dextra: (Science Motherfuckers!)
I wish it were that simple to fix. I have eczema. It sucks. My hands and feet have exploded. It hasn't been this bad in years. The worst flareup was the first one. I ended up in a friggin' wheelchair for a couple of months because my hands and feet were nothing but raw meat.

Cut for less than attractive details )
I'm giving it a few more days with my usual treatments, but this flareup feels particularly nasty. I might actually have to go see a doctor to get a steroid boost to kill this. *sigh* I hate this because I feel absolutely disgusting. I don't want to touch Tony or pick up my nephews or even hand someone something. I have to sleep with socks on, and that drives me nuts because I normally sleep nude (bet you all needed to know that *snicker*). So that's why I woke up at 5 am and decided to just stay up. And now I'm full of coffee and feel like crap. Now I have to go dig out some Benadryl and maybe go lie back down if it does its job.

ETA: No Benadryl. Found remnants of last Lexapro bottle. If I can't get antihistamine, I'll take brain numbers instead.


May. 9th, 2009 12:01 pm
dextra: (Dr. Horrible - Wow sarcasm)
I have discovered that I'm probably allergic to Band-Aids. One more thing to add to the list of stuff that makes me sneeze, swell, break out and/or explode. I put one on a little scrape last night and it gave me a rash.

My sister didn't want to say the word "jail" in front of her kids, so she said "I have to go talk to Brady at the J-I-L-E."

Me: The what?

Beth: The J-A-L-E.

Me: Seriously?

Beth: You know what I mean.

Me: *laughing* I want you to start spelling everything you say from now on.
dextra: (Hugh Laurie)
I hate my brains. I've been having those cluster migraines (as Aimee so helpfully identified for me) on and off for a while now. Yesterday was not a good day for it. I was up until about 6 am because every time I would think about lying down, one would hit. And I can't lay down because it hurts worse when I have one, and they tend to happen in, well, clusters. Like around 3 or 4 in the span of an hour or two.

When I finally did decide it was safe to go to bed, I was happily cuddled up next to Tony. He was a sweetheart and stayed up with me, because he's cool like that. And then as we were readjusting ourselves, he elbowed me in the temple. Totally an accident, but I know it made him feel bad, because it triggered a new round of brain bombs that made me cry. He's never seen me cry (y'all know how I am about that shit), so I felt bad for making him feel bad....vicious cycle of FAIL.

So I woke up about an hour ago to the smell of coffee and sloppy joes. Mom apparently decided that made a good breakfast. Ew.

*I tend to spout out random words before sleep and upon waking. I don't know why.
dextra: (AbFab - Oh god darling)
It's funny how I forget how to live with a guy. Not that I totally forgot, but I found myself falling into certain habits and routines that only work when I'm alone. Like the fact that I'm an antisocial troll until I've had my coffee. Most mornings I'm up long before Tony is, so I've managed to avoid being an insufferable bitch in his presence. This morning he decided to get up with me and watched me stumble around and mutter and curse everything. He just laughed at me.

Most of the time, when you first start living with a person, you find yourself on your best behavior. You keep things cleaner than usual, you brush your teeth more, you hide your ugly underwear, etc. I decided I'm not doing that this time around. Tony's seen me in my ratty old sweats and my hair looking like koalas nested in it. He knows I snore all weird. He knows I don't shave my legs every fucking day. I can't, my skin's too damned sensitive and if I do it tears my legs up.

Then of course, there's always the fun time that surrounds Shark Week. Before Tony got here, I didn't have to worry about offending anyone with my PMS, because it was just Mom, and she just ignores me when I get weird. So I've been trying to behave as much as I can, but when I'm trying to sleep, and I'm on my period, I DO NOT WANT TO BE TOUCHED. And he's a cuddler, which I absolutely adore any other time, but not then. I get hot and cold flashes, I sweat and shiver, and I just generally can not get comfortable. So I did spend a couple of nights kicking him off me and muttering "geddafugoffame" at random intervals.

I have come to the conclusion that the only reason that we have PMS is our uteruses are screaming at our brains, telling us to go out, get fucked, and have a baby. And this angers us.

But now that this happy fun time is over and done with, I'm going to go have a soak in the tub, shave my wildebeest legs and make up for the last week of being a curled up ball of crampy, hairy, griping, grumbling, shuffling weirdness. Sort of like Ozzy with tits.

Oh hai!

Mar. 14th, 2009 03:11 pm
dextra: (HP - Hay gurl hay!)
Yes, it's official, I'm back. :) The bad news is, I no longer have Serenity, my laptop. So I'm either going to be posting via my PS3's browser with a USB keyboard (which I prefer, because who doesn't want to have a 40” monitor?) or from my mom's laptop.

