Moreen, Collins and the rest of the cast were their usual stellar selves. (There was NOT, thank goodness, a repeat of the Angel Issues incident at Proctor's from quite a few years ago.)

I really wanted to nick the RENT poster from outside the Schnucks here, but I didn't get to it soon enough. Curses.

Caught a nasty cold, probably at the doctor's office. Saturday I was unsure, Sunday I was death on toast, and Monday was slightly better. Today is slightly better still, although I still have an inexplicable sore throat and stuffy nose.

Also today, that would be Tuesday, I bombed an interview. I'm really not sure exactly what part of anything the interviewer objected to, but after two hours I was informed that I was not a good fit. To quote, I was "damn insightful" and "if [he] had a developer position open, he'd hire me in a heartbeat." Of which I don't believe a word: he'd subject me to exactly as much scrutiny for a dev job as he would for this tech support one, and I know perfectly well that I don't possess the language skills that they use in that shop. But I digress. I'm trying not to be insulted by the notion that I'm more suited to dev than to work on the other end of computer support, but rather look at it as if he was able to tell something about me that I can't see myself. Maybe he's right... I really don't know.

Anyhow, in disappointment I came home, ate White Castle for lunch, knitted on my Sabine until my fingers started to go numb, took a 15 minute break and then went to tonight's raid. (I know, I know, I'm stupid.) They're still tingling, and I ought to go put my braces on, but I'm being stupid and stubborn. I will once I finish typing this. And finish my dailies.




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Catching up.


Posted at 11 Mar 2009 10:44:05 AM

I got the last shot of the HPV/cervical cancer vaccine yesterday. Accordingly, my left arm is now complaining verbosely at anything I ask it to do. The rest of me feels run-down and woozy; whether that's a side effect of the shot, the rapid temperature changes outside, or another job-related stress cold, I don't know.

If it is the latter, the good part about this whole job mess is I will no longer feel any guilt about taking a couple of days' sick time. (I'm trying not to post too much about said mess here in public. For what it's worth, if you want to know what's going on, just email me.)

Dan's parents were in town last week and were instrumental in getting part of a kitchen wall (not the demon green one, the other one) taken out so that we can use our refrigerator effectively. We've also got a new french door in place of the old aluminum sliding one, and it looks fantastic.

It also insulates the house so much better that we're having difficulties regulating the heat again; the mean temperature's gone up by at least 5 degrees. Combine that with the recent 70-80* weather outside, and inside is just stifling.

Speaking of weather, if this keeps up, I'm going to have to start my vegetable seedlings pretty soon. The garden is still a mess from last fall, and needs a rather severe beating cleaning as well as at least a couple more bags of soil and peat moss. I'll get around to it; this sort of thing starts slowly.

Finished my diamond socks! Forgive the right toe in the picture: it was pre-weaving in ends and blocking. It's better now, I promise ;-)




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Where I've been


Posted at 10 Nov 2008 03:59:03 PM

Day 6 of my left arm being taken over by a hematoma. I realize that I didn't exactly mention days 1 through 5 - they were lost in a haze of "Wait, wtf?", "There is no way in hell that I am typing today" and "I forgot again."

Long story short: after giving blood on Wednesday, the nurse tied the gauze pad to my arm with plastic "tape" in the classic above-and-below-the-elbow figure-8 technique. But she tied the top part just a wee bit too tight - and I didn't notice it 'til I got home after knitting class. By the time I peeled the tape off, there was a rather gigantic bulge in my arm right above where the tape was, it didn't go away, and it hurt like a motherf*cker.

Should I have noticed at some point during the day? Probably. In my defense, they'd dug around in my arm for a good 20 minutes, trying to actually find the vein. Also, I was wearing a long-sleeved sweater. I wasn't really in a position to differentiate between "pain" and "more pain" - I just figured it hurt because they'd torn up the inside of my vein.

Live and learn.

So after 24 hours of my arm having a golfball-sized bulge and crying in the car from the pain (ya'll? I do not cry in public), I broke down and headed to the doctor's after work on Thursday. Diagnosis: hematoma. Prognosis: It's going to hurt like someone took wire shears to your arm muscles. Here, have some Tramadol! Also, as the blood drains out it'll probably look like you got your arm caught in a shredder.

