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From the chicken pox mines
Nov. 20th, 2010 11:24 amOkay, now that I'm less pissed off about it and since antiviral pills are apparently made of miracles and fairy farts in that while I still look like a gross rashy swamp thing, I am blissfully itch free for the first time in a week, the amusement at my situation is setting in. And there is something amusing about having something that typically lays low most five year olds. Also yeah, I have an update to my "I am medically weird and possibly not human" file.
Funny story. I did end up driving down to Amherst to get my medicine last night a few hours after my doc appointment. She'd given me valcyclovir to try to help clear this shit up faster. Valcyclovir is the generic form of Valtrex. As in the meds in those ads which feature attractive people in dewy outdoor settings staring into a camera earnestly and saying "I have herpes... and I'm okay... thanks to Valtrex." Those commercials make me facepalm every damn time, by the way. Especially since I could SWEAR that entire campaign financed Rock of Love singlehandedly judging by HOW MANY TIMES it would come on.
ANYWAY, so yes I went down to the Amherst CVS (one of two in Amherst that serve the three colleges in the area, including UMass Amherst) ...to find once I got there that I was picking up 1/3 of my prescribed amount owing to the fact that they had run out of both Valtrex and the generic. I have to pick up the rest on Monday.
College town pharmacy runs out of herpes meds. News at 11.
Anyway yeah, I still look pretty disgusting (I don't want to talk about what's happening with my lower lip, ugh) but like I said, other than the bits where I scratched myself raw, I'm remarkably not itchy two doses in. Mostly just sore and a little on the tired side, despite going to bed at 10 and with a brief awake spell around 2, sleeping like a log for 12 hours. In typical me fashion I am absolutely freaking out about missing the two bell performances tomorrow, especially as I have a pretty audible melody bit in one piece and trying very hard to be all NO YOU CAN'T GO ANYWAY THERE ARE IMMUNOCOMPROMISED OLD PEOPLE IN CHURCH at myself. Still, the guilty, it is very present. But I'm okay. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23's been taking really good care of me, when I'm letting him. You know me, I'm not good at being sick. Despite that, he's done a heroic amount of fussing, cooking, cleaning the kitchen, and more fussing and generally not treating me like the monkey from Outbreak so that's something. Pretty much nothing for it at this point other than rest, try not to scratch, take my meds, and use the downtime for good instead of evil. Reading and web work, I think.
Funny story. I did end up driving down to Amherst to get my medicine last night a few hours after my doc appointment. She'd given me valcyclovir to try to help clear this shit up faster. Valcyclovir is the generic form of Valtrex. As in the meds in those ads which feature attractive people in dewy outdoor settings staring into a camera earnestly and saying "I have herpes... and I'm okay... thanks to Valtrex." Those commercials make me facepalm every damn time, by the way. Especially since I could SWEAR that entire campaign financed Rock of Love singlehandedly judging by HOW MANY TIMES it would come on.
ANYWAY, so yes I went down to the Amherst CVS (one of two in Amherst that serve the three colleges in the area, including UMass Amherst) ...to find once I got there that I was picking up 1/3 of my prescribed amount owing to the fact that they had run out of both Valtrex and the generic. I have to pick up the rest on Monday.
College town pharmacy runs out of herpes meds. News at 11.
Anyway yeah, I still look pretty disgusting (I don't want to talk about what's happening with my lower lip, ugh) but like I said, other than the bits where I scratched myself raw, I'm remarkably not itchy two doses in. Mostly just sore and a little on the tired side, despite going to bed at 10 and with a brief awake spell around 2, sleeping like a log for 12 hours. In typical me fashion I am absolutely freaking out about missing the two bell performances tomorrow, especially as I have a pretty audible melody bit in one piece and trying very hard to be all NO YOU CAN'T GO ANYWAY THERE ARE IMMUNOCOMPROMISED OLD PEOPLE IN CHURCH at myself. Still, the guilty, it is very present. But I'm okay. And
cell23's been taking really good care of me, when I'm letting him. You know me, I'm not good at being sick. Despite that, he's done a heroic amount of fussing, cooking, cleaning the kitchen, and more fussing and generally not treating me like the monkey from Outbreak so that's something. Pretty much nothing for it at this point other than rest, try not to scratch, take my meds, and use the downtime for good instead of evil. Reading and web work, I think. Tags:
From the chicken pox mines
Nov. 20th, 2010 11:24 amOkay, now that I'm less pissed off about it and since antiviral pills are apparently made of miracles and fairy farts in that while I still look like a gross rashy swamp thing, I am blissfully itch free for the first time in a week, the amusement at my situation is setting in. And there is something amusing about having something that typically lays low most five year olds. Also yeah, I have an update to my "I am medically weird and possibly not human" file.
