effervescible: (Default)
No, I'm not actually going to die, I'm just doing that "to name it is to claim it" special kind of hypochrondria where I make jokes and then it never happens.

So I can handle sore throats. No big. I really dislike feeling like there's food or something stuck in my throat, which I've kinda felt since Wednesday, with the exceptions of when the sore throat blossomed and that pain obscured the funky feeling. It's annoying as shit to constantly feel like I have to swallow to get something down, except I can't.

If it's still there at the end of this week, I'll go to the doctor (...ugh, now I need to look for my insurance card) but does anyone want to reassure me that it's not A) a bone B) amazingly fast-growing cancer that will choke me by Tuesday? Mob has suggested maybe I ate something that nicked the lining of my throat and this is the healing process and whatever passes for a scab. Maybe. Really not liking this.
effervescible: (brain cancer)
Thanks to my pill cocktail, I am largely on the mend. The knots from my fall last week are almost gone, the chest congestion is largely diminished, and my throat is not so inflamed from coughing. The cough is still there, but it's like...before, there was a parasitical alien attached to my lungs, making me cough. Now, the alien is dead, but I still have to cough to slough off its decaying corpse. It's a whole different thing.
effervescible: (ew sick)
Took a sick day today. Might take a sick day tomorrow! Karen and Summer from work both offered to bring me stuffs, and Summer actually did (chicken soup and OJ) so I feel all loved. May take a sick day tomorrow, but I doubt this'll go to three. Spent the day napping on and off and playing Cooking Mama and Bliich (as dubbed by Casey.) Despite the fact that I got up at 1 PM, I'm knackered, so more sleep now!
effervescible: (Default)
Well, that was a miserable flight. Time for home and the doctor.
effervescible: (ew sick)
I still have a slight crater in my head (with a cut around the edge where it ripped) AND I have a cold with niagara-levels of snoting coming out of my nose (P.S. TMI).

Oh yeah. Tomorrow's gonna rock.


Nov. 23rd, 2006 03:30 pm
effervescible: (brave little toaster)
If you ever make a list of Things Not To Do On Thanksgiving, may I suggest putting "do not crack head into pointy corner of bureau, thus causing a literal dent in the head along with more blood than is strictly necessary" RIGHT at the top?

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Looks like no stitches will be necessary, but we were debating. Well, my parents debated as I sat on the toilet and cried. I'm mostly okay now (though I kinda need to wash my hair over the crash site--ick) but man, am I glad Dad travels with the giant-sized bottle of ibuprofen.
effervescible: (ew sick)
Dear body,

Fuck off. You are not allowed to get sick now, okay? Dammit! Pay attention.

Urgh. I have no specific symptoms right now but I'm filled with that overall "bleh, feels like crap" sensation.
effervescible: (pouty mcpouterson)
Still sick. Slept, tossed and turned, slept again. Watched my FMA DVD subbed--very nice. I like the show more the second time through. No real dub/sub preference. Napped a lot off and on b/c sitting at the computer for too long made for craply feelings. No fun there. Began organization of comics and spread them in a giant circle in the basement. Had soup and popcorn for dinner courtesy of mom. So very healthy. Feeling better but not 100% yet and not I'm a lot more coughy. Went to sleep. (Well, in a few.)

Oh yeah. My life is a whirlwind madcap adventure.


Feb. 11th, 2005 01:14 am
effervescible: (ew sick)
I feel vomitrocious.
effervescible: (ew sick)
The shoulder pain I've been experiencing for a month+ is definitely my rotator cuff. No surprise there. He thinks it's more likely a strain than a tear, which is good. If it were torn, I think the situation would be Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200, Proceed Directly to the Orthopedic Surgeon and Why Don't You Give HIM the $200 and Then Some.

As it stands, he told me to do some stretching exercises. If it's not better next Thursday, I call him and he sets me up with some physical therapy at the hospital, conveniently located 5 minutes down the road so I can basically roll out of bed and down the hill to get there. If THAT doesn't work, off I go to the land of MRIs and poential surgery. You can tell I'm an overworked senior when my first concern isn't the general anesthesia (which I have never done) or the effect on my health, but rather "Ye gods, how will I TYPE if that happens?"

>.< Redux

Dec. 13th, 2004 08:24 pm
effervescible: (wtf?)
One the phone with my mom:

Me: *mentions that she has doctor's appointment Friday for shoulder pain*
Mom: Blah blah blah I hope this doesn't scare you but a third kid who once lived in our old neighborhood has cancer, bone this time instead of leukemia. Not to scare you or anything!

Yeah, it's most likely tendinitis. But still!


Jul. 17th, 2004 03:37 am
effervescible: (sasuke needs a hug)
I think I'm a bit sick.

effervescible: (fear!)
Okay, I TOOK the antibiotics, WHY am I not better? This tuberculosis shit better cut the FUCK out SOON or I will flail ineffectively do...something.