So here we are today. I've learned that I dislike narcotics rather intensely, that the muscles above and below my elbow STILL hurt if I move too quickly or do tricky things like turn my palm upwards, and that after the past 2 bad experiences I'm banned from giving blood again By Order of the Husband.

Not that I disagree... the Red Cross seems to have missed the "do no harm" part of the Hippocratic Oath, and I'm rather annoyed at them. Red Cross? Let me know when you actually train your phlebotomists, and then I'll be back.

(Also, we have a new cat. She is solid black, 6 months old and her name, for the present at least, is Endora. Mollie is Not Amused.)




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The definition of "irony."


Posted at 11 Dec 2008 10:59:09 AM

Today, I am: Sunburned.

Today, my perfume is: The Lady of Shalott.

The irony is not lost on me.

Also, I have a sinus headache which is making me want to drive a spike into my head via my nose, the office is FREEZING, and I seem to have left both my sweatshirts at home. Adding insult to injury, Starbucks fucked up my cappucino. Today is starting off badly to say the least.

Re: the sunburn, the weekend at the lake was fun. As promised there was much lying in the lake on floaty things and drinking raspberry Smirnoff Ices. Dan and I stopped by this highly nifty outlet mall on the way back, at which I spent certainly more than I ought on various kitchen toys, a new cherry-red leather wallet and new watch (*squee* for my awesome Fossil cuff watch). Got home, went out to dinner as cooking was out of the question. Fell asleep at 9:30pm.

(Woke up briefly during the thunderstorm and feared for my tomatoes. Holy shit, midwest - what gave rise to thatparticular display of meteorological temper tantrums?)




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Wedding + Pointfest


Posted at 11 Dec 2008 10:58:13 AM

Friend's wedding was Saturday. Wedding went off with only a minor hitch (one of the groommen's mothers had a small accident), and then we went home to kill five and a half hours (I kid you not) before the reception.

The wedding reaffirmed our decision not to do the thing formally, that's for sure... at least it was short and absolutely textbook. Reception was fine (equally textbook), except for the occasional screwups re: very drunk bridal party*, feedback-prone sound system, video projector and a craptastic DJ. But hey! At the end of the day, they're still married. And at this moment, probably on a honeymoon on some very correct (per textbook) hot beach.

*apparently this is par for the course? as nobody seemed in the least surprised or upset.

Reception went 'til midnight, when we went home and collapsed.

Sunday was Pointfest. We had no idea that a schedule of the bands was available ahead of time (it sure wasn't on the Point's website) so we got there about 2 hours before the good acts started playing. Met up with Brian, Quin, Drew, Pat and some other people we saw briefly during the day... saw some good acts, and it was pretty cool overall. Had a raging headache and ohgod sunburn by the end of the day, though... through the SPF 45, too! Sitting here at my desk looking (and feeling) rather like boiled lobster is not my idea of an awesome Monday.

Bowling starts tonight with a short 'welcome' meeting @ 6:30. The teams are 4-player co-ed, so Dan and I aren't sure who else we'll have.

Desperately cranky and want to be home with icepacks on my face and shoulders. That's all for now.




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Moving


Posted at 11 Dec 2008 10:56:12 AM

Mmmm, wrist problems: another episode thereof. Both arms this time, too. Typing today is going to be great. (And just in time for moving! Eep...)

Still planning on doing it all this Saturday, rain or shine. Probably rain, if weather.com is to be believed. We've got some stuff moved over, but the game plan really does seem to be "throw a lot of stuff in a lot of trucks and sort it all out when we get there." Not my preferred game plan, but hey, if it works. The cable's getting shut off at the apartment (oh noes!) and turned on at the house this afternoon. Probably good, in view of what will be my strict non-typing policy over the next few days, to try to get my wrists back to normal before work again on Monday.

May be working on a basic skellington skeleton website for Dan's boss... my soul winces at businesses nowadays with just a phone number and an "@aol.com" email address, and it's not like they need anything complicated. We'll see if I get a chance to do some mockups over the next few days. If they don't look like ass, I'll ask Dan to pass them along.




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Self-inflicted injury


Posted at 11 Dec 2008 10:34:39 AM

Awesome. I just sliced a really big chunk out of the side of my thumb on my mandoline while making scalloped potatoes. *After* cautioning someone today on cooking about how easily potatoes slice and that they should be careful.

D'oh.

The space bar is not my friend tonight.