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Apr. 22nd, 2014 09:48 pm
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THIS DAY, you guys. ( the medical stuff )
So after alllll that, ( the work stuff )
So, there was that. My jaw hurts. My stomach hurts. My back hurts (always). My uterus tried to escape. I burnt my tongue on the soup I bought for dinner and couldn't finish it anyway because my cramps started again and I went to bed (anyone else get super cold when they have cramps? weird. and cramps in my feet. What's that about? I don't keep my ovaries in my feet.) for three hours, after which I got up to have cake for dinner and bitch to LJ for thirty minutes.
AND THEN because this day didn't suck nearly enough... I wrote a pinch hit for a community that shall not be named (but it's a good community, a good fest, run really well). Mind, I haven't written anything since December. FOUR MONTHS. I volunteered for this in a moment of pure altruism. I wanted to help a lovely mod out. I'd written for the fest before. I knew what it was. I read the prompt and the rules before agreeing. I wrote my fic. 2500 words that I was quite pleased with. I remembered at 9 last night (when I finished) how much I enjoyed writing. That kind of fic. It was lovely. It was also so very much wrong that the mod can't use it. I'm gutted. I can't believe I did that. This week.
Anyway. I'm going to post it to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
escribo and AO3 because why not. I wrote a thing. I like my thing. I can't believe I finished a thing at all much less enjoyed it. And then I'm putting myself to bed and getting through this week. There's still a lot stressful moments to be had but there is also chocolate.
Oh, and I didn't even get to talk to the doctor about my back. Or well, I did but then he wanted to give me a cortisone shot but I felt I hadn't explained the problem very well and I was really tired and upset and the prospect of a shot in the wrong place wasn't appealing, so I'm going back in a few weeks to see a sports medicine guy once I know what's going on with my stomach. And if it's an ulcer, I'm naming it after my former boss and blaming it on work.
So after alllll that, ( the work stuff )
So, there was that. My jaw hurts. My stomach hurts. My back hurts (always). My uterus tried to escape. I burnt my tongue on the soup I bought for dinner and couldn't finish it anyway because my cramps started again and I went to bed (anyone else get super cold when they have cramps? weird. and cramps in my feet. What's that about? I don't keep my ovaries in my feet.) for three hours, after which I got up to have cake for dinner and bitch to LJ for thirty minutes.
AND THEN because this day didn't suck nearly enough... I wrote a pinch hit for a community that shall not be named (but it's a good community, a good fest, run really well). Mind, I haven't written anything since December. FOUR MONTHS. I volunteered for this in a moment of pure altruism. I wanted to help a lovely mod out. I'd written for the fest before. I knew what it was. I read the prompt and the rules before agreeing. I wrote my fic. 2500 words that I was quite pleased with. I remembered at 9 last night (when I finished) how much I enjoyed writing. That kind of fic. It was lovely. It was also so very much wrong that the mod can't use it. I'm gutted. I can't believe I did that. This week.
Anyway. I'm going to post it to
escribo and AO3 because why not. I wrote a thing. I like my thing. I can't believe I finished a thing at all much less enjoyed it. And then I'm putting myself to bed and getting through this week. There's still a lot stressful moments to be had but there is also chocolate.Oh, and I didn't even get to talk to the doctor about my back. Or well, I did but then he wanted to give me a cortisone shot but I felt I hadn't explained the problem very well and I was really tired and upset and the prospect of a shot in the wrong place wasn't appealing, so I'm going back in a few weeks to see a sports medicine guy once I know what's going on with my stomach. And if it's an ulcer, I'm naming it after my former boss and blaming it on work.