Jan. 26th, 2006 03:21 pm
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Water Mouse)
Abortion should be safe and legal. Comprehensive sex ed should be a mandatory part of public school.

I have been afraid that I was pregnant before. I wasn't using anything at the time, because I only had one partner at that point, and Warin was snipped. Turns out I was a month late because of the amount of stress my body was under.

I have been certain that I was pregnant once. Louis and I were using condoms, because I wasn't sure if we could afford birth control pills for me. The condom didn't break; it unrolled and plastered itself against my cervix, inside out. Happened on Monday; I was on birth control by Sunday, waiting for my period be damned. You're not supposed to be able to tell after only a week. I was pregnant, and I know it; I felt it. Ludicrous fertility runs in my family. I choose to go on the pill, so that I (hopefully) wouldn't have to make a more painful choice a month or so later, and so that I wouldn't have to go through that again.

Because the part that hurt so much both times was the fact that I want a child. I want one very badly. Both times, we simply did not have the resources for another child, and I knew that. It would have been irresponsible in the extreme to have kept a pregnancy, hence the reason I was doing my best to avoid it both times.

I still don't know what my choice would have been, not really. The point is, it would have been my choice. Mine, and my husbands', since they would have been involved with the consequences of that choice. Our choice. No one else's.

No one else has the right to make that choice for us. No one. If you do not agree; if you think abortion should not be legal, then there is the door.

And then she heads for the clinic and/She gets some static walking through the door/They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner/And they call her a whore/God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes/'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
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[livejournal.com profile] louisadkins has been home from work for the past week. Work has gotten impossible for him, to the point that it's been affecting him physically. Headaches, back knotting to the point that driving was bad, nausea, etc, etc. He is currently seeking new employment.

He has also been helping with what he has named 'God's List' around the house. God's List is the huge list of stuff that needs to get done around the house that we haven't had the time or energy to get to. With an extra person home, we can. The side hallway has been cleared, the sunroom and laundry room have been cleared and organized, the kitchen no longer has piles of stuff waiting to go out to the watershed, we have confimed the existence of the kitchen table, Phooka's toys have been seriously weeded, and my room is no longer an obstacle course.

The local Goodwill now also knows the van on sight.

My room still needs more done with it, the kitchen needs to be better organized, and [livejournal.com profile] catchild's bedroom and bathroom still need work. And we need to set several pack-rat traps. When something has sat unused and in the way for a year, it's time to get rid of it.

My shoulder/neck area on the left side still hurts whenever I do anything that pulls on it. This has not been helping my mood any. I am doing my damndest to not give in to a case of the "Ah, fuckit"s, and just use the arm like there's nothing wrong with it, as that would make it worse.

So, being in a grumpy mood and being irritable at my family for all having two functional arms, drat their hides, I am of course plotting out stuff for the game I'm going to be running. The previous one sort of crumbled because I got seriously lost. I think I've ironed that problem out for this one. Setting is the Diablo II world and storyline. See also: A world that I know by heart 'cause I've been all bloody over, under, around, and through it.

We'll see if I've learned any from the last game. First lesson: Learn when to say no, and don't be afraid to say no when it really needs to be said.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
It rained this evening. It really, really rained. Sadie spent about five harrowing minutes tense and nervous at the foot of the porch steps, obviously not happy with getting wet, but scared of all the voices inside as well. She finally came running into the house, and hid behind a chair.

She's okay.

My left arm, however, is very, very ouchy, so that's all for this post.

(Edit: June 26, 2005, 00:02)

On the arm front: Around Monday or so, I did something to my left arm. More to the point, I did something to where the shoulder and neck join. Moving my arm to much or in the wrong way hurts. Moving my head the wrong way hurts. If I sneeze to hard, it hurts. My left arm is off duty for a while. I'm taking anti-inflammatories, rubbing the MSM cream that [livejournal.com profile] nonnycat sent us into the area, and iceing the area.

-sigh- If it still hurts after two weeks, or if it gets worse, then I will go see a doctor. Seeing as how I'm doing what I got told to do the last time I had a flare-up that felt like this, I don't think that there's much more that I can do.

Good Swing

May. 13th, 2005 12:10 am
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
The good mood has lasted for a little over five hours now. Not a maniac good mood, either. Just the steady warm glow of happy contentment. Almost like being held close by a dearly loved one.

The swings went through the other emotions faster today, and have been holding at my standard of general good cheer, content and friendly for longer. Still keeping a close watch on my emotions. I want to try and give the Levlite generic and my system at least the first three months to get used to each other.

'Cause, much as I don't like the mood swings, they're better than being unable to eat due to stomach revolt, which is what the orthotricycline that I was on a few years ago did.

Edited on 5/13/10, 14:33. -sigh- Sorry, realized that this next bit probably needs to go behind a TMI cut-tag. I apologize if I squicked someone; I suffer from a severe lack of modesty.

