I know I really shouldn't complain about the warm and sunny weather we've been having, but ffs, I am NOT made for this kind* of heat. Not only do I feel like I'm on the verge of heat exhaustion all the time, I've also managed to develop epic sun rash down both arms and across my collarbones. :( What's worse, it itches like a mofo and I have nails that, on a good day, rival Victor Creed's. This is not a good combination, not at all.

All I want to do is lie down and wrap myself in a cold wet sheet, but I have to go to work today. Argh.

*Which I'm sure doesn't even register as 'heat' to those on my Flist who reside in warmer climes. *g* However, I prefer the high tens (Centrigrade), and the current temperatures around 26°C are just too high.
Coughing and hiccuping at the same time is really uncomfortable. If you're dead tired when this happens, it's even worse. Here's hoping my body is so worn out I'll fall asleep despite the fact that my thoracic diaphragm is doing its best impression of rubber band and despite the fact that my epiglottis is opening and closing like an out-of-control elevator door.

... I'll go to bed now, lest my metaphors and similes get even more bizarre.
empyreus: (squee)
( Aug. 12th, 2008 10:12 pm)
I has new hair. :) My sister and mother, who apparently were sick of my old hair (almost down to my elbows and nearly all one length, usually always worn pinned up), ganged up on me and treated me to a haircut and dye job. My hair is now layered, reaches my shoulders and is a deep, glossy reddish-mahogany shade. I'm still getting used to it, particularly the length (I nearly freaked out when I saw how much the hairdresser was cutting - I'm oddly protective of my hair, particularly of the length), but I'm sure it'll grow on me.

This week is turning out to be quite a see-saw happening-wise, it seems.

EtA: and now I cracked a tooth. Oh for fuck's sake, why now?
empyreus: (A fair and noble face)
( Aug. 4th, 2006 11:44 am)
Went to see the student nurse re: the injured toe and found out that it indeed is broken. Go me. I always manage to sustain ridiculous injuries. When I'm not breaking toes by tripping over dumbbells, I fly over the handlebars on my bike, break my finger playing basketball or sprain my ankle fencing. I should insure myself against myself.

Of course there's nothing significant you can do about the broken toe, apart from paging Dr. Chase and telling him it's time for my sponge bath taping it and letting it rest, but at least I now know that it's a fracture and not a mere sprain. The pain isn't all that bad, but walking while wearing shoes is very uncomfortable, and the foot throbs oddly every once in a while. *sigh*

I think I deserve some chocolate now. It's good for aches and pains, right?

EtA: I was going through some random LotR material, and suddenly remembered that Viggo broke two toes while filming TTT. I can't help but admire him for staying in character to the end of the scene, because I now know that breaking toes hurts like buggery and then some. He only let out a whimper/small shout, Son of EtA, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] quatorze: Okay, Viggo shouted a bit, but he still made less noise than I did. I sounded like a wounded cat. (Or something like it. It was a weird ingressive mewling howl, caused by trying to take a deep breath and howl with pain at the same time.)
empyreus: (got to be joking)
( Aug. 2nd, 2006 10:24 pm)
I think I may have broken the little toe on my left foot. I stumbled over one of my six-pound dumbbells and stubbed my toe hard, and now the toe is sore as hell, swollen and possibly a bit bruised.

I don't need this. Argh.

*goes off in search of ice and more painkillers*
The reason I only got around to posting about my Slashy Valentine fic now is that I spent most of the day (13.45-18.03) at the health centre, waiting to see a doctor. I'd been feeling a bit under the weather, as previous posts attest, but I put it down to stress. Yesterday, I felt worse, and there was this strange pressure at the back of my head. I dismissed it as a result of the back and neck pain, even though my temperature was a bit higher than normal. I reasoned that my back would feel better if I slept without a pillow, and so I threw the pillows out before going to bed. Bad move. I woke up at a quarter to seven after about six hours of sleep, and was in the awful state where my throat was so sore and dry that I had to get up to drink something warm, all while my body refused to wake up. Upon getting up, I promptly hocked up yellow phlegm. Mmm. My head felt like it was made of concrete and my eyes were blurry from fatigue, and when I took my temperature, I saw that I had a fever. Bloody brilliant. I shuffled into the kitchen, made myself a kettleful of ginger throat tea and had about a pint's worth of it. That soothed the sore throat, but I still felt like I'd been run over by a Corellian freight cruiser. I didn't feel better after several hours' worth of rest, so I called my father and asked him if he could take me to the health centre, because I suspected there was something in my sinuses. Long story short, there was. I was diagnosed with a sinus infection and packed off with a week's worth of cephalexine.

