My new glasses arrived today! After Marc pointed me at a really cheap online glasses site, I ordered a pair. I must say that I wouldn't have purchased them if I had tried them first, as the only places they touch my head are at my nose and behind my ears. I'm trying to figure out if I can bend the ears so they don't squeeze as much. If I can do that, they'll be awesome. I splurged and got an expensive pair - for the frame, polycarbonate lenses, anti-reflection coating, two pairs of clip on shades, and shipping, it was about fifty bucks. If I buy another pair I'll probably go for the $6 glasses. At that price I can afford glasses for every day of the week, should I wish to have such a thing.
I am making a long to do list. I have a bunch of things I need to accomplish by Thursday night so I can be ready to drive out to my hiking site and get started Saturday morning. DeLee has apparently come down with outrageous poison ivy over the weekend and I'm a little worried that this is going to turn into a solo trip. I hope she heals up enough to hike. Right now she's in a fair amount of discomfort. I haven't seen it yet but from the description it's a really bad case. It came on fast which means she got a lot of exposure to the oils. And that can go systemic pretty fast. Luckily she got in to see a doctor this morning. Now we all have to wait. I'm sure she's the most anxious to have it go away, since she's the one with the itching.
I went a little nutty with the ebay-ing over the weekend. Now I have nine items which I hope to ship out between Wednesday and Friday morning. I've cleared out quite a lot of space on my camping gear shelves. I may actually eventually be able to fit all the remaining camping gear on them! That would be nice. Of course, the kittens will just knock it all down, but one must start somewhere. After that I have a few more odds and ends to try to sell - a vintage dress, a little more miscellaneous camping gear, maybe some other items I've never been able to throw away. Then I plan to slow way down on the selling. I'm getting pretty sick of being surrounded by boxes, and I'm sure JD is too. I must say (again, probably) that ebay really is the neatest solution for me to things that I can't bring myself to throw away. This happens to me frequently. I don't want something, but it has too much value to toss or just give away. I want to know that somebody wants it. And heck, sometimes you can't even give stuff away but you can sell it. Strange but true.
In the morning Beauty gets driven to the vet's office. She keeps acting lethargic. It's only off and on, but it's worrisome since she's on some potentially dangerous medicine. She doesn't love going to the vet, but I want to keep her around for a long, long time. So she gets a drive, and I get a bill. Really neither of us will be happy.
Wish me luck that the chiropractor (human doc, this time) gives me a clean bill of health. I'm more than ready to take off my sacroiliac brace, and I hope to have this hiking trip be as pain free as possible.
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Monday, May 2, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
I was probably tempting fate by using the computer
Well, THAT sucked.
I do not want to cause you any anxiety. Anxiety leads to stress leads to health issues. So I will skip straight to the end and tell you that everything turned out okay. As far as I know.
Last night I started feeling horrible. Like, Lyme-disease-coming-on horrible. I curled up in a ball on the bed and felt sorry for myself. JD felt sorry for me too, also.
Eventually I put on my big girl pants (technically I took my pants off, but metaphorically I put them on) and got ready for bed. I think I slept pretty well. I definitely slept late. I don't know when JD got up. I was surprised to look over and find him not in bed.
So I'm lying there and I smell smoke. I smell burning. I say "JD?" because if he's cooking then he can handle it. But I hear no answer, so I pull on my robe and stumble downstairs to find out what's on fire. I am half hoping that JD has burned pancakes, because then I can have pancakes. When I get to the kitchen there is no fire, and also there are no pancakes. There is an empty frying pan in which JD had toasted some oats.
Still foggy, I pour a bowl of cereal for myself. JD comes upstairs and tells me that his ridiculous company has to have financial paperwork from me or he will lose his job. Paperwork for stuff that happened years ago. Years in which I was not even DATING JD and had no idea that some official of the company of my future husband would demand to see my paperwork. I object on the grounds that that is insane, and we get into our first argument of the day. Mild stomping ensues. Also frowning.
I am still eating my cereal, and as I gradually become more aware I realize that I feel pretty shitty. I check my temperature. 99.7, which for this time of day is fairly high for me. Also, my back aches. And my head. Huh. That's weird.