Mom picked up an Asus Eee PC for like 200 bucks, and I have to admit, it's not too shabby. I never have been a Linux fan, but I'm getting used to it. It has fuck all for storage capacity, but that's ok. I managed to resurrect my external hard drive, and all its contents. Turns out it wasn't bricked after all, just Serenity decided she didn't want to fool with it anymore. She always was a snob when it came to peripherals. Oh well. It's a 500 GB drive, so this tiny little laptop will do just fine with that added to it. And I do mean tiny. I could hollow out my hardcover copy of Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix and hide it in there.

Wherein I update you on the last five or six months of my life )
dextra: (Smuggling Space Pirates)
I'm so boring this week. Not that it's a bad thing. I'd much rather be boring than have a bunch of bullshit going on.

The pain in my face is getting a lot better. That's probably the worst pain I've ever felt in my life, no joke. This probably sounds bad, but I've gone through a whole bottle of Tylenol 3 in the past five days. I really should call in to get a refill, just in case, but I don't want to look like I'm using them recreationally, because I'm not. I just have a high tolerance for the stuff, and 30 MG is a low dose for me. And I was in a LOT of fucking pain.

Random babbling... )
dextra: (Can they hear me)
Holy shit, I was trashed last night. I mean, I put in an Olympic level effort into getting fucked up, and by god, I should win a medal.

And amazingly, after all the pain I've been in, and the mega-drugs I've been downing in the last few days, all I've taken so far today is two Excedrin. Yesterday at this time I'd already taken a super-sized ibuprofen and a Tylenol 3. And that was before 10 am. I'm still wondering how the hell I drove home last night.

Oh, my head was pounding by the time I went to sleep, but by that point it had nothing to do with my teeth, it was all the laughing and talking and...ok, well the vodka that was giving me a nice little head squeezing pressure headache. Bad Dex, drinking on top of painkillers.

And I talked to Val for....shit, three hours, and then I let my phone charge, and talked to Tony for an hour and a half before passing out on him. All that talking contributed to the happy fun squeezy headache.

But hey, dammit, I woke up today with NO PAIN. You have no idea how happy that makes me. And I managed to eat breakfast and I don't hurt. Hell yeah. If I don't have to take any narcotics till I get home tonight, I will be a very happy girl.
dextra: (Heroes - Brains)
Brains, I has none. I'm here at work, barely. I was hurting so bad yesterday I didn't get to tell you all the whole story. I actually started hurting on Saturday. Just out of nowhere, pain smacked me like a train. And I had the kids there, so I was pissed off at myself because I wasn't spending good quality time with them. Instead I was in bed trying to bargain with my own head ("Please, just let me have today, you can hurt tomorrow...come on, you know I'm good for it...")

You know you're hurting when a big needle in your jaw is welcomed. )

So far today, I'm sore as hell. I took an ibuprofen when I got up, and some Excedrin when I got here. I don't want to get into the T-3's unless I really need them. My jaw is still prickly, but not that centralized stabbing pain. My whole head feels like I've got a band around it, squeezing. I feel like I got drunk and had the shit kicked out of me, and this is the day after and I have the worst hangover ever. But, and this is the sad part, this is MOST preferable to what I was feeling like yesterday, and that's saying something. At least I can type, form coherent sentences, and sit here without screaming. Much better than yesterday.


Jul. 10th, 2008 10:59 am
dextra: (HP - Tonks Quack)
I don't think this cold is ever going to go away. Well, it's fading, but my sinuses are still giving me hell. Drainage sucks.

Apparently the kittens got the message that they're only supposed to use their litterbox. The only mess they've made since Tuesday was once more on the bookshelf in the same spot that got into the wood. I let some Windex soak in on the spot, since Mom told me the ammonia in it will keep them from going in the same spot again, but the last puddle was there so long that it soaked into the wood and warped it a bit. And they seem to be realizing that I am the keeper of the keys, so to speak, of their little world. Whenever I come home now, they're all kinds of affectionate.

I'm just ridiculously happy that I managed to park in front of the office this morning. There's only a few spots out front here, and they get filled up pretty quick. Usually I have to park in the city lot behind some buildings across the street.

I've been working on ads for the office all morning and my brain is going all mushy. I've gotten back rate quotes from three different newspapers and they all read like Japanese stereo instructions. I'm trying to come up with something that's not too bland, but not anything that's too weird and flashy. Ryan had mentioned that if we had a slogan, it would be something along the lines of "we fight for the underdogs". He also said that if he left it up to Ned, the ad would be covered in puppies. So I don't think I'm going to go that route. Probably just something with a nice font with all the info.