The worst thing about the four and a half hour wait was the boredom. I'd (naively) assumed it would be a fairly quick visit, and so I only grabbed my wallet, my keys and my phone. I could have murdered for pen and paper, since I got several story ideas while I slouched on the uncomfortable couches in the waiting area. Oh well, I still remember most of them.

(A strange thing happened while I was waiting, though. I ran into an acquaintance of mine, who was there with her son, and her first comment after the mandatory "So what's wrong with you, then?" question was "You've become awfully skinny.". Erm, what? Sure, I lost weight due to stress last fall, but I wouldn't call myself awfully skinny at all. *shakes head* And there are more polite ways of saying things like that, really.)

I just want to curl up and sleep, but my neck hurts and I can't really sleep on my side like I'm used to, since it makes me horribly dizzy when I sit up. Argh.

In other, less bacteria-ridden news: I hope my [livejournal.com profile] slashyvalentine author doesn't think I didn't like my fic, because I do. I do, I do, I do. *cuddles fic* It's Craig/Marton (omg) and called Honeymoons and Adulteries and you should just go read it now.
empyreus: (foolish)
( Nov. 1st, 2005 12:29 am)
I was going to finish this ficlet on the right side of midnight so I could post it as a Halloween fic, but no, of course I had to get paranoid and sidetracked and run over by ever-expanding narrative, and now Halloween is officially over here. Bleh. Maybe it's for the best, though. Now I can focus on getting the damn thing to make sense, rather than just trying to tie up all the loose ends in a hurry so I can make an imagined deadline. *shakes head* I swear, sometimes I'm so silly I amuse myself.

In other news: my throat is no longer sore, but now my nose is stuffy as hell and I keep coughing. It's not even the gratifyingly raspy kind of cough (the one that makes people flinch and half expect you to cough up little pieces of lung) yet, just the dry, hacking cough that sounds like you've swallowed a dust bunny. I expect it'll get worse in a few days, particularly as I spent today's Russian lecture in a far-too-tiny lecture hall with thirty-five other students, half of which seemed to be suffering from some form of head cold. Great. I'm supposed to represent my fencing club at a local education fair (don't ask me why they need to have fencers there, because I haven't the faintest clue) next week, but if I don't get better, it's not going to work. What's worse, they need me there, because out of the ten-odd fencers who could attend, only two (myself and C) are fluent in Finnish, and we need to be able to hand out information in both languages. Argh.

Anyway. Back to writing. I don't feel tired at all, and I suspect I'll stay up until the wee hours. Good thing my only lecture tomorrow (today?) begins at three in the afternoon.

Lastly, a random observation: who would've thought there were so many Finns on [livejournal.com profile] lower_tadfield?
Blargh. I feel spectacularly crappy right now. I suspect I caught a chill yesterday while biking home from [livejournal.com profile] mimm_'s place. The weather was foul (and it still is): horribly windy with rain lashing down at irregular intervals. The snow melted away as the weather got warmer, and that is causing the windiness, I suspect. I can hear the windowframes creak, and if I strain my hearing a little, I can hear the line of the neighbour's flagpole clatter. It's a right bitch to bike in this weather, and yesterday, I literally had to lean into the wind to avoid falling over. Thank heavens it was dark, because I must have looked like a right idiot: I'd lean my upper torso into the wind and my bike in the other direction. As in "torso, left - bike and lower body - right".

My throat is scratchy and sore*, my hands are ice cold even though I'm wearing a woolly jumper and my head feels fuzzy. I suspect it's only a question of time before my nose starts running, too. *sigh* I really don't need this right now. Besides, I'm generally the annoying healthy person who doesn't get any of the strains of winter colds. Bah. Must keep drinking warm fluids, even though they don't seem to help the scratchiness. (Send athelas!) If this keeps up, I'll sound like Tom Waits tomorrow.

I think I'll curl up under a blanket and watch some Sharpe. Yeah. That sounds like a plan.

(* I wonder if I've caught an LJ bug off [livejournal.com profile] caras_galadhon, as she complained not two days ago of a sore throat.)
empyreus: (ill)
( Oct. 4th, 2005 12:50 pm)
I don't believe this. I couldn't attend interpretation class last week, because I was ill (stomach reacting badly to anti-inflammatory medication), hence the time slot for my presentation was moved to this week. So I revised the presentation a bit and prepared to present it this week. That was the plan, anyway.