I can be cheered up with fic, fyi.


Oct. 2nd, 2003 12:55 am
effervescible: (diablo)
effervescible: (sexy bastard touga kiryuu)
Though I only needed one--I am root canaled and pain-free! And with an unneeded prescription for Dervoset or something. Anyone want it? ;)

I'd like to say that root canals are nowhere near as bad as my imagination and pictures on Google image search led me to believe. I'd like to say that, but it'd be a lie--OH GOD, THE PAIN. WILL IT NEVER END?

Not really. The root canal itself was fine--I knew the novocaine was working when Dr. Foster, God bless his comforting, not-laughing-at-me-bringing-my-mom-along self (she read Harry Potter in the corner), asked if I could feel "this" and I was like, feel what? But getting the novocaine in? Holy shit, I didn't KNOW needles could go that far into the gums. I swore they were going to poke out the other side. I practically broke my own hands clenching them together. Wasn't expecting three injections, either. I was proud of myself, though--I didn't whimper once. Apparently the upper jaw injections are worse than the lower, so...uh...lucky me, I guess, it can't get worse if I ever have to have another one.

Notable exchanges:

Me: *coughs*
Dr. Foster: Oh, sorry about the smoke there.
Me: HMMURGH? [translation: SMOKE?]

Dr. Foster [to assistant]: See, it's almost totally necrotic.
Me: [thinking] What a great band name.

The smell of enamel being ground into powder as the drill goes in is really, really disgusting.

I kept my eyes closed for most of the time--mostly out of boredom, as I really couldn't see anything anyway, though they provided me with stylin' green sunglasses thingies since I'd be facing the overhead light for so long--but when I opened them at one point, I saw a veritable pincushion of drills. Eek.

So today I'm all good and I have my very first filling. (That's the irony of this whole thing--I take good care of my teeth. They are naturally healthy teeth. I have never had a cavity or anything necessitating dental work beyond check-ups, other than needing braces.) And I'm kind of proud of having a vampire tooth.

And now for a truly uninteresting Angie's Dog anecdote. Last night we were watching CSI or something when we hear this bang, and then whimpering that sounds like Spencer is inside the house. "WTF?" say I. Turns out someone was setting off firecrackers outside and Spencer, being terrified if loud noises like firecrackers and thunder, leaned his front paws against the house and poked out the cardboard panel that we had taped in the window beside the A/C unit to keep bugs out. (Window is wider than the unit.) It was a "had to be there" moment, but I must say I found him whimpering and poking his head inside quite hysterical. We took a picture. We are bad Dog Parents, humiliating our baby. So he came in and slept with me, and it was all good until his panting beside my head woke me up at 5 and 7 in the morning. Shut up, dog, I will give you attention AFTER I'm awake.

Today is the 4th of July. I don't really have it in me to write a long, introspective post on what the freedom my country offers means to me (for the record, I appreciate it) so I'll just say this: I'm glad that I have the right to vote Dubya's ass out of office come election time.


Sep. 18th, 2002 12:02 pm
effervescible: (eddo)
It's official. I'm sick. Not terribly so, but still. Symptoms are a tightness in my chest, a sore but not absolutely wretched throat, general craptitude and slight waves of wooziness. Is there something in the hall air? Is that it? First Becky, then Val, then me. Though I don't seem to have the same kind of cold...remarkably, the lines on my design homework remain straight.

Erm...I don't really have a point to this, do I. Let's just say that South Park Trigun both intrigues me and frightens me beyond belief and leave it at that.

I want more Utena music.
effervescible: (huh?)
From an e I just sent:

"I'm seriously feeling like I am on speed right now. It's amazing I
can type as coherently as I am because it does not reflect what is in my
brain. If this is what getting high is like, I don't think I like it. I
feel so out of control. Slightly distanced from everything, kinda numb, but
my brain is shooting in a thousand different directions at a thousand miles
right now. wow. Remember that scene from the disney version of dumbo, with
all the pink elephants and hallucinatory shit going on? that's kind of what
I feel like now. so. weird."

Damn. I stopped taking my prescription meds in favor of Tylenol after two doses because of nausea, but the pain was enough that today I went back on them and wow. Codeine. Is interesting.
effervescible: (moody)
I actually cried from the pain and sickness. I haven't done that in years.

I'll be okay sooner or later. Just now...ugh.

I need more gauze.


Jun. 20th, 2002 09:22 pm
effervescible: (moody)
Wanna barf...oof...note to self...ONE SCOOP OF ICE CREAM IS PLENTY.
effervescible: (sadme)
I knew it was too good to last. The stupid-ass cold air and famous BG wind have given me a lovely cough. No other cold symptoms, just a chest-deep raspy hacking feeling. I may not be British, but--bugger, bugger, bugger.

At least I'm getting smut. Or something. And the fic is demanding to be written. That's something.


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