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beandelphikiOMG PERSONAL FAIL X 100000
To all the various people I owe stuff to: OH MY GOD, I AM SO, SO SORRY. It's...really late at this point, I know.
The past two days I've done basically nothing meaningful except post a couple of dumb comments to lj. I pretty much slept ALL of Monday, Monday night, most of Tuesday, and last night. It was simply stupid. Every time I got up I'd think I'd start on my MASSIVE to-do list, starting with answering emails, and then...I'd get woozy and pass out somewhere. I've done a lot of sleeping on the floor. Mustang (that's my cat, the one that's in love with me) is thrilled, he's gotten to sleep snuggled up to me quite a bit recently.
At least I finally figured out what was happening late last night when I started bleeding. Whoo-hoo. I tend to sleep like I've slipped into a coma for the few days prior to the start of that; I blame it on the fact that I generally lose (and yes, I kept track for several months, so I know) around two-thirds to four-fifths of a metric cup of blood every month. "Average loss of 40mL over a 5-day period," - BITE ME, MEDICAL ESTABLISHMENT.
(But no, I'm not anemic. I have never tested anywhere near anemic. I'm a little blood iron MACHINE. Well, and I eat meat practically three meals a day.)
Once I realized that, I knew I'd be in too much pain to do anything useful for the remainder of the night. So I took some painkillers and went to bed. I set my alarm for early this morning so I could get up and work on that to-do list.
FAIL.
I slept through my alarm until it turned itself off. Then I slept in until noon, at which point (a good 13 hours after I'd turned in), I finally woke up on my own and realized that:
-I hadn't done any of the things I promised various people I'd do. :(
-I hadn't showered in TWO DAYS, ick.
-I hadn't done any laundry.
-I seemed to have knocked my glasses over the side of my loft bed and now can't find them. :(
-...And so on and so forth.
ACK, why me? Why always when I have stuff to do? This couldn't be next week? Why does bleeding from my crotch have to disrupt my other systems so badly? THE FEMALE REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEM ISN'T VERY EFFICIENT, GUYS.
I might have been able to avoid this crunch if I'd known this was coming, but OF COURSE this is a month I didn't keep track.
So I showered, dug out my old glasses to wear, scrambled into some clothes and went to work. Got to listen to people telling me all day, "Wow, did you not sleep last night? You look like you're going to fall over." THANKS BUNCHES, PEOPLE. My eyes still have that gritty feeling to them, as if I haven't spent most of the past 48 hours of my days off passed out on my face. WTF? It's totally bizarre, when you think about it...when I was in withdrawal from Dexedrine, I felt like this for two weeks, which doesn't seem like it should be possible. But that's the human body for you; makes up it's own rules, it does.
So...yeah. "Bad day," doesn't quite cover it here. More like one of those days where you wonder why you got up at all.
But I've got laundry going, discs burning, and I'm in the process of answering email. If I owe you something which can be sent via the internet, you should have it within a few hours, as I'm working on it RIGHT NOW. If not...um, gimme a couple of more days.
Apologies again! I really feel terrible you guys, I'm sorry.
Edit: Whoo, add "HTML fail" to the list.
To all the various people I owe stuff to: OH MY GOD, I AM SO, SO SORRY. It's...really late at this point, I know.
The past two days I've done basically nothing meaningful except post a couple of dumb comments to lj. I pretty much slept ALL of Monday, Monday night, most of Tuesday, and last night. It was simply stupid. Every time I got up I'd think I'd start on my MASSIVE to-do list, starting with answering emails, and then...I'd get woozy and pass out somewhere. I've done a lot of sleeping on the floor. Mustang (that's my cat, the one that's in love with me) is thrilled, he's gotten to sleep snuggled up to me quite a bit recently.
At least I finally figured out what was happening late last night when I started bleeding. Whoo-hoo. I tend to sleep like I've slipped into a coma for the few days prior to the start of that; I blame it on the fact that I generally lose (and yes, I kept track for several months, so I know) around two-thirds to four-fifths of a metric cup of blood every month. "Average loss of 40mL over a 5-day period," - BITE ME, MEDICAL ESTABLISHMENT.
(But no, I'm not anemic. I have never tested anywhere near anemic. I'm a little blood iron MACHINE. Well, and I eat meat practically three meals a day.)
Once I realized that, I knew I'd be in too much pain to do anything useful for the remainder of the night. So I took some painkillers and went to bed. I set my alarm for early this morning so I could get up and work on that to-do list.
FAIL.
I slept through my alarm until it turned itself off. Then I slept in until noon, at which point (a good 13 hours after I'd turned in), I finally woke up on my own and realized that:
-I hadn't done any of the things I promised various people I'd do. :(
-I hadn't showered in TWO DAYS, ick.
-I hadn't done any laundry.
-I seemed to have knocked my glasses over the side of my loft bed and now can't find them. :(
-...And so on and so forth.
ACK, why me? Why always when I have stuff to do? This couldn't be next week? Why does bleeding from my crotch have to disrupt my other systems so badly? THE FEMALE REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEM ISN'T VERY EFFICIENT, GUYS.
I might have been able to avoid this crunch if I'd known this was coming, but OF COURSE this is a month I didn't keep track.
So I showered, dug out my old glasses to wear, scrambled into some clothes and went to work. Got to listen to people telling me all day, "Wow, did you not sleep last night? You look like you're going to fall over." THANKS BUNCHES, PEOPLE. My eyes still have that gritty feeling to them, as if I haven't spent most of the past 48 hours of my days off passed out on my face. WTF? It's totally bizarre, when you think about it...when I was in withdrawal from Dexedrine, I felt like this for two weeks, which doesn't seem like it should be possible. But that's the human body for you; makes up it's own rules, it does.
So...yeah. "Bad day," doesn't quite cover it here. More like one of those days where you wonder why you got up at all.
But I've got laundry going, discs burning, and I'm in the process of answering email. If I owe you something which can be sent via the internet, you should have it within a few hours, as I'm working on it RIGHT NOW. If not...um, gimme a couple of more days.
Apologies again! I really feel terrible you guys, I'm sorry.
Edit: Whoo, add "HTML fail" to the list.
