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Mar. 20th, 2017 10:47 pm"If a nuclear bomb is dropped on your city, here's where you should run and hide:" http://www.businessinsider.com/nuclear-explosion-fallout-radiation-survival-shelter-2017-3
* RIP. "Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode (Live 1958):"
* As of Saturday, I am too ill to sleep properly. Amoung other problems, the rattling growl in my chest is loud enough to wake me with alarm every time I relax my rib cage. I spend nearly twice as much time "resting" with very little actual rest resulting. Sigh.
They did not call me back over my lungs by 5PM. Having activated the replacement card yesterday, and knowing the payment was cleared I went out for decongestant today (I have no hope of even short bursts of low quality sleep without decongestant), only to have the card declined. I got it anyway as rationing has only then me so far, but I suspect this and whatever they end up prescribing later in the week will put me under on the car insurance payment. I cam home to sort it and it turns out that when I reported the fraudulent charges a while back, they cancelled the card en route instead of the card the fraudulent charges were on. Because of course they did. I know it's a stupid 29.00, but it's rather needed for things like medicine right now and not next week. They think they can get it to me by Friday, but that'll be too late for meds. We'll see how fucked I am when the Doctor gets back to me. I am so fucking tired of poverty. I wish they'd tell us how much longer they expect the rent to be double to pay off the construction to stop everything leaking. Even a ball park figure would help. One year? Five?
* Update: They called back after 7PM, poor things. They were still in the office, which means they had a 12 hour day. Looks like they not only want the sample, but a chest x-ray, which means we're now in the $100.00 range on copays for services and meds this week. *wince* Nothing for it but to go and worry about payment next month for everything but meds. I've got a too damned early in the morning appointment for Wednesday, which means I'll be all over town tomorrow morning getting the sample in and x-rays taken. If my availability is weir all week, this is why.
If it feels like I am sick a lot you aren’t imagining it. It’s normal with my delightful collection of genetic degenerative nasties for me to be ill a lot, and I’ve ha this pathogen since early February. If you think you are tired of it.... At least I’ve just managed to stay out of ER.
Oh, and I found my keys. It turns out they'd slipped into a side pouch on my messenger bag, so Tavy was blameless.
* Tavy has been lobbying the last couple of weeks to be allowed to curl up with the lap top vent on the grounds that he is now mature enough not to wreck havoc. I know him, however, and was understandably skeptical. Last night, his body language actually looked promising, so I removed the Tavy guard that normally protects the lap top from violent raiding, and moved several thins to less convenient locations to protect them from him flopping around. he managed a whole half hour before attempting a destructive raid on hands and keyboard, so odds are I will allow supervised visits as long as his body language says nap, not play.
* I bet you could make a really good BBC sitcom based on a 14th century village. It would somewhere between All Creatures Great and Small and the Stephen Fry Kingdom in tone, with a touch of Yes Minister.
It could be really funny done right. Frankpledges and malefactors of the Marsh. Arguments on court day about Ale fines and the ownership of ducks. Strong minded village women hitting handsy drunk farmer with frying pans. Amusing period slang insults. Well meaning young cleric in search of a *ahem* “housekeeper.” Various Stewards and the like caught between village reality and the Lord and Lady’s expectations.
* Jokes for Nerds: Aristotle and Plato Edition: http://gwydionmisha.tumblr.com/post/158650975707/quinfirefrorefiddle-demonbloodsausagedog
Walking Dead: I want Jesus to get a boyfriend, but at the same time, that show is very into "kill your gays" and if he gets a partner, odds are one of them will die shortly after. Apparently, I'm really invested emotionally in an ACE Darryl, which can only lead to disappointment, but oh would I like there to be an Ace character in something I watch and Darryl would be perfect for all sorts of reasons.
*****
* Full list of Resistance and charity links has been migrated to my profile as it was getting out of hand.
