Saturday, March 2nd, 2019 10:39 pm
miss_s_b: (Blogging: Mod hat)
Spent today feeling really crappy after some dodgy food yesterday luchtime (I think it was lunch, anyway) kept me up most of the night expelling said dodgy food from various orifices. Which kind of took the edge off of having spent the day in good company yesterday and then seen a play in the evening which... Yeah, I couldn't say I enjoyed it, exactly, because it wasn't the kind of play you enjoy, but it was thought-provoking and emotional and the ending was devastating. All My Sons by Arthur Miller, for those more cultured than me - all I knew about Arthur Miller prior to this was that he and Marilyn Monroe were married for a while and... it all went a bit wrong.

Anyway, being physically incapacitated today meant that my brain went freewheeling, so I got on with some beta-proof-edity stuff I'd been promising someone I'd do for a while.

So now obviously I am paranoid that I have Gone Too Far and will upset the person I was doing the beta-proof-edity stuff for. YAY brain! Oh yeah, not yay, the other thing.


Monday, November 21st, 2016 11:43 am
miss_s_b: (Britishness: Tea)
Crikey, norovirus is HORRIBLE, isn't it?

Saturday morning I was right as rain.
Saturday lunchtime I felt a bit queasy. Two minutes later I had to fight my way to the loo and cut for TMI ).

The rest of Saturday and up to Sunday afternoon I couldn't even keep water down.
Sunday afternoon I managed a yogurt.
Sunday evening I managed a plain chicken breast, then got overconfident and tried to eat a funsize bag of skittles. Skittles caused puke-o-rama.
About 2am I managed a bagel. It stayed down but I felt awful.
About an hour ago a cheese spread sandwich. I still feel queasy.

On top of all that I am highly infectious so I can't have hugs, and won't be able to have hugs for two days after symptoms subside.

Guys, you all know how I love food and hugs.
This is the worst torture EVER.


Tuesday, February 23rd, 2016 08:34 am
miss_s_b: (Mood: Bugger)
Have woken up this morning with both nose and eyes doing impressions of Bathtaps. I did not know it was physically possible for so much liquid to be produced by one respiratory system. I am oozing horrifically. I am very glad that I work in a business where I can do my job without having to infect other people, or even get out of bed if it should prove necessary to stay there. I don't have the fuggy head that often comes with a cold, but the snot production is unbelievable.

I think I might have picked up Forrin Germs when I was in That London.

Reasons to be Cheerful

Wednesday, June 18th, 2014 10:23 pm
miss_s_b: (Love: Addams)
So I have been feeling a bit sorry for myself this week. Those of you who follow me on twitter might have noticed that I have been afflicted with a mystery spotty disease, which it's looking increasingly likely is shingles*. And there have been a couple of other health-related things which... yeah, I'm not going to go into those. But some of you know why they are upsetting. I never realised how much my self-esteem was wrapped up in my appearance, despite being the kind of feminist who doesn't wear make-up etc., until I suddenly have a face like a half-chewed pizza... Anyway, rather than wallow, I thought I would count my blessings:

  • I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and all that jazz. More than many people have.

  • I have an amazing daughter, and doggie-nurses who snuggle me when I'm feeling bad.

  • My boys. Some of you live with me, some of you don't**. You're all amazing. You're all utterly different to each other, but you're all such good people. I am incredibly grateful and privileged to know each one of you.

  • I have the best friends in the world***. By tweet, by text message, by phone call... You have all been there for me this week. Thank you. I wish I could repay you all for the worth you are to me, but there's not enough gold in the world.

  • Gin.

I'm sure I have more blessings to count, but right now? Right now that last one is looking like the best one I've got. Hopefully my next blog post will be less maudlin.

* the doctor said he didn't think it to be shingles because it was too widespread, and he'd lean towards an allergic reaction, but for various reasons (including my dad the human biology teacher turning up at my house, taking one look at me, and saying "well that's CLEARLY shingles!", and the fact that I have had further outbreaks when I have been nowhere but home...) I think it probably is.

** One of you is kind of half and half right now...*cough* Anyway...

*** if you're thinking "oh she probably doesn't mean ME..." I probably do. Y'all have probably heard of micro-aggressions. There should be a similar term for micro-acts-of-kindness. There are some of you who have said something that you probably think of as a throwaway comment, but which has literally shown me that life is worth living this week. That's very valuable indeed.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Drama queen)
So last night I got sent home from work after fainting at my desk whilst complaining of chest pain. My dad came to pick me up, and took my pulse and did various other first aidy things and decided that I probably wasn't having a heart attack (yay) so took me home. I spent a fitful night of yet more nightmares and the chest pain was still there this morning, so I went to the doctor.

