Monthly Archives: November 2008

too much information

Posted in medical anomaly by

I’m a little amazed and horrified at how quickly my world is literally turned upside down when I miss just one dose of my crazy pills.

I slept in the spare room on Sunday night because Ed is still suffering from a cold from hell and he had to get up at 4:30 Monday morning to fly to Calgary. I was exhausted when I crawled into my sad little bed, and while I remembered that my pills were in the other room, I was already mostly asleep and couldn’t be bothered to fetch my sanity. I figured I would just take the pill as I got ready for work in the morning, and all would be good.

Naturally, I forgot to take the pill. All the vertigo I suffered late last year came rushing back with a vengeance, and by yesterday afternoon I was trying to go about my business feeling like my head was floating three or four feet ahead of my legs. It was fucked up. Picking up some groceries after work was scary – I kept wondering when I was going to pass out and where I would end up if I did. I eventually made it home, but it was much less fun than you might think. Even after almost 5 straight years of medicated insanity, it’s nice to know that skipping one stupid pill will fuck my world.

In other news, I am trying to get an emergency appointment with the lady part doctor this morning. She was less than inclined to believe my self-diagnosis of recurring cysts, suggesting perhaps I simply had an ingrown hair and also was crazy. Well, goody for her – not only do I finally have a cyst to show her, it’s of the giant painful bastard variety. It hurts to walk, okay. And judging by the increased pain, it’s dangerously close to bursting. I’d like her to take a gander at my garden before that happens, so I get to beg for an emergency appointment. This should be fun! Hooray for bizarre medical problems that won’t go away!

Hey, has our dollar recovered yet? I’m giving some serious thought to driving six hours this weekend to buy mascara.

urge to kill: rising

Posted in angst, vroom vroom by

It’s a bad weekend to be a scooter.

When Ed came home from Insurance 101 yesterday, he took out the garbage because he is a good boy. He also took out the recycling, as new TVs come in a rainforest worth of cardboard. Free of cardboard, he stopped to look at his scooter for a second for no particular reason. Under his scooter, he found a shiny thing that did not belong. Curious, he took a closer look.

In a half-assed attempt to steal Ed’s scooter, someone had tried to punch his ignition and use a screwdriver or something to get it started. They pried up the panel covering the oil tank, trying to get into the seat. All failed. After chewing up the key hole something fierce, they then turned to Josh’s Ruckus. They had a little more luck here; punching in the ignition to a further degree and bending the shit out of the hole – but that’s it. Both scooters start up fine with some very minor cosmetic damage.

That’s a good thing, but there’s still that nasty feeling of violation; knowing someone not only touched your stuff but actively tried to take it away from you. My scooter wasn’t in the back, but I imagine Oscar would have been hit too – they didn’t touch Josh’s motorcycle because it is big and scary, and Shan’s scooter is STILL in the shop. All is well, I guess.

Oscar wasn’t free from molestation, though. This morning when I woke up, I looked out the window to see if it was raining. It was, but more importantly, Oscar was lying on his right side in the rain. I woke Ed up, and we ran outside to pick him up. It doesn’t look like he was hit, so we think someone sat on him and tried to move him forward, but since the steering column is locked, they lost their balance and fell over. He wasn’t pushed – there’s no damage whatsoever to his right side, and the only scratches on the left were from my slide down the hill last year. We righted him and he started up almost immediately. Oscar rules.

Fuck this neighbourhood, though. Now I’m up outrageously early, I’m in a shitty mood, and my foot hurts because Lemon attacked through my blanket. This is not an auspicious start to my Sunday morning.

girl time

Posted in everyday kimli by

Ed is off learning about the exciting world of insurance, so I have the apartment to myself with absolutely no plans. It is awesome. I am going to henna my head, give myself a facial, listen to some truly terrible early 90’s Canadian pop, drink Diet Coke for breakfast, and go marry more people in Fable II. Bliss! I do feel a little bit guilty though, because Ed has an awful cold yet has to go to this stupid course for 7 hours – then leaves for a business trip to exotic Calgary on Monday at 5:30am. He can rest up tomorrow, but I know if I were in his situation I would be one big ball of whine.

Okay, time to make myself beautiful.

Also, welcome to NaBloPoMo ’08, where I write a post every day for the month of November because I just love the smell of eggs and coffee overkill.