Cut for sexual references. )
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
Okay, when they said 'you may experience some mood swings' in regards to the birth control pill that I've been on for the last month and a half, they lied through their teeth.

What they should have said was this: 'You have chosen to ride the emotional equivalent of Terror Mountain. You will start off at horny, swing up into homicidal, come back down through horny on your way to moody depression, with a sudden upswing back up into insanely cheerful, followed by jagged swings up and down from horny enough to contemplate the stickshift of your car all the way to sudden crying fits and hysteria. There will be the occasional detour through extreme apathy, boredom, and bouts of restlesness just to keep your intrest during the ride.'

Seriously. I'd love to be able to hold onto an emotional state for longer than an hour at most. The insert said the worst side-effects were in the first three months, and that most side-effects go away completely after the first six.


Apr. 16th, 2004 08:48 am
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
And I wound up going to a Doc-Inna-Box yesterday. Verdict? Throat infection (not tonsilitis, thank the gods) and pinkeye. The doc gave me a bunch of professional samples of an antibiotic and a decongestant, seeing as how I don't have any insurance. I also got a perscription for eye drops.

Nice doc. She was even friendly. I think I slightly surprised the nurse, though. When she asked what I was in for, my response was that I dealing with mucus discharge from my eyes. It was the simplest way I knew to describe it.

Do so few people use terms like that to describe ailments to their medical caregivers?

In other news, I am trying to keep up with bottemless pit that is pretending to be my stomach. I'm slowly gaining muscle, and it's starting to feel like I can't quite eat enough. Ever. Right now, part of that is my body's standard response to being sick, but I've been dealing with a milder version of this for the past few months.

And I've been healthier the past year or so than I have been for most of my life. Even with the crud I've got now. And now I need to go eat. Again.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
. . .or something like that. Apologies in advancec for any and all typos; the keyboard and monitor are blurring rather badly.

Reason? At about 3 this afternoon, my eyes started to gunk up real baad. They were, and still are, ozing whiteish mucus from both corners. Sticky whitesh mucus, at that. And my eyes are red, puffy, and sore. I am at the computer while I drink the Thera-Flu that I am under orders to drink. Louis and Dragon were kind enough to make my bed for me, ,as I could barely see it at the time. When I am done with the Thera-Flu, ,I will be putting a hot compress across my eyes and lying down.

If I don't, Luois is liable to tie me down and put the compress on anyway. He's already siad that Warin is going to be doing most of the housework tomorrow, because I am to keep my but lying down and drink my medicine, and keep hot compresses over my eyes.

Arguing with him when he gets *that* tone of voice is a Bad Idea, I have discovered over the past two years.

Sorry I didn't call you back, Mikailova. I will try and see if I can dig up your nuumber ( I didn't cal case I couldn't find it) and call you tonight. If I don't, please go ahead and call tomorrow. I'm not going to be going anywhere, I think.
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Today started with me leaving the bed at high speeds to empty an already empty stomach. Between the paint fumes from the freshly painted bookcase, sinus drainage down my throat, and overheating during the night, I wound up with a nasty case of the heaves this morning. [livejournal.com profile] warinbear and [livejournal.com profile] louisadkins both deserve medals. [livejournal.com profile] warinbear was awake, out of bed, and holding my hair back within seconds. [livejournal.com profile] louisadkins showed up at the door shortly thereafter, and got a cool, damp washcloth onto the back of my neck. I spent most of the day dealing with a sinus headache and the shitty feeling of low blood-sugar. I really don't like the reaction of needing to eat badly enough that you feel sick to your stomach. It leads to a viscous circle.

About thirty or so minutes after I was showered and settled back into bed (with the cats on guard duty, I might add) [livejournal.com profile] louisadkins yelled loud enough that [livejournal.com profile] warinbear and I heard him in the bedroom. I staggered out to see what the problem was, and noticed the distinct scent of burnt electronics. His computer's power supply had burned out, and taken several other components with it. I crawled back into bed, and was dimly aware of the two bears snarling at Warin's computer. It couldn't see all the RAM that was there. It kept seeing everything except for about 64 megs. Last I heard, they hadn't fixed the problem.

And then, while they were doing this, the sunburn that Warin had picked up on Friday began to itch. He had Louis rub Solarcaine over it, in the hopes that that would help. Thirty seconds later, it was itching so badly that he couldn't concentrate on anything. He took a cool shower. I dozed during his shower, and woke up to the sounds of my husband crying in the bathroom. With Warin and Ebon both, crying is a sign of extreme distress, whether emotional or physical. Adreneline spiked, and I found myself out of bed and checking on Warin. The shower hadn't helped any, and he was fighting to not claw his shoulders open. Calomine lotion didn't help, and he was starting to rock and shake.

I called [livejournal.com profile] catchild up in NY, and told her what was going on. She reccomended covering the area in towels dipped in a half-and-half mixture of white vinegar and water. I also gave him Benadryl, in case it was an allergic reaction to the Solarcaine. The towels helped for a little bit. I called [livejournal.com profile] catchild back after about thirty or so minutes, because slightly raised white spots were starting to come up in the sunburn. She said to take him to the ER. Now.