There now follows a link to storify, as I have already told this tale on twitter. And can't be arsed typing it all out again. And I'm not embedding storify on here because it looks AWFUL and takes ages to scroll past for those who have already watched it unfold on twitter.

Basically what it boils down to is this: if I get mega-stressed and I can't utilise either of my usual coping mechanisms* my intercostal muscles will pull so tight that they will tear my ribcage away from my sternum. I do not see the evolutionary advantage in this capability of the human body, but apparently it's pretty common.

So I have to take a couple of days off work (which work have been very gracious about) and avoid stress. Trying to avoid stress is going to be very stressful, I think... -_-" For one thing, how do I stop the nightmares? Any tips gratefully recieved.

In slightly cheerier news, I got the results back from being a responsible poly person and going to get tested today, cos I know you're all waiting with bated breath for this. As expected, I am all clear on all tests.

*one of which is admittedly healthier than the other. Neither of which are available to me at work.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Miserable Brian :()
... which details my official diagnosis of "Non Specific Lower Abdominal Pain".

I have been blood tested, urine tested, x-rayed, ultrasound scanned, and had my abdomen prodded by five different doctors and three radiologists.

The ovary I had taken out has not magically regrown, and nor are there any bits of it remaining. There are no swabs or rolexes. I don't have any abnormal growths. My kidneys, pancreas, spleen, liver, bladder, and various other organs have all been examined and none of them found wanting. My contraceptive coil hasn't pierced my uterus. I don't appear to have diverticulitis. The only other tests they can now do involve barium meals (which might be an option if they thought it was diverticulitis, but as they don't it seems a bit pointless) or exploratory surgery.

The most likely explanation is surgical adhesion from when I had my ovary out. If it IS that then exploratory surgery would probably find it but they might not be able to do anything about it, and given that I am not actually screaming in agony at all times it's probably not worth it right now.

So I have to talk to my GP about pain management, pay attention to my stools (YAY! Funtimes!) and take lots of painkillers. Potentially forever. And go back if the pain gets markedly worse or I start having constipation, diahorrhea or vomiting and they'll do the exploratory surgery.

On the plus side I also now have written proof that I have not got dementia and my cognitive abilities are not suspicious. Yay. Witness my face of utter joy.

Adventures in Hospital

Tuesday, May 14th, 2013 10:53 pm
miss_s_b: (Sci-fi: Mr Flibble)
On Friday I started having a pain where my ovary used to be. On Saturday my boss made me promise that if it was still hurting on Monday I would go see the doctor. Yesterday I went to see the doctor. He asked me lots of questions and poked and prodded at me and did a urine test and gave me some pills (probably made of suckrose and ackwah) and told me if it still hurt in 48 hours to come back.

This morning he rang me up and said he'd been thinking and wanted me to come back in. So I went back in and he poked and prodded again and asked exactly the same questions he asked yesterday and then said he wasn't sure what it was, and he'd swear it was ovarian but there's no ovary there, and it might be this really rare type of hernia, and I'd better go to the hospital for more tests.

So I went to the hospital. And after the nurse did paperwork and blood pressure a doctor came (she was quite fanciable, and commented favourably on my shoes) and did EXACTLY the same poking and prodding and questions as my doctor had done, took some blood, and then sent me for an x-ray. The x ray ladies liked my shoes too. I was wearing my Vibram Fivefingers.

After the x ray I sat in the waiting room for three hours watching challenge TV.

Eventually the cute doctor came back, bringing a registrar with her, and he poked and prodded and asked exactly the same questions as the cute doctor and my own doctor had both already asked me. Then he said that he couldn't feel a hernia, and that it seemed like something ovarian to him. At which point I pointed out that both ovary and fallopian tube had been removed from that side, so it couldn't be.

So, given the tests I have already had: there's nothing shown up in a urine test, nothing in the blood tests, and nothing on the x rays. Which means cancer is unlikely because they look for cancer markers in the blood, the surgeon who took my ovary out didn't leave her rolex in there because that would have shown up on the x ray, and I haven't got a bladder infection. So what do you reckon I have got, dear reader?

Poll #13432 What's the mystery illness?
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 20

What terrible fate has befallen our beloved author?

Diverticular disease
2 (10.0%)

The surgeon who did the operation 2 years ago left a swab or other non-x-ray-showing thing in there
2 (10.0%)

Jennie has a magic ovary which has regrown and decided to hurt
12 (60.0%)

Some sort of hernia
1 (5.0%)

Something else which I shall explain in gory, stomach-churning detailin the comments.
3 (15.0%)

miss_s_b: (Mood: Oh dear)
Have been running a massive temperature and having headache. Have been incapable of much at all other than lying in bed listening to radio 4.