Not much else going on. I went home and beat the crap out of the drums on Rock Band for a couple hours last night. That is some fantastic stress relief, let me tell you. I've demolished every song on Easy, and I'm working my way through Medium now. Which means I'm getting better. When I first got the game, I largely ignored the drums because I couldn't seem to get the whole "use my hands and foot at the same time" thing. But I've got it now. Mom was even impressed, since I'm pretty notorious for my lack of rhythm. Both Mom and my sister play drums fairly well, but I've always looked like a spastic monkey if you hand me a drumstick. Not saying I'm gonna be the next Dave Grohl or anything, but I did 100% on "Learn To Fly". So nyah. :p
dextra: (Power Girl)
I'm hanging out here at my little brother's place tonight and taking him to Berea in the morning for his movie-related things. Not really much happening other than that.

I am feeling like crud, though. My chest is hurting pretty bad from a chest cold. And I played like 300 games of video poker on Goob's Dreamcast (yay archaic technology). So that gave me a headache. I actually put in my contacts today and they were feeling good and everything, but I forget that when I go a while without wearing them that I shouldn't go a full day of wear at first. Really, I should only wear them a few hours and then take them out, and work up to a full day over a week. Otherwise, the aforementioned headache occurs.

I also had to adjust the rate plans on my phone when I looked at my last bill. I had a text/internet plan on there that was just ass-backwards. I only check my email on my phone, that's it, but I text like a mofo. But my plan was for unlimited internet usage and 200 text messages. Last month I used less than 2 MB worth of net usage and *chuckles oddly* 1,047 text messages. So yeah, I flipped that around to unlimited texts and limited internet usage. And somehow, it came out $5 cheaper. *shrugs* Shit's weird.

Uh, lesse here...I don't think there's anything else worth mentioning. Oh, I rewired my clothes dryer to work with the ancient-ass wiring in my mom's house. That was a bit of an adventure. But hey, if it has wires and/or buttons, I can fix it. Most of the time. Except for that clock radio I got for Christmas when I was 9. I had this thing for a while where I wanted to take things apart and see how they worked. I just...couldn't always get them to go back together the same way. But hey, that was twenty-something years ago. I'm much smarter than that now. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go plug in the toaster so's I can flush the toilet.

Oh yes.

May. 13th, 2008 01:14 pm
dextra: (Eddie Izzard - Emperor of Fabulous)
Fifty pounds - GONE.

And for comparison purposes, this is me from this time last year:


Apr. 19th, 2008 10:32 am
dextra: (Kentucky)
Dear Kentucky Weather,

Fuck you.

dextra: (Push Button - Receive Bacon)
I'm thankful today for:

-Being alive. Sort of.
-My single cup of coffee that is taking some of the pressure off my head.
-Sausage biscuit with grape jelly. What? It's good.
-One week till I'm on the road again.
-My check for the deposit and first month on the townhouse cleared the bank, so I'm not worrying about being homeless. :p
-Finding the first season of The L Word at Target for 20 bucks. I really didn't want to like that show. I watched that whole set in 2 days. It really is good, and not preachy or bashing you over the head with "teh gay" like Queer as Folk seemed to do (at least it seemed that way to me).

Sorry for my little mini-panic attack last night. I get really sad and needy when I'm sick. I'm not hurting as bad today, thankfully. But my head hurts from caffiene withdrawals, I'm still all achy and crabby and just generally want to go back to bed and stay there until this goes away. And it's all nasty and rainy outside, which doesn't help.

Also, I bruised the shit out of my left ankle last night. That poor thing's seen so much abuse. It's been broken, sprained, and lord knows what else. But I had my coffee table right up against the couch. Because I have to have all my essentials within arm's reach. It looked like a little island of crap and laziness by the time I got up to go to bed. So anyway, I'd gotten up to go to the bathroom, and swung my leg a little too hard and caught the corner of the table with that little soft spot right above my heel. So now it's all nice and purple. But it's about the only part of my body that doesn't hurt.

Cut for slightly amusing TMI )
dextra: (Heroes - Brains)
You know how I know I'm a dumbass? Because I've had a recurring headache for the last three days, but I chose to drink last night anyway. It was fun at the time, but now...yeah.

Oh well. At least I'll finally get my hair cut today. I've not been out of the house without a hat since Christmas. I'd made an appointment the Saturday before I went to Kentucky, but I ended up sleeping through it. Nine am on a Saturday is waaaay too fucking early for me to be awake.