Funny story. I did end up driving down to Amherst to get my medicine last night a few hours after my doc appointment. She'd given me valcyclovir to try to help clear this shit up faster. Valcyclovir is the generic form of Valtrex. As in the meds in those ads which feature attractive people in dewy outdoor settings staring into a camera earnestly and saying "I have herpes... and I'm okay... thanks to Valtrex." Those commercials make me facepalm every damn time, by the way. Especially since I could SWEAR that entire campaign financed Rock of Love singlehandedly judging by HOW MANY TIMES it would come on.
ANYWAY, so yes I went down to the Amherst CVS (one of two in Amherst that serve the three colleges in the area, including UMass Amherst) ...to find once I got there that I was picking up 1/3 of my prescribed amount owing to the fact that they had run out of both Valtrex and the generic. I have to pick up the rest on Monday.
College town pharmacy runs out of herpes meds. News at 11.
Anyway yeah, I still look pretty disgusting (I don't want to talk about what's happening with my lower lip, ugh) but like I said, other than the bits where I scratched myself raw, I'm remarkably not itchy two doses in. Mostly just sore and a little on the tired side, despite going to bed at 10 and with a brief awake spell around 2, sleeping like a log for 12 hours. In typical me fashion I am absolutely freaking out about missing the two bell performances tomorrow, especially as I have a pretty audible melody bit in one piece and trying very hard to be all NO YOU CAN'T GO ANYWAY THERE ARE IMMUNOCOMPROMISED OLD PEOPLE IN CHURCH at myself. Still, the guilty, it is very present. But I'm okay. Andcell23's been taking really good care of me, when I'm letting him. You know me, I'm not good at being sick. Despite that, he's done a heroic amount of fussing, cooking, cleaning the kitchen, and more fussing and generally not treating me like the monkey from Outbreak so that's something. Pretty much nothing for it at this point other than rest, try not to scratch, take my meds, and use the downtime for good instead of evil. Reading and web work, I think.
Funny story. I did end up driving down to Amherst to get my medicine last night a few hours after my doc appointment. She'd given me valcyclovir to try to help clear this shit up faster. Valcyclovir is the generic form of Valtrex. As in the meds in those ads which feature attractive people in dewy outdoor settings staring into a camera earnestly and saying "I have herpes... and I'm okay... thanks to Valtrex." Those commercials make me facepalm every damn time, by the way. Especially since I could SWEAR that entire campaign financed Rock of Love singlehandedly judging by HOW MANY TIMES it would come on.
ANYWAY, so yes I went down to the Amherst CVS (one of two in Amherst that serve the three colleges in the area, including UMass Amherst) ...to find once I got there that I was picking up 1/3 of my prescribed amount owing to the fact that they had run out of both Valtrex and the generic. I have to pick up the rest on Monday.
College town pharmacy runs out of herpes meds. News at 11.
Anyway yeah, I still look pretty disgusting (I don't want to talk about what's happening with my lower lip, ugh) but like I said, other than the bits where I scratched myself raw, I'm remarkably not itchy two doses in. Mostly just sore and a little on the tired side, despite going to bed at 10 and with a brief awake spell around 2, sleeping like a log for 12 hours. In typical me fashion I am absolutely freaking out about missing the two bell performances tomorrow, especially as I have a pretty audible melody bit in one piece and trying very hard to be all NO YOU CAN'T GO ANYWAY THERE ARE IMMUNOCOMPROMISED OLD PEOPLE IN CHURCH at myself. Still, the guilty, it is very present. But I'm okay. And
cell23's been taking really good care of me, when I'm letting him. You know me, I'm not good at being sick. Despite that, he's done a heroic amount of fussing, cooking, cleaning the kitchen, and more fussing and generally not treating me like the monkey from Outbreak so that's something. Pretty much nothing for it at this point other than rest, try not to scratch, take my meds, and use the downtime for good instead of evil. Reading and web work, I think. Tags:
The internet continues to harm me
Jan. 27th, 2010 12:16 pmWhile braiding Aradia's hair last night, I was treated to this brain bleach inducing horror. It is not safe for work, let alone existence. (And no, I do not mean the doll parts centipede, though that's horrific enough and will give me nightmares. Scroll down.)