Still, I'm not dead. So that's a good thing.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Oh dear)
I have been given antibiotics, and been told to take paracetamol for pain/temperature, and to eat lots of fresh fruit and veg for vitamins and make sure my fluid intake is high. The eating part could be a problem - I haven't managed anything thicker than milk for two days.

Still, at least that explains why everything aches - lungs not working properly, not enough oxygen to tissues, tissues complain. Looks like another couple of days in bed for me till antibiotics kick in :(
miss_s_b: (Mood: Bugger)
... this picture is a good approximation:

(Image credit: The Monster Market)

My brian is fired*, my nose appears to have had a waterfall installed, and every muscle and joint in my body feels like someone is trying to crush it.

I am trying quite hard not to be irrational and belligerent and morose, but it's not entirely working. Sorry bout that. It's just that about the only thing my brain can manage is random internetting. So consider this an apology in advance if I say something ridiculous or offensive or both.

* I think it was [ profile] nannyo who originated that amusing typo, but I might be wrong.
miss_s_b: (Fangirling: Lee)
I had three problems with the film:
  1. There weren't enough girls in it, and those there were... Well, they were only there to orbit the boys, to help them because boys are the ones who matter. I am weary of this trait in pretty much all forms of fiction - it's probably why I'm so addicted to Bones at the moment.

  2. Christopher Lee should never twinkle. It was unnerving how good he was at it.

  3. Gustav's resemblance to officer Crabtree from 'Allo 'Allo detracted from both the pathos and the menace of his character.
Aside from those minor issues*, though, I really enjoyed it. There was some beautiful and innovative camerawork, and the lighting was exquisite, and the performances from the three leads (the two kids and Ben Kingsley) were excellent. And I cried. Lots.

You should see this film if:
  • You like early cinema, because there are some beautifully integrated bits of old films, and a ton of visual and scripted references too

  • You're a steampunk person, because the set and effects will make you cream yourself, especially if you see it in 3D

  • You want to discover that not all child actors are awful and annoying.

  • You appreciate a beautifully crafted bit of cinematic act, even if it's not flawless

  • You can cope with all the flaws I mention above
You should NOT see this film if:
  • You need your films to pass the Bechdel test.

  • You need to have ACTION every five seconds, and can't cope with long, lingering, langourous artistry.

  • You don't want to see Jude Law die screaming in a fire - you don't get much warning that it's going to happen, so I'm warning you now.

In other news, I am feeling AWFUL tonight. This week has not been the easiest. So I am curled up in bed with a hot water bottle and faint sounds of Holly playing on her computer coming through the door. All brandy gratefully recieved.

* lack of female characters being a minor problem on a per-film basis, which adds up to a major and endemic one if you consider te totality of film, obviously.

State of the SB

Thursday, November 25th, 2010 10:50 pm
miss_s_b: DreamSheep dreams of the Angel of the North (Blogging: DreamSheep: Angel of the North)
Have been off work sick yesterday and today. This is not good.

Saw the consultant yesterday; Gideon is a fibroid. He needs to be taken out, and I've been booked in for February (three months away FFS!), with the proviso that I can go in earlier if the surgeon gets a cancellation. My GP has given me some super extra strength painkillers to keep me going. I feel very down about the whole boiling.

Podcast is all recorded, but there have been some hiccups with the editing. I may put up a rough cut, just to get episode one out there.

Holly is having The Hobbit for her bedtime story and I got so into it that I was reading to her for three quarters of an hour tonight. She's loving it. She managed to wangle herself onto a school trip that we had no idea was happening today too, the little so and so...

Blogging mojo is all out of kilter.

All the above, though? None of that is why I am not going to help out in Old and Sad. If we lose the by election, the party will be wounded. The media will whap us with it. But if we win, with that candidate? I can only see damage resulting from that too. So I'm hiding under the duvet as far as Old and Sad is concerned. For more information, Andrew Hickey has written a post which is full of the conflict I feel.

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miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Fangirling: SJA)
[community profile] doctorwho has a friending meme going on, and via it I discovered a couple of LJ refugees who I am familiar with from doing the Daily, one of whom ([personal profile] darthfangirl) posted THIS:

(link here)

SQUEE! Sarah-Jane hugging Jo, and Eleven running about like an ostrich with hair, and big evil robots, and ClydeySplodey and... and... Goddamn, doesn't that look AWESOME?


Anyway, if you fancy making more Whoey buddies, that [community profile] doctorwho friending meme is a good place to start.