I'm giving the Excedrin a bit longer to start working, and if it doesn't, it's Zomig time. I realized when I switched purses that I'm packing a small pharmacy with me wherever I go. Claritin D, Lexapro, Atavan, Excedrin, and Aleve are with me at all times. Because I have allergies, teh crazee, and monster headaches. Oh, and I keep a tube of the prescription cream in case my excema flares up. I'm a fucking senior citizen, for crying out loud.
dextra: (Natalie bottle smash)
Please, for the love of all that is good and right in the world, someone come get this boa constrictor off my fucking head.
dextra: (HP - Welcome to Hell)
Naturally, as annoyed as I've been all day, my body takes the opportunity to remember that it's female.

It's time for another installment of InnerDex: The Chronicles of Dex's Innards  )
dextra: (I can kill you with my brain)
If I was chatting with anyone last night and I suddenly disappeared, I apologize. I had about 15 chat windows pop up on me at once, it crashed Trillian, and I gave up on it for the night. I think I'm going to be cutting my time very short on chats in the future. It's not that I don't like talking to people, but my chat friend list is fucking huge. I've got over a hundred people on my Trillian list (combination of everyone from MSN, Yahoo, and AIM). And while I don't really talk to most of them, it seemed like last night everyone was wanting to talk to me. I don't know why.

And for fuck's sake, I don't really feel like being pulled into a 20-person group chat the second I pop online. Y'know, you could ASK me if I want to join in first. I think that's only fair. There may be one or two specific people I want or need to talk to. I'll probably just set myself to permanently invisible for a while, cause I can't deal with that.

Oh, and Annette, I'm sorry I bailed on you, but when Trillian crashed, it took down Firefox with it (I don't have Google IM proper, just the in-brower Gmail thingie).

Eyes are burny again. I think I'm gonna have to make a trip to the after-hours clinic and see if they can't give me something. I wish Benny would get on the ball about getting me all my paperwork and getting it done so my insurance would kick in. It's not entirely his fault, but he has more power than I do to get this shit accomplished. Hopefully when he gets back on Monday I can pester him some more about it.

In other news, I changed my layout. I found this one on [ profile] premade_ljs. I tweaked it a bit though. The text sizes were tiny, and the layout was too skinny. I really should make an effort to learn more about HTML and CSS. I can look at it, and through trial and error, make little adjustments, but I can't write it.
dextra: (SQUEE)
I had hoped to have been able to see well enough to finish up a few things last night so that I could do an art post, but, well, that didn't happen. But my eyes weren't in pain this morning, so I came to work. I can't wear my contacts for the rest of the week, but at least I don't have scratchy burny itchy pain in my eyeballs. That's always a good thing.

It was nice to come back and see that Ashley had hung up a nice big bulletin board for me, right behind my desk. And there's plenty of room for me to make a collage. *big grin* Cause I like doing that. I don't plan them, they just sort of happen on their own.

Well, work calls. Must get back to it.
dextra: (Wembley on the Wind)
IN MY EYES. I just came back from the hospital, where they put shit in my eyes and made them numb, then put more shit in them to see if there was anything in them. Nope. Diagnosis is allergic conjunctivitis. In other words, plant fucking bugs me. And as if having various potions dumped in my eyes wasn't enough, the fucking drops they prescribed to me were $80 - and there was no generic, of course.

So I'm going to go lie down until my vision starts working again. This has been another blind chick ost. not cause my eyes are closed, but they're too blurry to see the screen.
dextra: (River River Book)
After my last post I fell asleep on the couch. For like four hours. Jebus.

Once I woke up I went with CJ to do the laundry. Whee. While we were there, a salesperson from the rent to own place next door tried to talk us into renting a washer and dryer set. Not that it wouldn't be handy, it's just that we don't have anywhere it could go. That's the big suck point of this apartment.

Anyway. I've set up the laptop and everything under the stairs. Yup. UNDER the stairs. It's a nice little nook of a place, once I cleaned it up a bit. I found a little folding table at Target, and I had a couple of wooden tray tables that all fit in here pretty well. And the best part is that I'm not taking up any more valuable space down here in the kitchen/living room area. It's all kind of a big shared space. Not that big, but shared. Definitely shared.

And I just brought my printer/scanner downstairs, so I'mma scan some stuff. I'll try to make a nice little artsy post later tonight. Maybe. Depends on if my eyes are going to want to rebel on me again.

Oh, by the way, I have downloaded Trillian again at home, so if you ever want to chat with me:

AIM: dextrahoffman
Yahoo: dextradawn

I can't guarantee that I'll be able to sit and talk for long periods, and I do have a tendency to wander away for a minute and then not come back. Never been that good at sitting still for long periods. So I'll apologize now if I do that to you. :p

Nifty Little Memey Thing )


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