* Help pay for cat food, litter, meds, medical copays: Paypal Lethran@gmail.com
* Want Game of Thrones without the creepy? We desperately need new players. We are very inclusive. "Game of Bones MUSH:" gobmush.wikidot.com
* RIP. "Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode (Live 1958):"
* As of Saturday, I am too ill to sleep properly. Amoung other problems, the rattling growl in my chest is loud enough to wake me with alarm every time I relax my rib cage. I spend nearly twice as much time "resting" with very little actual rest resulting. Sigh.
They did not call me back over my lungs by 5PM. Having activated the replacement card yesterday, and knowing the payment was cleared I went out for decongestant today (I have no hope of even short bursts of low quality sleep without decongestant), only to have the card declined. I got it anyway as rationing has only then me so far, but I suspect this and whatever they end up prescribing later in the week will put me under on the car insurance payment. I cam home to sort it and it turns out that when I reported the fraudulent charges a while back, they cancelled the card en route instead of the card the fraudulent charges were on. Because of course they did. I know it's a stupid 29.00, but it's rather needed for things like medicine right now and not next week. They think they can get it to me by Friday, but that'll be too late for meds. We'll see how fucked I am when the Doctor gets back to me. I am so fucking tired of poverty. I wish they'd tell us how much longer they expect the rent to be double to pay off the construction to stop everything leaking. Even a ball park figure would help. One year? Five?
* Update: They called back after 7PM, poor things. They were still in the office, which means they had a 12 hour day. Looks like they not only want the sample, but a chest x-ray, which means we're now in the $100.00 range on copays for services and meds this week. *wince* Nothing for it but to go and worry about payment next month for everything but meds. I've got a too damned early in the morning appointment for Wednesday, which means I'll be all over town tomorrow morning getting the sample in and x-rays taken. If my availability is weir all week, this is why.
If it feels like I am sick a lot you aren’t imagining it. It’s normal with my delightful collection of genetic degenerative nasties for me to be ill a lot, and I’ve ha this pathogen since early February. If you think you are tired of it.... At least I’ve just managed to stay out of ER.
Oh, and I found my keys. It turns out they'd slipped into a side pouch on my messenger bag, so Tavy was blameless.
* Tavy has been lobbying the last couple of weeks to be allowed to curl up with the lap top vent on the grounds that he is now mature enough not to wreck havoc. I know him, however, and was understandably skeptical. Last night, his body language actually looked promising, so I removed the Tavy guard that normally protects the lap top from violent raiding, and moved several thins to less convenient locations to protect them from him flopping around. he managed a whole half hour before attempting a destructive raid on hands and keyboard, so odds are I will allow supervised visits as long as his body language says nap, not play.
* I bet you could make a really good BBC sitcom based on a 14th century village. It would somewhere between All Creatures Great and Small and the Stephen Fry Kingdom in tone, with a touch of Yes Minister.
It could be really funny done right. Frankpledges and malefactors of the Marsh. Arguments on court day about Ale fines and the ownership of ducks. Strong minded village women hitting handsy drunk farmer with frying pans. Amusing period slang insults. Well meaning young cleric in search of a *ahem* “housekeeper.” Various Stewards and the like caught between village reality and the Lord and Lady’s expectations.
* Jokes for Nerds: Aristotle and Plato Edition: http://gwydionmisha.tumblr.com/post/158650975707/quinfirefrorefiddle-demonbloodsausagedog
Walking Dead: I want Jesus to get a boyfriend, but at the same time, that show is very into "kill your gays" and if he gets a partner, odds are one of them will die shortly after. Apparently, I'm really invested emotionally in an ACE Darryl, which can only lead to disappointment, but oh would I like there to be an Ace character in something I watch and Darryl would be perfect for all sorts of reasons.
*****
* Full list of Resistance and charity links has been migrated to my profile as it was getting out of hand.
* Help pay for cat food, litter, meds, medical copays: Paypal Lethran@gmail.com
* Want Game of Thrones without the creepy? We desperately need new players. We are very inclusive. "Game of Bones MUSH:" gobmush.wikidot.com