All four of the cats start hopping up on my lap, one after the other. I throw one on the floor and then another teleports into my lap. I am having difficulty taking vitamins or seeing the computer due to cat overload.
I decide to move some of the funds from my ebay sales out of paypal and into my bank account. I ask JD if he has moved the one sale that went to his paypal account over to my bank account, and thus starts the second argument of the day. Eventually we determine that I don't have access to accounts he thought I had access to, which means I am not being completely unreasonable. While we are talking money, I try to look up my 401k information. I realize that I have forgotten my password, and possibly I lied to them about my mother's maiden name because I can't answer the security question to get back in. And their support line is closed on weekends. And they have locked my account because I'm obviously trying to hack in.
A cat tries to jump up on my lap, but the previous cat hasn't left yet. There isn't enough room. I try to pick up second cat but he loses his cool and sinks in all his claws into my thigh, and then starts falling down. He leaves four paws worth of gashes in my leg. I scream and start bleeding. All the cats leave the vicinity. JD finds me a 2-year-expired tube of Neosporin. I smear it on and wait for the bleeding to stop.
At this point I am seriously considering going back to bed and trying again tomorrow.
Also, I realize that maybe I am sick. Fever, aches, irritability, incompetence.. it all adds up. Having made a decision ("I'm sick!") has the strange and unexpected effect of making me feel little better. JD finds me walking toward the front of the house, looking wretched. He walks me up one step of the stairs and then turns me around so I can have a comfortable hug. (It is hard to hug properly when you have a foot of height difference between you. It causes neck strain. Standing one stair up helps a lot.) This also makes me feel better.
I decide that just having eaten breakfast should not stop me from eating lunch, as it is suddenly noon. First I have pringles and onion dip, because I feel rebellious and also a little pitiful. It is not as deadly as it could be because the dip is made from yogurt, not sour cream. Nevertheless I feel a strong sense of devil-may-care. I can do whatever I want! Which includes eating potato chips and dip for lunch.
However after that I make actual lunch, which involves two veggies and a meat. Magically I start feeling better. I think that last batch of spinach that JD bought is really potent.
I really need to get ready for my upcoming backpacking trip so I start getting my food together. I am much more methodical than usual. I count up meals, number them, write down what each will be, and make a shopping list. The only fresh items I need to put in are tortillas, sprouts, and a little cheese. I weigh my food. Adding in the tortillas and cheese (sprouts are almost weightless) I'll have twelve pounds of food. Oof. But that's about two pounds a day, which is what most people figure you need. I have probably overpacked.. I usually do.
Doing something purposeful has given me more energy and determination. Next I measure out and bag up all the vitamins and supplements I will need for the trip. Then I go in search of a tent I mean to sell:
Putting it up, taking photos, and taking it back down take a good long while. I'm doing all sorts of bending and my back actually feels pretty good.
While JD fixes dinner (I know! I *just* ate spinach!) I put the tent up for sale on ebay. It's a pretty nice tent, but I used it only once in the winter and then realized that winter camping is not for me. Maybe somebody more manly than me will get good use out of it.
After dinner I put a bunch more things up for sale. The gear room is slowly but surely being cleared out. I look forward to putting things I actually use onto the shelves, instead of things I purchased, tried once, and stowed (apparently forever. Until now.)
And then ten minutes ago I looked up and realized I had spent all evening weighing things and writing descriptions and now it's time for bed. And I feel pretty good. I don't think I'm feverish anymore, and I don't hurt all over, and also I don't want to cry.
That's as close as I'm going to get to a happy ending on a day that started like today did.
I do not want to cause you any anxiety. Anxiety leads to stress leads to health issues. So I will skip straight to the end and tell you that everything turned out okay. As far as I know.
Last night I started feeling horrible. Like, Lyme-disease-coming-on horrible. I curled up in a ball on the bed and felt sorry for myself. JD felt sorry for me too, also.