Later today there will be a restart of my blog awards, and finally getting round to doing Caron a graphic, and possibly some other stuff. I have the flu, so am mostly stuck in bed - missed Stephen Fry's live thing at the national media museum last night because of it - and you guys know that means spamming ;)

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miss_s_b: (Pratchett: not dead)
  • Am on my third day off sick from work, and it's getting old now. My abdominal pain is less than it was, but still definitely there. I can't walk very far without making it massively worse - indeed, I haven't left the house since getting back from the doctor's on Friday, aside from a brief trip to my mum's to pick up my mother's day card from [personal profile] amazing_holly, who is at her dad's for the weekend.

  • I really, really REALLY wish I could have gone to conference. There are so many people I would have loved to see. Ah well. It'll have to wait till Liverpool.

  • I'm doing really well at sending conversation-killing text messages today.

  • I wish someone would magically tidy my house and do all the DIY that needs doing. It's ironic that being off work gives me the time to do it, but I can't physically manage it. And when I'm better, I shall have to go back to work, and then I won't have the time...

  • Biggest referrer to my blog this week outside of direct links and search traffic was Liberal Vision. I guess this means I ought to start reading them on a more regular basis (i.e. not just Sara's posts)... ;)

  • Trying to avoiding reading about/hearing about The Egregious Tory Tosser is getting more difficult. I turned off the House of Comments podcast less than half way through because I was sick of hearing his name. You know, I know he's the biggest blogger, but he's ONLY the biggest blogger because so many people link to him and talk about him and quote his inane dribblings. If we ignore him, he'll go away. And then perhaps someone who has some talent other than self-promotion might get to be the big daddy. Just a thought.

My March sponsor is Mark Reckons, and I suspect he'll have something to say about that last bullet.
miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Arse!)
OK, me, OK, ignore the fact that you're not at Conference having a good time, and that you're going to lose more than half your week's wage this week because of your stupid innards just at the point when your rent is due, and that you can't get to sleep to night due to a fabulous combination of the insomnia that's been plaguing you all week and excruciating pain and needing the loo every five minutes... There must be some good stuff...

1, I looked at analytics today. Who knew that if you post to a blog, people will read it? LOL.
2, Mat is snoring away next to me. He's cute when he snores. He'll kill me for typing that.
3, I beat TeaKay TWICE in geekery in the last 24 hours. TWICE!
4, I have a doggy footwarmer. Sure, I have a temperature and am already too hot, and I can't feel my foot anymore, but it's the thought that counts.


5, Because I'm off work sick, if the pain allows me, I'll be able to do some housework as long as I disinfect after myself...

That's not really a positive, is it?

(That was a rhetorical question, Mother, I can see the comment forming on your keyboard even now :P)


6, Now Show on the radio tomorrow, since I missed it tonight.

Six is LOTS of positive, right? Good. I'm going to attempt sleep again now.

My March sponsor is Mark Reckons, who is unfailingly positive and relaxed and unflappable.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Oh dear)
So part of the reason I am not at #ldconf this weekend is because I couldn't get my shifts covered at work. What happens, on a weekend when I know there's no cover? I come down with enteritis, and can't work because my work involves food handling.

So not only am I missing out on conference, and not only does my gut feel like someone is tying knots in it, but I have caused a massive problem at work, and am losing money through not being able to work to boot.

Isn't life a joy?

My March sponsor is Mark Reckons, whose gut is in perfect health as far as I am aware.


Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 08:24 pm
miss_s_b: (Mood: Drama queen)
Went to the doctor today for various reasons, one of which was that the mole on my back has been getting bigger and itchy recently. The doctor says it's probably harmless but it's better to be safe than sorry and he's going to book me in for having it removed.

I have been trying to not panic about it all day (and many thanks are due to the Duracell Bunny for his cheering text messages and to Mat for being comforting) but not really succeeding.

Hopefully my appointment will come through soon...

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Sunday, June 21st, 2009 12:34 am
miss_s_b: (Mood: Brain Hurts)
One of the customers brought me some cake in to work today. He knows I can't have chocolate, so he got caramel cake. I ate a bit of it before discovering that it had chocolate in. I then had a nice, embarrassing, sweaty meltdown at work. Mat had to come and get me, Liz was not happy, and I am losing out on 6 hours' pay. Luckily I only had a little bit...

Still, a nice feverfew tablet, several hours in a nice dark bedroom, lots of water to drink and lots of snuggles, and I am feeling more human. Hopefully will be fit for work tomorrow, anyway. Can't afford any more time off.

In other news, the fire brigade and the police are currently paying a visit to the house next door but one. We had the police visiting our street last night too, because one of the neighbours had thrown her boyfriend out (and he's already on bail for assaulting a police officer)... So no prospect of sleep for me any time soon. Even when the forces of righteousness aren't being noisy themselves, the dogs are barking at them. I hope the neighbour hasn't burned herself to death or anything.

ETA: one of them is reversing. There's the beepbeepbeep and brakes squealing right outside the window...

* heavy sigh *

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