Marcie Alana (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mrciealana) wrote,@ 2002-10-31 15:45:00 |
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Not quite working...
So I should probably be working right now. But I'm not, or at least not working much. It's been one hell of a month and has included a nasty little ER visit and the occasional bits of drama. I don't much feel like writing, but I wanted to let you all know that I haven't forgotten you (or my journal).
I just came back from taking a couple days off -- a 'nice' four day weekend. It was forced time off, since my company has discovered that having a lot of PTO on the books is a liability. Everyone in the company had to take four days off during the quarter, and I only got two in. Rather than losing them, I took them on really short notice and didn't have any special plans.
The weekend started with the ER trip. I'd been having bad pains in my stomach for a few days, and it got to the point where I couldn't deal. I paged my doctor in the middle of the night and he sent me off to the ER. They put me on an IV, pumped me full of morphine and such and did some blood tests. The morphine was very welcome. First time in days that I hadn't been in pain. The diagnosis was colitis, which sounds a lot like "we don't know" to me, but the pain was gone. They put me on clear liquids for a couple days and everything went back to normal.
The blood tests weren't quite so good though. They said I had "elevated liver functions" and should see my doctor right away. I haven't seen him yet -- that's next week. But it's frightening. It could be several things, some worse than others. It could be the low carbohydrate diet that I've been following for a couple years (I've stopped it now). It could be the never ending hormone therapy I'm on, or it could be the guy with Hepatitis C that I saw for a little while... I hope it's not the Hep C; it's about as curable as AIDS, though not quite so lethal. So I'm on pins and needles, so to speak, for a bit until I find out.
The rest of life is quiet at the moment. R and LWSRN were having a bit of trouble recently. I'd wondered if they were going to stop seeing one another. It would have made my life rather difficult, but such things happen. It may have been adding a bit to my stress level. It might still be, since I'm not clear if they've really resolved everything. My depression has kind of leveled out. It's not great, but it's not that bad. With a bit more sleep it might improve -- who knows?
Feeling bad usually keeps me from getting things done, but the time off was pretty productive. Without plans, I didn't have much to do, so I focused on the house for the first time in a long while. I never really fully moved in last year, and LWSRN actually did a large chunk of what moving in there was. The garage was still full of boxes, which is unfortunate, because there's still a storage locker full of stuff of mine and L's sitting waiting to be unloaded (and costing L money). Now there's someplace to put it all.
I also did a lot of cleaning and moved the TV out of the bedroom. I bought a nice table to put it on in the living room. It makes more sense to have it in the living room, but it's a small space and that just makes it look smaller. I really have to move the bookcases, but that means moving some of the antique clocks and the buffet, and... well it's just a cascading situation. I may actually own too much furniture for the house. Or the wrong furniture. I still don't have tables for a few of the lamps to sit on.
So I should probably be working right now. But I'm not, or at least not working much. It's been one hell of a month and has included a nasty little ER visit and the occasional bits of drama. I don't much feel like writing, but I wanted to let you all know that I haven't forgotten you (or my journal).
I just came back from taking a couple days off -- a 'nice' four day weekend. It was forced time off, since my company has discovered that having a lot of PTO on the books is a liability. Everyone in the company had to take four days off during the quarter, and I only got two in. Rather than losing them, I took them on really short notice and didn't have any special plans.
The weekend started with the ER trip. I'd been having bad pains in my stomach for a few days, and it got to the point where I couldn't deal. I paged my doctor in the middle of the night and he sent me off to the ER. They put me on an IV, pumped me full of morphine and such and did some blood tests. The morphine was very welcome. First time in days that I hadn't been in pain. The diagnosis was colitis, which sounds a lot like "we don't know" to me, but the pain was gone. They put me on clear liquids for a couple days and everything went back to normal.
The blood tests weren't quite so good though. They said I had "elevated liver functions" and should see my doctor right away. I haven't seen him yet -- that's next week. But it's frightening. It could be several things, some worse than others. It could be the low carbohydrate diet that I've been following for a couple years (I've stopped it now). It could be the never ending hormone therapy I'm on, or it could be the guy with Hepatitis C that I saw for a little while... I hope it's not the Hep C; it's about as curable as AIDS, though not quite so lethal. So I'm on pins and needles, so to speak, for a bit until I find out.
The rest of life is quiet at the moment. R and LWSRN were having a bit of trouble recently. I'd wondered if they were going to stop seeing one another. It would have made my life rather difficult, but such things happen. It may have been adding a bit to my stress level. It might still be, since I'm not clear if they've really resolved everything. My depression has kind of leveled out. It's not great, but it's not that bad. With a bit more sleep it might improve -- who knows?
Feeling bad usually keeps me from getting things done, but the time off was pretty productive. Without plans, I didn't have much to do, so I focused on the house for the first time in a long while. I never really fully moved in last year, and LWSRN actually did a large chunk of what moving in there was. The garage was still full of boxes, which is unfortunate, because there's still a storage locker full of stuff of mine and L's sitting waiting to be unloaded (and costing L money). Now there's someplace to put it all.
I also did a lot of cleaning and moved the TV out of the bedroom. I bought a nice table to put it on in the living room. It makes more sense to have it in the living room, but it's a small space and that just makes it look smaller. I really have to move the bookcases, but that means moving some of the antique clocks and the buffet, and... well it's just a cascading situation. I may actually own too much furniture for the house. Or the wrong furniture. I still don't have tables for a few of the lamps to sit on.