Eventually I put on my big girl pants (technically I took my pants off, but metaphorically I put them on) and got ready for bed. I think I slept pretty well. I definitely slept late. I don't know when JD got up. I was surprised to look over and find him not in bed.
So I'm lying there and I smell smoke. I smell burning. I say "JD?" because if he's cooking then he can handle it. But I hear no answer, so I pull on my robe and stumble downstairs to find out what's on fire. I am half hoping that JD has burned pancakes, because then I can have pancakes. When I get to the kitchen there is no fire, and also there are no pancakes. There is an empty frying pan in which JD had toasted some oats.
Still foggy, I pour a bowl of cereal for myself. JD comes upstairs and tells me that his ridiculous company has to have financial paperwork from me or he will lose his job. Paperwork for stuff that happened years ago. Years in which I was not even DATING JD and had no idea that some official of the company of my future husband would demand to see my paperwork. I object on the grounds that that is insane, and we get into our first argument of the day. Mild stomping ensues. Also frowning.
I am still eating my cereal, and as I gradually become more aware I realize that I feel pretty shitty. I check my temperature. 99.7, which for this time of day is fairly high for me. Also, my back aches. And my head. Huh. That's weird.
All four of the cats start hopping up on my lap, one after the other. I throw one on the floor and then another teleports into my lap. I am having difficulty taking vitamins or seeing the computer due to cat overload.
I decide to move some of the funds from my ebay sales out of paypal and into my bank account. I ask JD if he has moved the one sale that went to his paypal account over to my bank account, and thus starts the second argument of the day. Eventually we determine that I don't have access to accounts he thought I had access to, which means I am not being completely unreasonable. While we are talking money, I try to look up my 401k information. I realize that I have forgotten my password, and possibly I lied to them about my mother's maiden name because I can't answer the security question to get back in. And their support line is closed on weekends. And they have locked my account because I'm obviously trying to hack in.
A cat tries to jump up on my lap, but the previous cat hasn't left yet. There isn't enough room. I try to pick up second cat but he loses his cool and sinks in all his claws into my thigh, and then starts falling down. He leaves four paws worth of gashes in my leg. I scream and start bleeding. All the cats leave the vicinity. JD finds me a 2-year-expired tube of Neosporin. I smear it on and wait for the bleeding to stop.
At this point I am seriously considering going back to bed and trying again tomorrow.
Also, I realize that maybe I am sick. Fever, aches, irritability, incompetence.. it all adds up. Having made a decision ("I'm sick!") has the strange and unexpected effect of making me feel little better. JD finds me walking toward the front of the house, looking wretched. He walks me up one step of the stairs and then turns me around so I can have a comfortable hug. (It is hard to hug properly when you have a foot of height difference between you. It causes neck strain. Standing one stair up helps a lot.) This also makes me feel better.
I decide that just having eaten breakfast should not stop me from eating lunch, as it is suddenly noon. First I have pringles and onion dip, because I feel rebellious and also a little pitiful. It is not as deadly as it could be because the dip is made from yogurt, not sour cream. Nevertheless I feel a strong sense of devil-may-care. I can do whatever I want! Which includes eating potato chips and dip for lunch.
However after that I make actual lunch, which involves two veggies and a meat. Magically I start feeling better. I think that last batch of spinach that JD bought is really potent.
I really need to get ready for my upcoming backpacking trip so I start getting my food together. I am much more methodical than usual. I count up meals, number them, write down what each will be, and make a shopping list. The only fresh items I need to put in are tortillas, sprouts, and a little cheese. I weigh my food. Adding in the tortillas and cheese (sprouts are almost weightless) I'll have twelve pounds of food. Oof. But that's about two pounds a day, which is what most people figure you need. I have probably overpacked.. I usually do.
Doing something purposeful has given me more energy and determination. Next I measure out and bag up all the vitamins and supplements I will need for the trip. Then I go in search of a tent I mean to sell:
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| Sitting halfway back, I can extend my arms almost all the way over my head. Palatial! |
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| Is it just me or does it have the look of an angry hog? |
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| Seriously this is an angry tent. Do not piss it off. |
Putting it up, taking photos, and taking it back down take a good long while. I'm doing all sorts of bending and my back actually feels pretty good.
