Thunderstorm rages, though not severe.

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I am still sick, and think I have yet another relapse of EBV. It SUCKS. I hate my blood getting drawn, I hate going to the doc's office (I waited for two hours for a twenty minute consult. Tell me that isn't messed up.), and I hate not being at work. Of course, it's no secret that I hate my job, but I like getting paid. I'd rather do my job and get paid for that, than sitting at home sick.

I haven't gotten started on my Queen's Prize project, at least painting wise, but I also haven't accumulated all my paints yet. I think I may just bite the bullet and get paints from Walmart instead.

Bah. I really should get to bed, but as this storm is on the noisy side, I'm afraid sleep may not come soon.

Well, I'm getting better. My voice is starting to go, but I can now keep food down. It's a trade-off I'll take. Meanwhile, it gives me time to work on the icon project for Queen's Prize. My current shopping list comes to $60, which just proves that I can do this inexpensively. A lot of the paints will get used for other things (other icons, mayhaps), and it's not like I'll use all of the gold leafing. At least, I hope I don't.

Meanwhile, I've been dealing ( with some unusual circumstances... )

Anyway, I'm going to go to bed. Maybe. Sleep is good.

So, I had a moment where I was really bumming about missing the Ball at Lilies tonight, which makes me more hellbent on getting to Raid or Trade. Jib has graciously saved a place for me in his tent (I have -the- coolest Household brother, ever). So, once Lilies ends, I'm going to post a note on the BFS Y! group to see if I can catch a ride with someone who's going. Because, darnit, I want to go.

In non-SCA news, I somehow managed to French braid my hair tonight, without assistance. I'm so proud of myself.

Off to take my meds and go to sleep. Sleep is good.

In some ways, I'm glad I'm not going to Lilies. In other ways, I'm seriously bummed out. Here's why I'm glad I'm not going.

1) I found a lump on my left mastoid (that's the bone behind the ear). I'm dealing with vertigo, I feel sick to my stomach, and I know it's just not a healthy thing.

2) It gives me time to get stuff separated for a move sometime this summer.

3) It's time to spend with Anti.

4) I won't be as tempted to spend like crazy! My wallet will thank me, one day.

5) Most of my household isn't able to go, either, due to attacks of mundanity, so in some ways, it's a good thing. I'm shy when I'm in large groups of unfamiliar (and sometimes familiar) people, and sometimes, I just need to be around a close group of friends so I don't go crazy.

Here's why I'm bummed about not being able to go.

1) I'll miss a lot of good friends. Cathus, Arina, huscarl105, scooterheather, kewlherman, and the lovely summersdream, just to name a few.

2) I'll miss out on a ton of nifty activities. I love learning nifty historical things, and I'm bummed about not being able to do them.

3) I'm really going to wish I could be at the ball. I LOVE dancing. Love it.

4) I'm also really going to miss being in that environment. It's why I play in the SCA. I love the environment.

5) NS, IWT stories. I love hearing them, but it's never quite the same. I really want to be there so I have my own to tell one day.

So, for y'all going, have fun. Tell me what happens.

Isn't it ironic, don'tcha think?

Yeah, so the one day I actually start feeling halfway human, is the day I had my appointment with my doctor. He's improved in bedside manner, thank goodness, but it still didn't help things out.

First off, poked and prodded. I went ahead and wrote down my symptoms since Wednesday, which did help. So, Dr Holly got my full list of migraine, nausea, upset stomach, lethargy, the feeling of needing to sleep for more than thirteen hours, coughing, low grade temp, and the sudden pain of a stiff, painful lumbar and neck.

So, after that, poked in my painful back (that wasn't fun), then, it was off to pee in the cup. That was not fun, especially since I was bone dry. So, I stood there for a good while drinking water while the nurse watched. Ah, there's nothing like bringing back memories of those scary-as-Satan-and-Snape school nurses. Anyway. I peed in the cup, and got released with a prescription for my back pain (500mgs of Naproxen, twice daily, for twenty days, plus an optional refill) and a diagnosis of, "it's viral. I'm not sure what exactly it is, but it's viral." He even wrote "viral...something" on my chart. When I get the call about my blood work, I'll know more, but I've got to head back to work tomorrow.

Bleh.

I still feel horrid, but not as badly as before.

And to think, my biggest fear was that they'd do a lumbar puncture.

Silly imagination.

Yep, I'm still sick.

My biggest fear is if it's the superbug. What a lot of you may not know, is that I have staph-induced psoriasis. I just got done with a really bad psoriasis flare, and I'm hedging my bets towards a staph flare. Blech. All I know is that I've had a five-day long headache, I'm totally off my feed, my stomach hurts, I'm sleeping all the time, and my back is killing me more so than normal. I'm going into the doc's tomorrow, and hopefully will find out what the hell is wrong.

I'm personally thinking it's viral meningitis (which is slightly nicer than bacterial meningitis) or the stomach flu, but the puzzle pieces aren't fitting in quite right for the flu.

I just want to get better, and inasmuch as I hate work, I really do miss doing something useful.

Please pray for healing of some kind. I just want to get better, and get back to some idea of normalcy.

I love having sick days.

Not.

I took the day off work due to throwing up. I'm blaming the three cluster and/or migraine headaches this weekend alone and the synapses going crazy. I did not eat any of my triggers, so it's got to be hormonal. You know it's bad when in the middle of game night, I ask for a blanket to put over my head and I end up babbling incoherently until I go to sleep fifteen minutes later.

So, yes, I wasn't at work today, and I will more than likely get kvetched at (again, not my fault. My body does stupid stuff like this all the time). Blech.

I cut six and a half inches of hair off. I'm still getting used to it. I have yet to take photos, but I probably will soon.

I met my friend Shaun's friends: Matt and Steve. Matt plays in the SCA. In fact, purplellamaboi, you know him. He's Modar's newest protégé. For the life of me, I can't remember his SCA name. I blame the migraines. Steve is the flight instructor, and he and I had a good fourty-five minute conversation about altimeters (which I think are spiffy). If I go permanently barmy, I might consider flying lessons. I'm only halfway barmy. We've got some time to go.

I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted, I still feel horrid, and I do need to go to work, or else, well, more kvetching will ensue. I'm trying to avoid that.