just... just... WHAT THE BLESSED BLUE BARNICLED FUCK POSSESSED SOMEONE TO MAKE THAT EXIST OH GOD.
Of course, this must be shared or else I will die in seven days. And because I know how y'all are, here's the link to buy some. They come in Goth, Smurfette and Vampire, if that's any incentive. I expect Na'vi at some point.
just... just... WHAT THE BLESSED BLUE BARNICLED FUCK POSSESSED SOMEONE TO MAKE THAT EXIST OH GOD.
Of course, this must be shared or else I will die in seven days. And because I know how y'all are, here's the link to buy some. They come in Goth, Smurfette and Vampire, if that's any incentive. I expect Na'vi at some point.
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The internet continues to harm me
Jan. 27th, 2010 12:16 pmWhile braiding Aradia's hair last night, I was treated to this brain bleach inducing horror. It is not safe for work, let alone existence. (And no, I do not mean the doll parts centipede, though that's horrific enough and will give me nightmares. Scroll down.)
just... just... WHAT THE BLESSED BLUE BARNICLED FUCK POSSESSED SOMEONE TO MAKE THAT EXIST OH GOD.
Of course, this must be shared or else I will die in seven days. And because I know how y'all are, here's the link to buy some. They come in Goth, Smurfette and Vampire, if that's any incentive. I expect Na'vi at some point.
just... just... WHAT THE BLESSED BLUE BARNICLED FUCK POSSESSED SOMEONE TO MAKE THAT EXIST OH GOD.
Of course, this must be shared or else I will die in seven days. And because I know how y'all are, here's the link to buy some. They come in Goth, Smurfette and Vampire, if that's any incentive. I expect Na'vi at some point.
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Me: [bored, waiting for pot to boil so she can make pasta]
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: Pssst! Lookit me! I'm pretty! Or I was. I will be pretty when you polish me. You like to polish the pretty things. Make me pretty!
Me: Hmm, okay. I need something to do while the pasta cooks [commence hunting for silver polish] Aha, There you are!
Silver Polish: Avast! You have found me, you scurvy dog! *
Me: Now I can polish the tray!
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: Hooray!
Me: [opens the silver polish]
Gigantic Long Dead But Still Magnificent Black Spiky Fuzzy Mold Thing: BOO! **
Me: OH MY GAWD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! [drops silver polish in trash can and flees kitchen]
Gigantic Long Dead But Still Magnificent Black Spiky Fuzzy Mold Thing: [cackles]
Silver Polish: Yarr!
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: [pout]
Me: [goes upstairs to post to LJ and attempt to calm down]
Pasta Pot: [boils]
FIN.
...OKAY SERIOUSLY? IS THERE A SUBSTANCE THAT WILL NOT SPROUT INTERESTING FUNGI IF LEFT ALONE LONG ENOUGH???? HOLY JESUS CHRIST ON A POTATO CHIP.
* yeah, I don't know why the silver polish can has a pirate accent either. It just does. Deal.
** Acceptable alternate dialogue: "SURPRISE!" or "O HAI!"
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: Pssst! Lookit me! I'm pretty! Or I was. I will be pretty when you polish me. You like to polish the pretty things. Make me pretty!
Me: Hmm, okay. I need something to do while the pasta cooks [commence hunting for silver polish] Aha, There you are!
Silver Polish: Avast! You have found me, you scurvy dog! *
Me: Now I can polish the tray!
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: Hooray!