Of course things never go according to plan. My stomach felt a bit odd last night just before I went to bed, but I dismissed it as something caused by taking a bit too much milk in my coffee (am lactose intolerant). It wasn't*. I woke up twice during the night because my stomach hurt, and it's been grumbling steadily all morning. The pain isn't as bad, but I feel nauseous and hungry at the same time (not a particularly pleasant combination) and my stomach feels like a washing machine full of woolly jumpers on an extended cycle. I think I have to email the lecturer and tell her I can't attend the class on account of feeling like I want to throw up all the time. The worst thing is that I was away last week as well, and I don't know how many sessions I can miss without screwing up my coursework. Blergh.

* I have a theory about it, though. It doesn't involve milk, but a bit of cold cuts which tasted a bit dodgy but which were fine according to the Best before date. Must learn not to trust those.

EtA: Just heard back from the lecturer, who was incredibly nice and told me it was better that I stayed at home and took care of myself (thereby also avoiding the risk of transmitting a possible stomach bug). Apparently this is not a catastrophe, and I can do the presentation next week instead. *sigh of relief* Now if only my stomach would stop thinking it's a spin dryer.
[livejournal.com profile] tea_and_snark, the letter arrived today! Thank you so much, it brightened up my day considerably.

The sprained ankle is still bruised and swollen, but less sore. It's been taped, so I can walk around almost without pain, but descending stairs is very uncomfortable. I called my boss yesterday to tell her I can't come to work on Saturday. Sure, I can walk a bit, but walking around all day is out of the question if I want the ankle to heal. It's bad enough that I ignored the sprain and went on to fence for an hour when I hurt my ankle.

Today's challenge was to figure out a way to take a shower without getting the taped ankle wet. Well, once a girlscout, always a girlscout. I stuck my foot in a plastic bag, then realised it might leak or make me fall on my arse, so I put one of my gum boots on. Yes, I took a shower with one (hot pink) gum boot on. Ph34r my resourcefulness. ;) I had to wash my hair in a rather awkward position (bent forward with my head down), since my hair is too long for me to able to wash it in the sink and since I had to keep my left leg from getting too wet, but on the whole, the rather unorthodox arrangement worked well.

Yes, I lead a strange life. [One that's strange enough to let me use my new Magritte icon. ;)]
empyreus: (fencing)


( Sep. 7th, 2005 09:59 pm)
It felt great to fence again after the too-long break caused by work, but of course things couldn't run smoothly. Oh no. I managed to sprain my ankle while we were doing footwork drills, because I stumbled over my own feet while doing quick steps back. I felt like an idiot, because I got spooked when the instructor suddenly did an overlong fleche (basically a running lunge) straight at me when I thought he was only dictating tempo.

Because I'm loony tough, I went on to fence a few bouts despite the sprained ankle. There wasn't all that much pain when I fenced and the ankle didn't feel sprained, only a bit achy, but as soon as I got back to my flat, the nerve endings and ligaments suddenly woke up. Right now I'm limping slightly as I walk, so I've iced the ankle and am currently sitting in a rather awkward position to keep it elevated.

In other news: I passed the interpretation test, and I get to take the course even though I haven't done the prerequisites. Yay! I mucked up a little in the final test/task, because I was supposed to simultaneously interpret both sides of a taped interview without knowing what the subject would be or what terminology would be used. (Normally the interpreters get briefed on the subject and possible special terminology beforehand.) It was nothing major, I only lost my pacing a few times and flubbed a few terms, and according to the teacher that was very minor. She'd used the same test at the end of course two, and those students had been given a glossary of the terms used, so I did rather well, considering I did it cold.

(And somewhat related to the post: new fencing-themed icon.)

EtA: okay, now the ankle is swollen and very sore, so it's definitely sprained. Bloody brilliant. I can only hope it'll ease up during the night so I can hobble to the lecture tomorrow.
empyreus: (ill)
( Aug. 29th, 2005 08:42 pm)
Urk. I feel rather limp and icky right now, and there's that strange tickly feeling at the back of my throat, as though I'm about to be sick. I donated blood earlier today, and that's probably what's causing this, but I can't help but feel a bit surprised. My values were fine (hb was 143), and I didn't feel woozy immediately afterwards. My arm hurt a bit (the nurse was a bit clumsy when she inserted the cannula), but other than that, I was fine. [livejournal.com profile] tackerama had joined me at the Red Cross donor centre, and we met up with [livejournal.com profile] mimm_ a bit later. I spent the afternoon at [livejournal.com profile] mimm_'s place, and though I ate dinner there and rested, I felt very dizzy whenever I stood up too quickly. My blood pressure is naturally low, which might account for part of that, but it's never been this bad after donating blood. My arm is still sore and tired (thankfully it's my left arm), and I think I'm going to have a nice bruise in the crook of my elbow tomorrow.

Right. Back to fiddling with the request ficlets. (I haven't forgotten about them, my darlings.)


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