While JD fixes dinner (I know! I *just* ate spinach!) I put the tent up for sale on ebay. It's a pretty nice tent, but I used it only once in the winter and then realized that winter camping is not for me. Maybe somebody more manly than me will get good use out of it.
After dinner I put a bunch more things up for sale. The gear room is slowly but surely being cleared out. I look forward to putting things I actually use onto the shelves, instead of things I purchased, tried once, and stowed (apparently forever. Until now.)
And then ten minutes ago I looked up and realized I had spent all evening weighing things and writing descriptions and now it's time for bed. And I feel pretty good. I don't think I'm feverish anymore, and I don't hurt all over, and also I don't want to cry.
That's as close as I'm going to get to a happy ending on a day that started like today did.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I have my first Ebay success
Just so you know, the whole US Government has its panties in a wad over the RSA hacking thing. I don't feel too bad because I'm a belt and suspenders kinda girl, and the keyfobs are just, like, the clip on one of the suspenders. But it sure did make for a lot of uproar at work today.
In non-work news, my first ever ebay auctions finally completed! And I got $170+ for each of the items I put up, which was about $70 more than I was hoping to get for each one. So you could say I'm mildly happy. I printed out labels tonight, and I'll drop the boxes off at the post office in the morning. And I sincerely hope the recipients have much joy and go on many adventures with their new tents.
With that success under my belt, I'm next planning to put up my ULA Fusion backpack and my Six Moon Designs Wild Oasis shelter. I want to sell a saddle too but I need to get a good box first. Maybe two good boxes. I am dubious of my dressage saddle's selling prospects. I'm not sure it's worth it to even try. But the all purpose saddle should sell just fine.
I also got my huge REI dividend today and I am really looking forward to an REI trip. Perhaps I'll get a new fleece top. Or a new Steripen. Or who knows! REI is one of those stores where I can spend a LOT of money.
In quadruped news, I have not gotten blood test results back for the horse. The lab only does the tests on Tuesday and Thursday so if I didn't get them today I probably won't have them until Friday. (I hold out hope for a late evening call from the vet. She called at 9 with results last week.) And his lymph node has started oozing again, so he's back to wearing a flymask lined with a diaper. I am sure he is thrilled. The dog is feeling pretty good but is taking some liver damage from the drugs. We're keeping a close eye on her - if she loses her appetite, that's very bad. But so far she is acting almost normal, and far better than three weeks ago. We're happy to have our silly little yellow dog back, after some scary times with a sad, moaning dog.
In non-work news, my first ever ebay auctions finally completed! And I got $170+ for each of the items I put up, which was about $70 more than I was hoping to get for each one. So you could say I'm mildly happy. I printed out labels tonight, and I'll drop the boxes off at the post office in the morning. And I sincerely hope the recipients have much joy and go on many adventures with their new tents.
With that success under my belt, I'm next planning to put up my ULA Fusion backpack and my Six Moon Designs Wild Oasis shelter. I want to sell a saddle too but I need to get a good box first. Maybe two good boxes. I am dubious of my dressage saddle's selling prospects. I'm not sure it's worth it to even try. But the all purpose saddle should sell just fine.
I also got my huge REI dividend today and I am really looking forward to an REI trip. Perhaps I'll get a new fleece top. Or a new Steripen. Or who knows! REI is one of those stores where I can spend a LOT of money.
In quadruped news, I have not gotten blood test results back for the horse. The lab only does the tests on Tuesday and Thursday so if I didn't get them today I probably won't have them until Friday. (I hold out hope for a late evening call from the vet. She called at 9 with results last week.) And his lymph node has started oozing again, so he's back to wearing a flymask lined with a diaper. I am sure he is thrilled. The dog is feeling pretty good but is taking some liver damage from the drugs. We're keeping a close eye on her - if she loses her appetite, that's very bad. But so far she is acting almost normal, and far better than three weeks ago. We're happy to have our silly little yellow dog back, after some scary times with a sad, moaning dog.
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