Me: [opens the silver polish]
Gigantic Long Dead But Still Magnificent Black Spiky Fuzzy Mold Thing: BOO! **
Me: OH MY GAWD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! [drops silver polish in trash can and flees kitchen]
Gigantic Long Dead But Still Magnificent Black Spiky Fuzzy Mold Thing: [cackles]
Silver Polish: Yarr!
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: [pout]
Me: [goes upstairs to post to LJ and attempt to calm down]
Pasta Pot: [boils]
FIN.
...OKAY SERIOUSLY? IS THERE A SUBSTANCE THAT WILL NOT SPROUT INTERESTING FUNGI IF LEFT ALONE LONG ENOUGH???? HOLY JESUS CHRIST ON A POTATO CHIP.
* yeah, I don't know why the silver polish can has a pirate accent either. It just does. Deal.
** Acceptable alternate dialogue: "SURPRISE!" or "O HAI!"
Me: [bored, waiting for pot to boil so she can make pasta]
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: Pssst! Lookit me! I'm pretty! Or I was. I will be pretty when you polish me. You like to polish the pretty things. Make me pretty!
Me: Hmm, okay. I need something to do while the pasta cooks [commence hunting for silver polish] Aha, There you are!
Silver Polish: Avast! You have found me, you scurvy dog! *
Me: Now I can polish the tray!
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: Hooray!
Me: [opens the silver polish]
Gigantic Long Dead But Still Magnificent Black Spiky Fuzzy Mold Thing: BOO! **
Me: OH MY GAWD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! [drops silver polish in trash can and flees kitchen]
Gigantic Long Dead But Still Magnificent Black Spiky Fuzzy Mold Thing: [cackles]
Silver Polish: Yarr!
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: [pout]
Me: [goes upstairs to post to LJ and attempt to calm down]
Pasta Pot: [boils]
FIN.
...OKAY SERIOUSLY? IS THERE A SUBSTANCE THAT WILL NOT SPROUT INTERESTING FUNGI IF LEFT ALONE LONG ENOUGH???? HOLY JESUS CHRIST ON A POTATO CHIP.
* yeah, I don't know why the silver polish can has a pirate accent either. It just does. Deal.
** Acceptable alternate dialogue: "SURPRISE!" or "O HAI!"
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: Pssst! Lookit me! I'm pretty! Or I was. I will be pretty when you polish me. You like to polish the pretty things. Make me pretty!
Me: Hmm, okay. I need something to do while the pasta cooks [commence hunting for silver polish] Aha, There you are!
Silver Polish: Avast! You have found me, you scurvy dog! *
Me: Now I can polish the tray!
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: Hooray!
Me: [opens the silver polish]
Gigantic Long Dead But Still Magnificent Black Spiky Fuzzy Mold Thing: BOO! **
Me: OH MY GAWD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! [drops silver polish in trash can and flees kitchen]
Gigantic Long Dead But Still Magnificent Black Spiky Fuzzy Mold Thing: [cackles]
Silver Polish: Yarr!
Tarnished Antique Silver Serving Tray: [pout]
Me: [goes upstairs to post to LJ and attempt to calm down]
Pasta Pot: [boils]
FIN.
...OKAY SERIOUSLY? IS THERE A SUBSTANCE THAT WILL NOT SPROUT INTERESTING FUNGI IF LEFT ALONE LONG ENOUGH???? HOLY JESUS CHRIST ON A POTATO CHIP.
* yeah, I don't know why the silver polish can has a pirate accent either. It just does. Deal.
** Acceptable alternate dialogue: "SURPRISE!" or "O HAI!"
There is a debate going on whether this is a colony of sludge worms or a group of organisms called bryozoans. Whatever it actually is, OMG I just totally threw up in my mouth a little.
I'm going to go be scared that thing's gonna rise out of the toilet one day and ask for a beer.
In other news, annoyed tonight like whoa, mostly due to internet related issues.
There is a debate going on whether this is a colony of sludge worms or a group of organisms called bryozoans. Whatever it actually is, OMG I just totally threw up in my mouth a little.
I'm going to go be scared that thing's gonna rise out of the toilet one day and ask for a beer.
In other news, annoyed tonight like whoa, mostly due to internet related issues.