So, off to the ER we went. It stopped itching while we were waiting for the doctor and started hurting instead. Then the Benadryl kicked him. They gave him some drugs on the spot, and gave us a sunburn treatment worksheet to take home with us. They also gave him a perscription for two different painkillers. We haven't filled them out yet. He's sleeping for now. We're going to give him the standard sunburn treatment, and see how that goes. He doesn't want to fill out the perscription unless the pain gets bad enough for him to need perscription strength painkillers.

On the good side, the adreneline spike stopped my nausea. I've eaten, the headache's gone, and I actually feel much better. I still wish that we hadn't had to take Warin to the ER.

All in all, it's been one hell of a day.

Owie, Owie

Dec. 6th, 2003 08:40 pm
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Librarian)
Stavan was on top of the TV about 45 minutes ago. This is a place that the cats are not allowed to be. He was also sitting on top of [livejournal.com profile] louisadkins's MP3 player, which is currently on top of the TV so as to be out of baby reach.

I hauled him off of the TV by the scruff of his neck, and proceded to administer standard kitty discipline for our house: Swat the nose and hiss. He put his claws through my silk shirt, bra, and upper half of my left breast. Punctures.

I am proud of myself. I neither dropped him nor threw him across the room. Instead, I carried him (still scruffing him) over to the kitchen sink, and held him in it. Warin liberally applied water to his face. Considering how cold it is outside, and as an added deterrent, I kept hold of him until he was sufficiently dry to safely let go of. He's curled up under the card table in the living room right now, indignantly grooming himself.

With where they were located,I needed Warin's help with the punctures. Simple procedure, right? You scrub the punctures with a washcloth to get any grit out, and then apply HP to them. Warin almost had to hold me down while he was scrubbing, and I discovered that the punctures were much deeper than I thought they were when he applied the HP. It felt like he was applying a brand to my breast. On the positive side, Bear-Cub (our ten year old girl) was watching the proceedings. She and the Puppy (our six old girl) have been having problems with proper treatment of the cats of late. She, in fact, had been spoken to earlier this evening about not putting the kittens into plastic bags.

Her eyes got really big when I broke off talking to her father mid-word to snarl-yell when he applied the HP. I hope she now has an idea of just how badly any of our felines can damage a person if they feel they have a reason to. Hopefully this will inspire better treatment of the cats.

And Stavan is sort of wriggling up to me, purring and patheti-mewing apologetically.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Naomi)
We went out and bought winter clothing for everyone who needed it about a month and a half ago. The jeans fit fine when I tried them on in the store.

A week ago, they started sliding off of my hips.

Okay. I got on the scale. No weight loss. The jeans are not stretched. I got on the scale again. No weight loss. Oookay.
They're sliding off of my hips even worse this week. Check scale. Still no weight loss. Jeans are still not stretched.

Okay, so I have been trying to eat somewhat more healthily. Housework has gotten more active lately, what with a bigger house to look after. I've been taking advantage of the size of Sanctuary and hiking more. Okay, so I've been walking down to pick the girls up from the bus-stop lately, and yes, it's a quarter-mile walk one-way. Yes, I've been walking around the house with the Phooka (the baby) in a sling or on my hip a *lot* lately. Okay, so she's 16.2 lbs now. Okay, so I've been getting more serious about the yoga.

I just didn't realize that a month could make this much difference. No, I haven't lost weight. Weight loss was never my goal. However, I have developed and am developing muscle and endurance. I don't get tired anywhere near as easily as I used to. The hike up and down the ridge leaves me feeling pleasantly buzzed, instead of wiped. I haven't been getting sick near as often as I used to. I *feel* stronger. And it feels good.

Thank you, Noel. Reading about your exercising and dieting is what kick-started me into working on taking better care of myself.

Next step once I'm in somewhat better shape: Learning how to stick-fight.


Nov. 29th, 2003 12:47 am
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Naomi)

I stood up under an open cabinet door about two hours ago. And I stod up fast. I was going after a pencil that I'd dropped, and forgot that I'd left the door open. BONK!, as I hit the bottom edge of the door with my head. I the preceded to sit down very suddenly and with a distinct sideways lean.

I didn't know that Warin could move so fast, but he was next to me and checking my head almost as soon as my butt hit the floor. Ebon was about two seconds behind him.

I have a good-sized goose-egg, and my head is still ouchy. Catchild checked my pupils right after I bonked my head and they weren't responding quite right. The last two times that she checked, they were fine, but she wants me to stay up for a while longer, or at least until the headache fades a bit more.

I'm fine, but I'm still surprised by the speed of the reaction. That, and how well coordinated it was. Warin and Ebon checked on me, and everyone else stayed out of the way.

Ow. I'm going to be up for a while. Sigh.


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