October 31st, 2001

nanowrimo 2010


A very bad day

[this is yesterday's entry but must serve for yesterday and today as well]

I am short of sleep and the recipient of bad news.

I slept erratically the night before last. I dreamed a genuinely bad dream which I have recorded. It was gory and I remember it being sanguinarily explicit.

I am undertaking a major effort in my life at this point. Naturally it comes on top of other things, but that is pretty much the way it goes.

I will call my work and make arrangements to return to work on the 12th of November or some date near that. I want to wait that long to let my scar heal as thoroughly as reasonable. It is ugly and would necessitate some headgear of some sort to keep the peanut gallery in control unless I let it heal a while longer. That time-frame will also allow the folks at work the maximum time to lay in whatever software and customizations they need. I will talk to Doctors Rocks and Canasta this week to get a document that gets me back to work. I need to be back at work and as secure in my income as possible as I will probably have to incur some debt in the near future.

I am extremely apprehensive about going back to work. I just don't know how it will work out. My energy level is low and has been since before June. I don't know if it can be laid off on depression or if something other is going on. It is natural for me to be a bit weak after this surgery. I certainly am not recovering as fast as I think I should. I will have to talk to Dr. Rocks as soon as reasonable on this subject.

I've got another problem on the horizon as well as going back to work. I'm going to have to get some advice on this one. Look for the explanation elsewhere. Don't give me, please, "you are not your brother's keeper" noise. I am. Not by choice but by necessity and familial obligation. It is the way it is going to be by long tradition (we're talking a few centuries here). Suggestions and alternatives of any sort would be good things.

My speakers on my mp3 player threw craps — just stopped working. I replaced them with cheap ones from Staples. I am, by the by, enjoying my RIO mp3/CD player. I copied about 180 mp3s (you saw the list the other day) to one CD to get about seven hours of play time. Why didn't somebody make this earlier?

I've got a lot more to write but it will have to wait until after supper, perhaps tomorrow.
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nanowrimo 2010

Warning! The following diary entry contains discussion of gooey .icky, post-surgical things.

A sticky situation

My head leaks. OK. No details, but suffice it to say that the bandage over the scar over the aluminum thingie that fills the hole where my grape used to be leaks icky stuff.

I fell asleep around 19:30 this evening, quite unexpectedly. That's the best way in my opinion I slept until maybe 21:30 when I was awakened by the harbinger of Linux (long story). I had a fairly brief conversation discussing the merits of 7.2, the alienated state of MS users and the extraordinary announcement that XP is going to be succeeded by two more version in four years.

    How many times do I have to pay you for an operating system, Bill?

It just seems unreasonable to me

My conversational skills sufficed that I didn't sound like a complete idiot despite being awakened from a truly depressing dream and remaining a bit groggy. I was, however, continuously bothered by my bandage. I have this butterfly clip besotted bandage that is constantly shrinking, drying, absorbing ick, expanding, and generally itching. This is annoying. This is especially annoying during the night when a tiny trickle of ick escapes beneath the butterflies and dribbles into my ear or across my forehead. A single drip seems to contain about four gallons of fluid.

I am still working out the physics of surface tension and weight displacement that allows a four gallon blob to form on my temple, balance menacingly, tickle me into wakefulness, and generally set me up for torment before bursting like Hoover Dam in all those disaster movies.

While it is too late by far to make this long story short, let me wrap it up by saying that during my conversation with Mighty Ed, the Harbinger of Linux and Various Software Recently Arrived I was bothered incessantly by little trickly, itchy, floppy, loose-bandagination. So I thought. It was my opinion that my bandage was coming loose and would have to be re-butterflied. It turns out that I fell asleep, woke, conversed, walked around the house, went to the bathroom and performed a variety of mundane functions to find that I had done all this with a Kleenex stuck to the side of my head in the gooey ick.

Doncha hate it when that happens?
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